The old man took one look at the pile of books and asked in surprise, "Why are you, a girl, buying so many books?"

Song Ruan made up a story, "I am an educated youth who went to the countryside to teach children in the village. The children have no money to buy books, and I have no money either, so I can only come here to find some books."

The old man instantly felt that the little girl in front of him had become taller, but he still emphasized.

"Even if that's the case, you can't pay a penny less. Do you have enough money?"

Song Ruannuan said, "I don't know if it's enough. Grandpa, please weigh it for me first. If it's not enough, I'll pick out some."

Hearing that she might pick out some more, the old man curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but considering that she was a teacher, he still divided the small pile of books into three piles, tied them up, and weighed them one by one.

"It's twelve pounds and two ounces in total. I'll charge you two dollars and forty-four cents. Check to see if you have enough money."

Song Ruan was surprised. So cheap?

If you buy this pile of books at the Xinhua Bookstore in town, the price will be at least twenty times higher.

However, knowing full well that money should not be shown to others, Song Ruan did not show it on her face.

She fished out the money from her pocket and counted it several times before handing it over. "Grandpa, it's just enough. Here it is."

The old man didn't expect that she really had enough money. He took the money, wet his saliva and counted it twice. Only then did a smile appear on his face.

Song Ruan took the opportunity to ask, "Grandpa, do you have any jars for storing things?"

Seeing that she was penniless, the old man didn't want to pay any attention to her, but the money in his hand was still warm, so he didn't do anything so ruthless.

"It's over there, go and see if you can find it." The old man pointed to a place closer to the inside, then buried his head in sorting out the waste he had collected and ignored her.

Upon hearing this, Song Ruan carefully avoided the debris on the ground and walked over.

Soon, Song Ruan saw many jars and porcelains scattered on the ground, some of which were half buried in the soil.

She suddenly thought that after people's lives improved, some antique porcelain would seem to become valuable again, and some would be extremely valuable.

Song Ruan simply picked out those that she liked and were not damaged, and prepared to buy them and put them in the space, letting them eat dirt in another place.

If it is an antique, she will make a profit. If not, it can at least be used as a decoration in the future.

Song Ruan picked and chose, and soon she had picked out a large pile. Except for two jars without lids, the rest were porcelain, some shaped like vases, some like potted plants, urinals, and some were simply ornaments.

After finishing, she picked out a relatively complete set of purple-red wooden furniture with black stripes from a pile of wood, including a long bench, two short chairs, and a coffee table.

The important thing is that there is a wardrobe. Even though it is in the garbage dump, when she opens the wardrobe door, she can smell the faint scent of sandalwood coming from inside, which she likes very much.

This wardrobe can be placed in the cabin in the space to store her clothes.

After Song Ruan made her selection, she asked about the price.

The old man who collects junk couldn't believe it. "You want to buy so much?"

Song Ruan nodded.

"..." The old man was speechless for a while, then a little angry, "Girl, although these are waste, they still cost money. Don't make fun of me, an old man, because you have no money."

Song Ruan was also speechless, wondering if she had pretended to be poor too much, causing people to not believe that she had the money to buy it.