After severing ties, the siblings were unable to get back the job that Uncle Qin had taken from them, because of the interference and unreasonable demands of Grandpa and Grandma Qin. They had no choice but to suffer the loss.
Fortunately, after Qin's father died in the line of duty, the transportation team took into account that the two children were still young, and the compensation was paid monthly until the brother and sister reached adulthood.
If these subsidies were used on two healthy children, they wouldn't be enough to ensure they had enough to live comfortably, but they would certainly be sufficient to maintain their basic needs.
Unfortunately, Qin Chuxin's body needs a lot of supplements to maintain, and the subsidies she received were simply not enough. For the past two years, she had been relying on the money her family had saved up. Seeing that the money was running out, Qin Chuan thought about finding a way to make money.
"Xinxin, can you help me see if anyone will like this fabric? I'm a little worried that I won't be able to sell it," Qin Chuan said, not wanting her younger sister to continue being sad, so she deliberately stuffed a piece of sky-blue floral fabric from the table into her sister's hand.
Qin Chuxin looked at the fabric, which had excellent color and material, and glared at her brother: "Nonsense, how could this not sell? This fabric is perfect for making clothes or dresses."
"Do you like it?" Qin Chu'an asked with a grin, holding up the cloth to her sister.
Qin Chuxin didn't reply; it would be too insincere of her to say she didn't like it.
How could Qin Chu'an not guess what she was thinking? He pinched her chubby little face and said, "Xin Xin, don't worry about money. When your brother makes a lot of money in the future, he will buy you a whole wardrobe of dresses that you can never wear."
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On the other side, after Xia Qingqing and Qin Chuan parted ways, she went directly to the scrap metal recycling station.
She told Zhang Hongyan that she came to the county to find books, and if she went home empty-handed, wouldn't she be exposed?
However, Xia Qingqing had originally planned to visit the scrap metal recycling station. Based on her experience reading novels, she knew that scrap metal recycling stations in the 1970s were a treasure trove.
Of course, the "treasure trove" she mentioned didn't mean she wanted to find gold and silver treasures there. People at this time weren't stupid; good things had already been found and secretly hidden by discerning individuals, so there was no chance for her.
But those books and materials were of little interest to anyone, which was exactly what Xia Qingqing needed.
If nothing unexpected happens, the college entrance examination will be reinstated in a little over a year, and there is a high chance that the "Self-Study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" which is very helpful for the college entrance examination can be found at the scrap metal recycling station. She also wants to try to find it.
When Xia Qingqing arrived at the scrap metal recycling station, she was stopped by an elderly man with a slightly hunched back: "Young lady, you can't just go in here."
Xia Qingqing remained calm despite being stopped, and gave the reason she had prepared beforehand: "Grandpa, I'd like to buy some waste newspapers to paste on the walls at home. I wonder if that's convenient?"
The old man nodded knowingly upon hearing this, probably already used to such things. He waved his hand and let Xia Qingqing go in: "Go inside and find it yourself. Remember not to touch anything you shouldn't. Everything here is counted. After you find the newspaper, bring it here to be weighed."
"Okay, thank you, Grandpa," Xia Qingqing said with a smile, thanking the old man before heading towards the warehouse.
Upon entering the warehouse, Xia Qingqing smelled a faint stench of decay. She looked around and found the place where the paper books were stored.
There were many miscellaneous old books inside, and Xia Qingqing rolled up her sleeves and began to search through them.
The "Self-Study Series on Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" has 17 volumes in total. Xia Qingqing searched for a long time but couldn't find all the books. However, she wasn't too disappointed. Anyway, there was still more than a year before the college entrance examination was reinstated, so she could slowly look for them later.
Besides seven or eight old books, Xia Qingqing also casually picked out a stack of clean old newspapers, and presented them to the old man, saying, "Grandpa, this is fine. How much do you want?"
The old man saw that Xia Qing had cleared out the old newspapers and taken a lot of books, but he didn't say anything. He put the books on the scale and weighed them, saying, "30 cents will do."
Xia Qingqing thought to herself, "This is really cheap. No wonder everyone wants to come to the scrap metal recycling station to find books." She readily took out 30 cents and handed it to the old man, saying, "Thank you, Grandpa."
After leaving the recycling station, Xia Qingqing put one or two books in her bag as a formality, and put the rest into the system's warehouse.
She had originally planned to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things, but then she suddenly remembered the agreed time that Old Ding had mentioned, and she slapped her forehead and hurried to the meeting point.
When Xia Qingqing arrived, the oxcart was long gone. She sighed in frustration, realizing she would have to walk home today.
It's so inconvenient not having a watch to tell the time. Thinking of this, Xia Qingqing decided to send a message to Gu Yunshu after she got home and ask her to find her a watch.
"Comrade Xia, did you miss the oxcart?"
Xia Qingqing heard a familiar voice behind her and turned around to see Song Ze.
Song Ze rode his bicycle with a dashing air, his left foot lightly touching the ground, a faint smile on his face.
"Hmm, I forgot the time," Xia Qingqing said somewhat disappointedly.
She glanced enviously at Song Ze's bicycle. Bicycles in this era were comparable to cars in later times. She was determined to work hard to earn money to buy one.
Seeing the little girl staring at him expectantly, Song Ze raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you need me to take you back?"
Xia Qingqing's eyes lit up instantly: "Is that okay? I can give you money."
When she offered to pay, Song Ze chuckled and shook his head: "I don't need the money."
He himself found it a bit strange. Why did he suddenly have the kind heart to offer the little girl a ride home? When did he become so kind?
When Song Ze said it was free, Xia Qingqing let out a disappointed "oh," thinking he was unwilling to give her a ride.
Seeing the girl turn to leave, Song Ze quickly called out to her, "Don't rush, I didn't say I didn't want to give you a ride."
Why is this little girl so easily teased? He glanced at Xia Qingqing's short legs and thought to himself that if he didn't give her a ride home today, she probably wouldn't even make it to the village entrance by nightfall.
Xia Qingqing didn't know what he was thinking, but judging from his eyes, she knew he wasn't a good person.
"So, are you willing or not?" Xia Qingqing was a little confused by his attitude.
Song Ze lightly pushed off with his foot, and his bicycle blocked Xia Qingqing's path: "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have talked to you so much. I just said I didn't need your money, but who knew you misunderstood."
"Thank you, Comrade Song, you're such a good person," Xia Qingqing said, confirming that he genuinely wanted to give her a ride back. She quickly climbed onto the back of the bicycle.
Song Ze was amused by what she said: "Haha, I also think I'm pretty good."
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