The next day, Buyi took Buling to the scrap yard.
The junkyard is undoubtedly the most vividly depicted location in period novels; no matter what kind of female protagonist she is, she can always find some treasures there.
Now, standing at the entrance of the scrap yard, looking at the mountain of table legs and wooden blocks, Bu Ling was somewhat bewildered.
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The man working at the scrap yard was an old man. He was dressed in tattered clothes, which suited the scrap yard's atmosphere perfectly. He led the Buling siblings into the yard and then went back to his own little hut, with an indifferent attitude.
This was Bu Yi's first time at a junkyard. He looked at his sister beside him and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I find what you're looking for here?"
Bling's face stiffened at the question, and he forced a dry laugh, saying, "What if, what if, hahaha..."
Buyi, being a considerate older brother, didn't discourage his sister any further. He rolled up his sleeves, walked to the garbage heap, and started rummaging through it.
The culprit, Bu Ling, looked at Bu Yi's tall and handsome face and his clean and tidy military uniform, touched his nose, resignedly walked forward, and started rummaging through the trash on the other side.
Wooden blocks, no
The table legs look sturdy; I'll keep them and use them as weapons later.
Broken porcelain shards, useless.
Is there a book?
Bling, with his sharp eyes, spotted a book peeking out from under the corner. He picked it up, looked at it, and then threw it back. It was a pornographic book.
The painting was so lifelike; if this level of skill were applied to later generations, earning a million a year wouldn't be a dream.
The two searched all morning and found only a few intact table legs and chair legs.
Finally, the old man at the scrap yard couldn't stand it anymore and said to the brother and sister, "The things here were all smashed into pieces and thrown in; there's no way anything usable could be found." If there were anything usable, would they have gotten their hands on it?
Only then did Bu Ling truly realize the reality: a novel is a novel, and reality is reality.
"Sir, we're looking for some usable furniture. Do you know where we can find it?"
"Why don't you go check out the secondhand shops?" the old man said coldly, turning back to his dilapidated little house.
Bu Yi stopped searching and walked over to Bu Ling. "Grandpa's right, let's go to the secondhand store!"
"A secondhand store? Are there any here?" She thought they only existed in big cities.
Buyi nodded
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go take a look. I don't want to stay here for another second." After learning about the secondhand store, Buling completely forgot about the junkyard.
Before leaving, Bu Ling stuffed a handful of candy into the indifferent old man's hand, and ignoring his attempts to stop her, she dashed into the car.
Buyi smiled at her, said nothing, and started the car.
The secondhand shop was right next to the department store, but it wasn't as grand as the department store; it was just a single-story building with a sign that read "Secondhand Shop."
Compared to the department store next door, it was instantly pushed into the mud.
The siblings, Bling and his sister, entered the secondhand shop. Inside, there was only a bespectacled, refined young man guarding it. The young man was clearly a bookworm; when the two of them entered, he was engrossed in reading his book and didn't even hear anyone else coming in.
It took two coughs from Buyi to wake him up.
The young man hurriedly hid the book behind his back and stammered, "Y-hello, comrade, what do you need?"
Bu Ling and Bu Yi pretended not to have seen him hide the books.
“I want a cupboard and a washstand, do you have any?” Bling said.
Seeing that they weren't paying attention to his book, the young man resumed his normal demeanor. "Yes, I have a washstand and a cupboard too." As he spoke, the young man came out from behind the counter, walked to a corner, and waved to the two men.
Buyi and Buling walked over
The young man pointed to a washstand and said, "There's only one washstand, but there are two cupboards." He then pointed to the cupboard on the other side.
Buling looked at it and saw that there was nothing wrong with the washstand. It was just an ordinary washstand with no special features, and she had no complaints about it.
She then looked at the cupboards, one large and one small. She immediately took a liking to the small bamboo cupboard, which was purely handmade.
"Comrade, how much does that small cupboard and this washstand cost in total?" Bu Ling asked.
"The washstand is 1.2 yuan, and the bamboo cupboard is 3 yuan," the young man replied.
"Can you make it cheaper?" Buling asked. Are secondhand goods really this expensive?
"No, we can't." The young man stammered again, but then seemed to think that those two words sounded too harsh, so he explained, "We, we're just helping to sell them on consignment, we, we can't lower the price."
"Can you contact the consignor? I can talk to the consignor," Buling asked, unwilling to give up.
The young man shook his head: "We can't reveal the consignor's information." He was an employee with principles.
"Then you contact them to come over. We'll wait here and pretend it's a chance encounter, right?" Bling wasn't someone who could be easily defeated.
The young man kept shaking his head, thinking that this woman was really difficult to deal with.
Watching his sister's performance, Buyi knew that she was trying to save him money by bargaining.
That's right. Last night, Bu Ling did the math and realized that she had spent two thousand yuan of Bu Yi's money during this period. She spent it on jobs, renting houses, buying furniture, and buying clothes. When she added it all up, she was shocked.
Bu Ling tried to persuade the young man for a long time, but he kept shaking his head and refused to say another word.
Seeing that Bu Ling's eyes were practically spitting fire, Bu Yi quickly said, "Ling Ling, Ling Ling, we don't care about a few cents."
Bling used the patience of two lifetimes to reason with this bookworm in front of her, only to find that she might need the patience of five lifetimes to succeed.
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