"Is this what you mean by strolling around?" Xia Qiu looked at the recycling station in front of him with an expressionless face.
"Yes." Su Qingyun said cheerfully.
"Here?" Xia Qiu emphasized, "What are you visiting here?"
"There are so many treasures here." Su Qingyun pulled her in, "You'll see once you get in." The waste recycling stations nowadays are not like those in the future, where they only collect cardboard, bottles and the like. Here, there is everything: old appliances, furniture, books...
There are many good things to buy as long as you look carefully.
As soon as you enter the scrap yard, you will see a large square dam filled with all kinds of things. They must have just been collected and have not been sorted and organized yet. The warehouse at the back is also full.
Su Qingyun's eyes were bright, like a cat seeing dried fish, and he couldn't wait to pounce on it.
"What... do you do?" A man walked out of the scrap yard and looked at the two young girls in confusion.
"Uncle, we want to buy something." Su Qingyun smiled and said sweetly.
"Buying something?" The man's eyes rolled. "Are you mistaken? This is a scrap recycling place, not a department store."
"That's right, uncle. We are students from the town middle school." Seeing the man's expression soften, Su Qingyun continued, "For our school's handicraft class, we need to make something by hand, so we came to see if you have anything we can use."
Xia Qiu was puzzled. What was this? What kind of handicraft was this?
"Don't worry, we will pay you." Su Qingyun said quickly when he saw the man hesitate.
She understood the man's subtext. Nowadays, scrap yards often receive good things, so there is no shortage of people who come to shop on Taobao. Generally, the first layer is the people who receive the goods, and then other people come.
Pay? The man looked at the things on the ground and said, "Okay, you can take a look and take whatever you need. I'll come back to calculate the price after you take it."
Anyway, these things have been picked out, there is nothing good left.
"Okay, thank you uncle!"
Seeing the man return to the house, Xia Qiu hurriedly asked: "What kind of handicraft is it? How come I don't know?" She didn't miss any class.
"If I don't say that, will they let us choose?" Su Qingyun waved his hand and said, "Choose quickly, there might be a lot of good things."
"What's so good about this?" Xia Qiu curled his lips. "It's a pile of junk."
"Scrap metal can also be of great use." Su Qingyun blinked, then happily picked up this and that to look at, jumping for joy like a bird.
Xia Qiu could only watch casually.
Su Qingyun searched carefully. There were so many things that she was almost dazzled. But none of them were what she needed. She did not give up and took an iron hook to continue searching.
Suddenly, her gaze moved to a corner, her eyes lit up, she walked over quickly, and picked up the thing covered under the book.
She quickly picked up the thing and was delighted when she took a look. It was a bicycle rack!
Although it looked almost nothing like a bicycle from the outside, with no chain, no bearings, not even a wheel, just an iron frame, Su Qingyun was still overjoyed. With a frame, how could everything else be far behind?
She immediately continued flipping through the books, and while she was still searching, she heard Xia Qiu's surprised voice, "Qingyun, I found a lot of books!"
"What book?" Su Qingyun immediately turned around and asked.
"Come and see!"
Su Qingyun walked over and saw a pile of books in front of Xia Qiu. Some of them were missing covers, some were dirty, and some had signs of burns. But from the annotations on the book covers and pages, it can be seen that their previous owners must have cherished these books very much. It seems that something unexpected happened that caused them to end up here.
Su Qingyun flipped through the books one by one. Some were textbooks, and some were literary classics. She was pleasantly surprised to find that there was even an original version of "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy". She picked up the book carefully, brushed off the dust on it without being disgusted, and touched the curled corner of the book lovingly.
"Pick out the books you like and we'll take them all away!" Su Qingyun waved his hand proudly.
"Okay!" Xia Qiu looked at those literary works with envy and nodded immediately.
Su Qingyun continued to look for her bicycle parts. Soon, she found two flat tires, a broken chain, and only one pedal among the pile of things. She put all these things aside.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally straightened her sore waist and rubbed it.
She ordered her things contentedly. Now she still lacked pedals, front fork components, sprockets, flywheels, etc. Although there were still many things missing, she was already very satisfied. She understood the principle that you can't get fat in one bite.
The pyramids were not built in a day, and neither were bicycles. There’s no rush.
"How is it? Did you find any treasure?" The middle-aged man came out of the house again and joked to the two of them.
"These are all treasures!" Su Qingyun pointed to the pile of things in front of him.
"These..." The man was speechless. What on earth are these? It seems that this girl really doesn't know what's good. She chose these things after choosing for a long time.
He looked at Xia Qiu again and saw a pile of books in front of her. He was even less interested. Here, books were the least valuable things and no one would want them even if they were given away for free.
Xia Qiu looked at the things Su Qingyun had chosen and was also dumbfounded. "Qingyun, what are these?"
"Something that turns waste into treasure." Su Qingyun smiled mysteriously.
"What treasure?"
The man took another look and realized something. "These things of yours... seem to be from bicycles?"
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