The older woman only earns a little over ten yuan a month, and the extra 50 cents was almost her daily wage, so she was happy to help Qin Hanshu with this favor.
The older woman was very dedicated; she told Qin Hanshu to rest and not move, and she made three trips to move all the wood.
"Young comrade, on the eighth day of next month, our scrap yard will receive new goods. It's not the junk those people were selling before, it's..." The old woman leaned close to Qin Hanshu's ear and said, "It's stuff we got from ransacking houses. You can come and pick some out then."
The best of those things are those sealed in the warehouse. The ones brought to the scrap yard aren't treasures, but ordinary people who aren't short of money can come and look around to see if there's anything useful.
Qin Hanshu didn't know if it was the busy farming season at that time; if it was, she probably wouldn't have had the chance to come to the county town.
"Okay, I'll come and take a look when I have time."
The woman was in a hurry to go home for dinner, and locked the backyard gate after saying only a few words.
A piece of broken wood blocked the entrance to the alley, turning the alley into a closed space.
Qin Hanshu looked up at the sky to make sure no one would notice her before entering her spatial dimension and quickly taking out two pieces of furniture she used to own.
She didn't dare take too much; there was only a desk and a cabinet, neither of which were very big.
Then take out the women's bicycle that Yang Aizhen was riding, and that should be enough.
The recycling center does sell bicycles, but only bicycle parts—wheels, seats, or frames. A skilled person might be able to piece together a complete bicycle after some time.
After preparing everything, Qin Hanshu stood on the side of the street.
If she hasn't gone back by the time all the other educated youths have finished shopping, Niu Erdan will definitely come looking for her.
Sure enough, within minutes, the tractor drove towards her.
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