By the time Su Qingci brought the things over, Luo Song and Lu Linping had already put them down and turned to leave.

Su Qingci looked at the two dejected figures as she asked Li Li.

"What? Didn't you manage to get an iron pot?"

Li Li nodded and stepped forward to take the things from Su Qingci's hands.

She said with a pained expression, "Qingci, why did you buy so much stuff?"

"Although the neighborhood committee gave us some subsidies when we were sent to the countryside, we stopped receiving them after that."

“This isn’t at home; my parents and relatives aren’t here.”

"We need to be careful with our money, just in case something happens and we need it..."

Su Qingci peeled a piece of candy and stuffed it into Li Li's chattering little mouth.

"Alright, housekeeper, I understand."

"You watch the things first, I'll go get my package."

Li Li was suddenly given a piece of candy, and she was enjoying the sweetness in her mouth.

Before I could even react, Su Qingci had already run far away.

Walking into a secluded alley, and cautiously checking that no one was around, Su Qingci plunged into the farm.

I glanced at the countdown clock on TV without thinking.

5:37:43

5:37:42

Su Qingci hurried towards the farmhouse.

Using his mind, he controlled the iron pot, which was tightly fixed to the earthen stove, to be unloaded.

Clang!

The iron pot was smashed on the ground, and a layer of dark ash from the bottom of the pot fell off with the vibration.

It has no handle, just a smooth bottom, and it's not very big, about 70 centimeters in diameter. It's definitely enough for a typical family of ten.

Because it was left outdoors exposed to wind and sun, the surface of the pot was covered with rust stains.

After unloading the iron pot, Su Qingci quickly left the farm.

She doesn't spend much time on the farm these days.

These few hours can be life-saving in critical moments.

She couldn't afford to waste a single second before accumulating enough time to squander.

After wandering around, Su Qingci arrived at the recycling station.

She doesn't like studying or working hard, but she doesn't know anything about her family's situation.

According to the history she studied, the college entrance examination was supposed to be reinstated in 1977, right?

With more than four years to go, wouldn't it be better for her to have a set of textbooks on hand just in case?

If that doesn't work, you can stick it to the wall.

The houses in the educated youth settlement were made of adobe, and the walls weren't even painted.

In addition, the spring rains make it even more humid.

Last time I sat on the bed against the wall for a while, I got mud stains all over my back.

At the scrap metal recycling station, Su Qingci took five or six fruit candies she had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative and gave them to the old man guarding the gate.

"Sir, I'd like to go inside and find some old newspapers."

"I care about the country's development and use it to pass the time when I have nothing to do."

"Get out of here..."

After seeing the candy in his hand, the old man's words of refusal stuck in his throat.

Thinking of his grandson, who depended on him for survival, he swallowed hard and quickly stuffed a few candies into his pocket.

He glanced around warily and waved at Su Qingci.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't stay too long."

These young kids are really something.

Everyone wants to shop on Taobao.

Don't you realize that even if the person delivering the recyclables is blind, I'm not blind?

If there were good things, would they even get a chance to have them?

Seeing the old man's wary look, Su Qingci turned and went into the scrap yard.

Like Japanese soldiers entering a village, they quickly began searching.

Some clean old newspapers, and high school textbooks.

In no time, a large stack was piled up.

However, I couldn't find all the textbooks; there were many duplicates.

I re-selected from the chosen textbooks, finding three or four relatively intact ones for each subject and putting the rest back.

In case it comes in handy for favors in the future, or if all else fails, it can be used to wallpaper the walls.

Thinking back to the novels I read in my past life, I realized that junkyards were full of treasures, with antiques, gold, and jade everywhere.

Su Qingci had this idea as soon as she finished looking for the textbook.

It darted to the pile of furniture and started rummaging through it.

Unfortunately, reality is always different from dreams.

In my dream, the drawer that was carelessly discarded was filled with treasures, and there was also an unlocked safe, with gold pieces weighing a pound each.

The reality is...

Su Qingci looked at the table in front of her, which had not a single intact leg or board.

Even with her highly developed imagination, she couldn't have imagined whether the pile of wood in front of her was a table or a cabinet before it was dismantled.

However, they did find a lot of things that looked like ancient paintings and books in the place where waste paper was piled up, as well as many handwritten copies, all of which were well preserved.

Although Su Qingci didn't recognize the porcelain, she subconsciously felt that these were all good things.

Without any hesitation, he jumped into the pile of books and started rummaging through them.

I've thrown away any books or paintings that I felt were showing signs of age.

Even things you don't understand, you throw in anyway.

It's no wonder nobody wants this thing. Even someone as worldly-wise and a college graduate can't understand it, so how could anyone else?

"Cough cough cough~"

"Hmm~ cough cough cough~"

The old man guarding the gate kept coughing.

Su Qingci knew that the old man was urging her on.

Having flipped through enough, she wasn't greedy and picked up the stack of old newspapers and textbooks before leaving.

"Grandpa, weigh me and see how much it costs."

The old man looked at the tall stack of books and realized that he really had come looking for a newspaper.

He thought it was just another idiot coming to Taobao.

"No need to weigh it, just give me two cents."

"Two cents?"

"What? You have more than ten pounds here, and you still think 2 mao is too expensive?"

"If I were to step on the scale, it would cost more than this."

Thinking of the few candies in his pocket, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "Eighteen cents, no less."

"No, sir, I didn't say it was expensive."

"Two cents it is."

Su Qingci felt a little guilty thinking about the section of waste paper that was shorter than before.

The old man's expression softened; he had thought the man was ungrateful.

When handing over the money, she secretly slipped a handful of candy to the old man.

The old man quickly looked up and scanned the area outside the door, his rough hands swiftly stuffing the candy into his pockets.

"Um, wait a minute."

"Here, you can have this to play with."

"Don't let anyone else see it."

As the old man spoke, he quickly stuffed something into Su Qingci's hand.

Seeing the old man's expression, Su Qingci didn't dare to look at him, so she covered her eyes with her hand and left him at the farm.

"Thank you, sir. I'm leaving now."

I found a spot and dumped the huge bundle of books onto the farm.

Then he took out the package and the iron pot, and with the iron pot on his head and the package dragging, he headed towards the grain station to meet up with Li Li and the others.