Tang Sancai (Three-Colored Pottery)! Chicken-Glazed Bowl!

The old man who was guarding the gate had eyes that lit up. He had slept for the whole afternoon, so how could he have missed such a good thing?

"Little girl, did you choose this plate and bowl?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Qi agreed crisply.

"How did you choose?" the old man continued to ask, with a bit of persuasion. He had a hunch that the little girl in front of him might be a genius!

"I just think it looks good." Xiao Qi answered quite naively.

Old man: Genius and naiveté... there is only one word difference between them.

"Grandpa, how much is it?" Xiao Qi urged.

"Five cents for these newspapers, a dollar for the broken chest of drawers, and a dollar for those wire bowls plus the one in the kid's hand," the old man said with a pained look on his face.

"Thank you." Song Qingyun saw from the old man's eyes that the plates and bowls chosen by Xiaoqi were unusual, so she gave him the money.

Song Qingyun wrapped the plates and bowls with straw and put them in his backpack. He also carefully wrapped the two that Xiaoqi had found separately and let Da Niu carry them.

They just finished cleaning up here.

"Sister Yun." Xia Weian looked at what Song Qingyun and the others had chosen, "There's a cabinet. I'll drive the ox cart over to move it."

"We also want to go to the supply and marketing cooperative and the bookstore." Song Qingyun turned his eyes and said to the old man guarding the door. "Uncle, let's put these things here first and come back to get them later, okay?"

"Okay, old man, I'm off work in an hour and a half, so you guys keep an eye on the time," said the old man.

"Okay, thank you." Xia Weian thanked him.

The old man glanced at Xia Weian and saw that he was a simple and honest man. His wife also looked down-to-earth.

The old man withdrew his gaze and hummed.

The whole family left together.

The bookstore and the supply and marketing cooperative were not far from each other, so the family went to the bookstore first.

Song Qingyun had already bought the textbooks. This time, her focus was on buying dictionaries. There happened to be two left, so Song Qingyun bought them all.

"Are you sure you want to buy two?" asked the salesperson.

"Sure, I have many children, one is not enough." Song Qingyun replied gently.

"These days, there aren't many parents who let their girls learn to read and write, especially since there are so many girls in your family," the salesperson sighed.

"Girls also need to learn to read and understand things."

"Sister, my name is Yao Hong. What you said is very nice. We have some discarded books and we sell them at the price of waste paper. Would you like to take a look?" said the salesperson.

"Okay, thank you."

The more the salesperson looked at Song Qingyun, the more she liked her. She personally took her to the warehouse to find books. Song Qingyun picked out an English dictionary and a few other books that would not be a problem and paid for them.

"Sister, English dictionary, what are you going to do?" Yao Hong asked.

Their country's relations with the United States have now eased, and many foreign books have been allowed to appear, and there are also many foreign materials that need to be translated.

"This looks thick, so I'll take it back and try to identify the words on it." Song Qingyun wiped the dust off the book, looking as if he didn't recognize anything.

Yao Hong: She just thought she had met an invisible boss... Sure enough, she thought too much.

Song Qingyun paid the money, put the newly bought books in the backpack, thanked Yao Hong, and went to the supply and marketing cooperative again.

At this time, there were very few people in the supply and marketing cooperative.

Usually at this time, the salesperson has already started counting the goods and preparing to go off work.

As soon as Song Qingyun and Xia Weian entered the door, they heard the furious voice of a middle-aged man.

"Why is this oil stain spreading? These pieces of cloth are totally unsellable!"

Song Qingyun and Xia Weian exchanged glances. They walked over quickly and saw seven pieces of cloth lying on the ground, four pieces of white cotton cloth, one piece of red cloth, one piece of floral cloth and one piece of Dacron cloth.

Song Qingyun's eyes lit up.

The sales clerks stood by, all with grim expressions on their faces.

"We don't know. The tide will rise again."

"It was there when I came here, though not this big."

"Who are you selling this to? Who are you selling this to?"

"If it's cheap, I can buy it and make soles for my shoes." Song Qingyun walked over and said.

Big Girl and Little Girl also liked the cloth very much, but there was a big oil stain on it. After buying it, there was not much that could be used.

"Lady, you want all of them? Stop joking." The salesperson said sarcastically.

"We have a big family, and we can use this white cloth to make some small vests for the children. If you want to sell it, just tell us the price. If we can afford it, we will buy it. If we can't afford it, we will just leave." Song Qingyun had an expression that said, "I'm here just to take advantage of it."

The salesperson didn't want to talk to her.

The man who had just lectured came over and said, "Comrade, if you can use these cloths, whether they are cotton or Dacron, I will give you three yuan a piece. No tickets are needed."

Song Qingyun was ecstatic. She knew that the current price of cotton cloth was 12 yuan, and Dacron was a little more expensive, at 15 yuan.

Red and floral cloth are one or two dollars more expensive than white cloth.

This is when there are tickets.

The uniform price was three yuan, and seven pieces of cloth cost twenty-one yuan. After removing the oil stains, she could make several sets of clothes for the whole family. The remaining cloth could be exchanged with villagers at the original price or sold on the black market.

It's no problem to make 50 or 60 yuan here, and you can also make a lot of clothes, which is definitely a lot of money.

"Comrade, I'm the director of the supply and marketing cooperative. My last name is Wang. If you think it's too expensive, I can even round it off for you. It's twenty yuan, and you can take it all." said the man.

Total scrapping and minimum consumption are very different.

Although it’s only three dollars, it’s considered the minimum consumption.

"Okay, then I'll buy it. Comrade, I'm just helping you solve the problem. We need to buy notebooks and pens later. There are many children at home. If you have defective notebooks and pens, can you..." Song Qingyun said a little embarrassedly.

This cheap thing, once you take advantage of it, you want to have it again...

"Yes, I'll help you find it later. How many girls in your family are going to school?" Director Wang was a little shocked. How could all the girls in the family go to school?

Many children in the city may not be able to do this.

He instantly had a better impression of Song Qingyun.

"Not all of them have been read yet. Let's learn some words together." Song Qingyun said in a gentle voice.

"Good, it's a good thing to learn more words and more knowledge, and it's worth encouraging." Director Wang said with appreciation.

Xia Weian stepped forward and said, "I'll bundle up these cloths first, then go drive the ox cart and come back to pick you up later."

"Okay." Song Qingyun responded.

"No need, comrade. You drive the ox cart. I'll ask the salesperson to help bundle the goods and deliver them to your door in a while." The director said enthusiastically.

Xia Weian: Really, so enthusiastic.

"Thank you." Song Qingyun hurriedly thanked him.

Director Wang said cheerfully, "You're welcome. Come on, I'll take you to find the notebook."

"Okay." Song Qingyun took the children to buy notebooks and pens.

Xia Weian gritted his teeth in frustration and hurried to drive the ox cart.

Soon, Song Qingyun bought a stack of notebooks, a whole box of pencils, and ten erasers.

After she paid, Xia Weian drove over and placed the cloth on the oxcart. Several children also got on the cart. They were going to go to the scrap yard to get something and then go home...