Su Qingci stared wide-eyed at the things Old Wei had brought up.
"This is... Qing, Qing..."
"Yes, girl, do you want this?"
Su Qingci stared wide-eyed. "I do want it, but how am I supposed to take it away?"
"How did you get such a big thing in here?"
"It was brought here at night, when no one was around, by hauling it over on a handcart."
"Could you, then, drag me out tonight when no one's around?"
"I won't let you drag this out for nothing."
Su Qingci pointed to his bed, "Don't you like that thing?"
"I'll make you something else after Congcong finishes eating."
Old Wei's eyes lit up. "Let's do it!"
"However, I can only take you to the small grove to the left of the town entrance at most. The rest is up to you."
Su Qingci shook her head and looked at the chamber pot in the inner room.
"No need for that. Just wait until midnight when no one is around, then put the cart and all at the back door of the scrap yard and wrap it tightly in a tattered sack."
“Cover the chamber pot too. Even if someone is curious, they won’t bother to look through it because of the smell.”
"Just leave it there and don't worry about it. I'll have someone come and get it."
"Also, do you still have that kind of porcelain from last time?"
"It doesn't have to be small and exquisite. I'll accept the rougher ones too, as long as they're old enough."
"Yes, there are some, but they're fragile and hard to hide. I'll save them for you next time I come across them."
Su Qingci nodded, "I won't take advantage of you. After I take this, I'll send you more things later."
"Or, if you need money, I can give you some extra money."
Old Wei shook his head, "I don't want money, I just want food, and this milk powder."
"Okay, I'll bring you more when you've almost finished eating."
After parting ways with Old Wei, Su Qingci wandered aimlessly around the town.
Seeing children fighting in the alley, they gathered around and watched with great interest.
Seeing an older woman standing with her hands on her hips cursing, they also gathered around with interest.
Song Jingzhou pushed his bicycle out of town and saw Su Qingci standing on tiptoe among a group of old men watching others play chess at the town entrance.
The way he was sticking out his butt and pushing aside the people around him to squeeze in almost made me burst out laughing.
This was definitely the most shameless girl he had ever met in both of his lives.
In his previous life, he had always stayed in the North China Military Region and had no idea that the Gaotang Brigade had such fun educated youth.
He parked his bicycle, walked over, grabbed her by the collar, and pulled her out of the crowd.
"Who, who?"
"Let me go."
"Hey, you've brought glory to your ancestors, and you're all better now?"
"You're so slow and indecisive, I'm almost falling asleep waiting."
Song Jingzhou scoffed, "I think you're so excited you're about to fly to the sky. You're the one shouting the loudest out of the whole group."
After saying that, he imitated Su Qingci and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Car, old man, get on the car?"
"Oh dear, you could have set up two cannons without even riding a horse! Two cannons are unstoppable!"
"I saw you reaching out to snatch the chess pieces from someone else, and it made the old man sweat with anxiety."
Su Qingci blushed, a rare occurrence for her, and said shyly, "No, it's not that exaggerated."
"Let's go, let's go."
"Really."
Song Jingzhou tossed the salt-baked chicken hanging on the front of the car to Su Qingci.
He then kicked her down, straddled her, and turned back to urge her on.
The bicycle traveled smoothly through the woods, and the man in front of him was exceptionally handsome, with a glimmer of starlight in his eyes that seemed about to overflow.
The woman in the back seat, with her hair in braids, was charming and lovely, her face covered in grease from eating salt-baked chicken.
After everyone had rested for the night, Su Qingci slipped out by herself.
Wearing helmets, we launched our electric bikes from the farm and headed straight for Peach Blossom Town.
The journey was safe, and when they reached the back door of the scrap yard, Old Wei had not yet arrived.
Su Qingci then headed towards Niuxiang Port.
Sure enough, they encountered Old Wei, who was pulling a cart and acting suspiciously, halfway there.
"Old man, it's me."
"Come on, you can leave it to me. Take this bag to Congcong, and I'll put the cart at the back door of the recycling station for you later."
Old Wei, panting, said, "Okay, okay, be careful."
"It's okay, you should go back quickly. It's late at night, and Congcong is home alone."
Old Wei kicked the bag into his arms and turned to disappear into the night.
Inside the bag, Su Qingci had placed several children's picture books, a palm-sized all-steel toy car, a few marbles, a few bouncy balls, and some White Rabbit milk candies bought from the supply and marketing cooperative.
She believed Congcong would like it.
After pushing the cart for a while and observing carefully, I took the cart and its contents into the farm.
When passing by the scrap yard, he threw the cart out and rode away on his electric bike.
When I got back to the educated youth settlement, I checked the time; it wasn't even midnight yet.
At this time, there was no entertainment at night and no electricity, so almost every household was already asleep by eight o'clock.
Su Qingci locked the door and entered the farm, unwrapping the large, unrecognizable bundle.
Even though she had seen it in Old Wei's house today, Su Qingci was still shocked by the bronze artifacts in front of her.
This bronze dragon from the Warring States period is exquisitely crafted.
If this were placed in any museum in China in later generations, it would definitely be a treasure of the museum.
The dragon's overall shape is very unique. Horns spiral out from its head, and two long teeth on its mouth resemble those of a crocodile. It has wings on both sides of its body, strong legs, and sharp claws.
What's most stunning is the granular pattern on its curved back, which highlights the texture of the dragon skin. Even by today's standards, this kind of craftsmanship would be considered cutting-edge technology.
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