After buying the peach cakes, Qin Wan walked around the town again. Suddenly, when she saw a place, her eyes instantly brightened a degree more than usual.
This place is a large courtyard with the words "Scrap Recycling Station" hung on the gate. Although the font is a bit mottled, traces of the past can still be seen.
There was a house next to the main gate, and an old man in his fifties was sitting at the door.
The old man sat in a rocking chair, swaying slightly, as if blending in with the surroundings. His eyes were half-closed, as if he was half asleep, making it seem as if he was enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit. Although it was a bit old, it was very clean and tidy, giving people a simple and unpretentious feeling.
His face was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, as if telling the vicissitudes of life. His hair was already gray, but it was combed neatly, revealing a unique spirit.
Qin Wan looked at the scene before her, and a wave of envy welled up in her heart. On days like this, there was no city noise or bustle, only peace and tranquility. She wondered if she could live such a leisurely and comfortable life like this old man when she reached this age.
Qin Wan walked over slowly, her steps light, afraid to disturb the old man's rest. She knocked gently on the open door, making a crisp sound.
"Old man, do you have any old books here?" Qin Wan asked softly, with a hint of anticipation in her tone. She knocked on the big iron door just to remind the old man that someone was coming.
The old man opened his eyes, glanced at Qin Wan, and then said something that made Qin Wan envious for a long time:
"Go inside if you want to find anything, and don't forget to pay when you come out."
This sentence is simple and clear, without any unnecessary nonsense. It seems that for the old man, life is so simple, without too many troubles and worries.
Qin Wan secretly sighed in his heart, this old man is really insightful, a wise old man.
Qin Wan said "hmm" and walked towards the station. The old man added:
"Don't take anything you shouldn't take. If you want to find better tables, chairs, and benches, there's a small room in there. You can look for them yourself, but the price will be higher!"
"knew!"
Qin Wan agreed as he walked forward, looking around and finding that there were indeed quite a few scrap recycling stations. They occupied a full three or four mu of land, with three rooms facing north and south, and the walls in the middle had been broken through.
These so-called waste products called "junk" and "garbage" are divided into two categories.
One category is paper products such as books, newspapers, and cartons, which are piled on the left.
One category is various furniture made of wood and iron items, piled together on the right side.
Qin Wan went to the left first and found some textbooks for junior high and high school. She had the college entrance exam in a few years, so she hadn't forgotten. Then she found some reference materials and study notes.
Qin Wan was very happy. These things were like timely rain, appearing in front of her when she needed them. She was truly God's darling daughter.
Having found what he wanted, Qin Wan was ready to leave.
Although there are often stories in books about the heroine and supporting actress going to a scrap yard, discovering treasures, and having their lives changed, she doesn't think that everything is true.
Just imagine, if there really is a treasure, wouldn't the gatekeeper be so busy picking it up? Would he wait for others to come to the recycling station to pick it up?
Don't accuse them of being clueless. Who among those who manage to work as a janitor at a scrap yard isn't as shrewd as a monkey? They have eight hundred eyes, but their eyelashes are empty. Even if they don't know the value of things at first, how can they remain clueless after a long time? Comparing with them is simply ignorant.
However, Qin Wan felt that there was something pulling her in the rubbish in front of her.
She took a few tentative steps forward and suddenly saw a thick thread-bound book among the waste paper. The yellowed pages and the torn cover all showed its age and value.
She walked over, picked it up and saw the words "Rejuvenation Needle" written in large letters on the cover.
Qin Wan's heart skipped a beat. In her previous life, she had heard of this book. It seemed that the acupuncture method recorded in it was very powerful. People who died within half an hour could be brought back to life with this acupuncture method.
This book was worth over 100 million when it was auctioned. I never expected that it would fall into my hands now.
Qin Wan tried his best to remain calm, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and he was secretly glad in his heart.
She held the book carefully in her hands, feeling its heavy weight and unique scent.
Qin Wan concealed her inner joy and secretly put her hand back into the space. She was not afraid of paying more, but she was worried that such precious ancient books would attract the attention and covetousness of others.
Especially in this era, Chinese medicine culture was regarded as feudal superstition and part of the "Four Olds" campaign. If she were found to have such a precious ancient Chinese medicine book, it might bring her trouble or even danger.
After putting the book "Rejuvenation Technique" into the space, Qin Wan came to the furniture area. The furniture here was piled up like a mountain, looking a bit messy.
Qin Wan glanced at it casually, not showing much interest in these shabby furniture, and prepared to leave. However, just as she turned around, an accident happened.
Her foot accidentally stepped on a wooden stick, causing her to lose balance and nearly fall. Startled, Qin Wan quickly steadied herself to avoid spraining her ankle. Anger welled up in her, and she kicked the offending stick in a fit of rage. The stick flew forward from the impact, striking a nearby bed squarely.
Qin Wan looked in the direction the stick had flown, her eyes widening. She'd never imagined she'd find an old-fashioned step-out bed in this scrapyard.
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