Feng Jingrou knew that her two sisters-in-law were not good people, but she never expected that they would chase her all the way to the county town to cheat her.
I quickly told Fat Sister not to give the sweater to anyone who tried to buy it on credit in her name.
Including her mother-in-law who had just been released.
Fat Sister: "Don't worry, I've been doing business for seven or eight years, and I definitely have an eye for people."
"I'm just worried about you. Xiao Feng, please be careful at home. I don't want to lose such a good helper like you!"
Qin Anan held a stack of old newspapers like a baby and waved her little hands at Fatty.
【Goodbye, Auntie Fat! 】
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After leaving the sweater shop, Feng Jingrou took Qin Anan to the supply and marketing cooperative.
I bought manuscript paper, a fountain pen, and a bottle of Hero brand blue-black fountain pen ink, spending a total of five dollars.
Just as I was about to rush home, An An's voice rang out again.
【Dictionary, Xinhua Dictionary! 】
[When I write, I definitely need to look up a dictionary. It would be very troublesome without a dictionary.]
When Feng Jingrou heard her daughter's thoughts, she realized that she had been negligent.
But she couldn't show that she could hear her daughter's thoughts, for fear of scaring An An.
Holding An An, I walked "calmly" to the bun shop and bought her the big meat buns she loved.
An An was so anxious that she yelled in her heart: [Dictionary! Dictionary! Xinhua buns... Ugh, Xinhua Dictionary!]
[Ah, these steamed buns smell so good! Ahhhhhhhhhh…]
Feng Jingrou looked at her daughter's cute and adorable appearance and almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
After walking around the street for a few times and buying Qin Anan a beautiful pink jacket with a bow on the back, and a pair of shoes for Qin Ling and Qin Li respectively, she slapped her head and looked as if she had suddenly realized something.
"By the way, should we buy your brother a dictionary?"
Qin Anan nodded immediately.
【Oh my dear mother, thank God, you finally remembered. 】
The two went to Xinhua Bookstore and bought a brand new Xinhua Dictionary.
When I came out again, I saw another scrap collection station.
Qin Anan's eyes lit up.
Scrap collection station?
A must-visit place for the heroine who travels through time in period novels!
[Mom, I want to go! I want to go!]
She stretched out one of her little arms, made the Erkang gesture, and pointed hard towards the scrap collection station.
Feng Jingrou continued to pretend not to hear her inner voice: "An An, you want to go to the scrap collection station?"
"Hmm!" Qin Anan's milky voice sounded.
Feng Jingrou immediately took her to the scrap collection station.
You won’t know until you go there that the unprepossessing scrap collection station actually has a different world. There are not only scrap ironware and pottery, but also a lot of scrap furniture, especially a pile of old books piled in the corner. Many of the books are printed with the seal of the university library, and it is obvious that they are books of great academic value.
During the height of the movement, many books were banned and delisted, wreaking havoc on China's cultural development. Many books were also removed from the university where Feng Jingrou's parents taught, and have since vanished.
Now that reform and opening up have taken place, the way they see the light of day again is by being treated as waste and placed on the muddy ground.
Feng Jingrou felt very uncomfortable when she looked at the damaged books.
Qin Anan was also sad.
She could tell at a glance that among this pile of tattered books, there were several rare copies that she had been unable to find in later generations.
She had originally put used books on the supermarket shelves in the hope that they would be seen again, cherished, and reused, thus reconnecting the broken Chinese culture. Now that she finally had the chance to see them, she didn't want to miss it.
“I really want to collect them all!” She muttered silently in her heart.
Feng Jingrou pursed her lips and reached into her pocket for the remaining money.
With her current ability, she cannot take all the books, but she silently swore in her heart that one day, she would help An An bring all the rare books here home.
The door of the scrap yard was wide open, but there was no one guarding it.
The mother and daughter walked around the scrap collection station and finally met the manager in charge of selling scrap under a sycamore tree.
A gray-haired old man in his fifties was lying on a bamboo lounge chair reading a book. A purple clay teapot was placed on a small wooden table next to him, emitting a faint tea fragrance, looking very leisurely.
The old man was a very enthusiastic person. When he saw someone coming, he put down his book and stood up to greet them.
"Are you going to buy old furniture, old bicycles or something?" Seeing that they were a mother and daughter from the countryside, the old man had a preconceived notion and subconsciously thought that they were looking for some second-hand goods for their daily life.
When the old man heard Feng Jingrou say she wanted to buy a book, he became more enthusiastic.
"Yes, yes, yes. Good ones are 30 cents each, and damaged ones are 10 cents each. Go pick one! Once you've made your selection, I'll give you the total price."
As he spoke, he personally ran to the pile of books, pushed aside the old books on top, revealing the better-preserved books buried underneath.
Qin Anan could see that this old man was a book lover.
It's just that due to the environment, it's impossible to preserve these books properly. If he sees someone like him, he'd be happy to let them take all these treasures away.
Looking at the book that the old man had just read, Qin An felt happy.
A picture book?!
【This old man is quite cute! 】
The old man also looked at Qin Anan: "This girl is so beautiful, just like she came out of a New Year picture."
He went to the old furniture area and found an antique little chair for Qin Anan to sit on so that Feng Jingrou could choose books carefully.
Qin Anan looked down.
[Wow!]
[Is this chair made of Huanghuali wood?!]
Love it! Love it!
Looking towards the old furniture area, many of the stacked tables, chairs and benches, made of huanghuali, red sandalwood, and golden nanmu, are already damaged. However, the wood and workmanship alone...
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