These days, with the college entrance exam canceled and schools closed every day, the idea that studying is useless permeates every student's mind, and there aren't many students who study diligently in school. So when students go on to higher education, their old books are often packed up and sold to recycling centers.
Of course, some people keep the fire at home to light it, but it's better to sell it than to light it. After all, once it's burned, it's gone, and selling it can earn you some money.
Fang Qiao and Xiao Jing easily found all the elementary and junior high school textbooks from the mountain of tattered notebooks and books.
High school books are hard to find because students who don't like reading stop studying after graduating from elementary or junior high school; they either go to work in factories or go to the countryside.
Those who can get into high school are basically students who love books and learning. Even after they graduate, they rarely sell their books. They keep most of them with them and read them from time to time.
Fang Qiao rummaged through the pile of tattered books for over an hour, but only managed to find two Chinese books, one math book, and one physics book.
Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Qiao, thinking about her children at home, said, "Let's call it a day. These books should keep us busy for a while. We can look for the rest another day."
Xiao Jing nodded: "Okay."
There was a huge stack of books, including elementary and junior high school books. The two of them each carried one stack and went outside the cabin to call someone out to weigh them.
After weighing, it totaled a little over thirty-two pounds.
The old man who collected recyclables rounded down the price for them, saying, "One cent per pound, thirty-two pounds, that's three yuan and twenty cents. You can just give him three yuan."
"Okay." Fang Qiao nodded, took out three yuan from his pocket, and handed it to the old man.
The old man took the money, gave her a burlap sack, and told her to fill it with books.
Fang Qiao thanked him, but the old man didn't say anything, just waved his hand and went back into the cabin.
Fang Qiao and Xiao Jing neatly packed the more than 30 kilograms of books into a burlap sack. There were some discarded ropes on the ground, and Fang Qiao picked up two of them to tie the opening of the sack tightly to prevent them from falling off on the road.
Then the two of them, one carrying the front and the other the back, carried the sack out of the recycling station and onto the back of the bicycle.
The recycling station was right next to the middle school, and there were always people around. There might be a pair of eyes watching somewhere. Fang Qiao planned to find a secluded place to transfer the bag of books into her spatial storage.
A sack of books was sitting on the back seat, swaying back and forth unsteadily; it would definitely fall off if I rode the bike.
The bike was no longer rideable, so Fang Qiao walked ahead pushing it, while Xiao Jing walked behind, holding the burlap sack with her hands.
Fang Qiao whispered to Xiao Jing, "When we came here, I noticed a cornfield between the middle school and the primary school. There's no one there. Let's walk for a while first, and then I'll put these books away before we ride our bikes."
Xiao Jing calmly nodded, indicating that she understood.
She wasn't unsurprised; she was completely numb!
Believe in science, oppose superstition?
Xiaojing can't do it!
Since Niao Niao appeared, the word "science" has been teetering on the brink of collapse before her eyes, then falling to the ground with a 'thud' and never existing again.
After all, as a materialist who only graduated from elementary school, she had no way of explaining Niao Niao's existence with her shallow scientific knowledge.
Compared to Niao Niao's existence, what's so special about waving your hand to make things disappear and then reappear? It's child's play!
However, before Fang Qiao and Xiao Jing could reach their destination, they suddenly heard the sound of a bicycle bell behind them.
The bicycle bell rang crisply and melodiously.
Fang Qiao subconsciously glanced back and saw two bicycles approaching. The riders were a man and a woman, both wearing red armbands.
The road was actually quite wide, enough for another bicycle to pass by, but just to be on the safe side, Fang Qiao pushed her bike a little further to the side of the road.
Two bicycles passed them one after the other.
One of the bicycles, ridden by a man, went forward for about ten meters before suddenly stopping.
The other car also braked and stopped quickly. A young woman with a slightly chubby face asked in confusion, "Lin Tengfei, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly stop?"
The young man, known as Lin Tengfei, chuckled twice and said, "It's a pleasure to help others."
"What?" the girl muttered in confusion, but Lin Tengfei quickly provided the answer with his actions.
He reversed his bike and blocked Fang Qiao's car.
Fang Qiao looked up, puzzled, at the rather young man in red armbands and wondered, "Is this kid even an adult yet? Why is he working as a red armband member?"
Despite her inner thoughts, Fang Qiao remained outwardly calm and asked, "Is there something you need?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just saw that you were carrying too much stuff and wanted to help you with the journey."
Lin Tengfei's eyes flickered with panic for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
With a smile on his face, he patted the back seat of his bicycle and said warmly, "Young man, you have a bike but you don't ride it. Pushing it is too tiring. Put your things on my seat and you can ride it."
Fang Qiao was baffled. "Do you even know where we're going? You just said you wanted to help?"
Would someone wearing a red armband really be so kind?
Lin Tengfei, beaming with confidence, said, "Classmates, you're all students from nearby middle schools, right? Junior high or high school? High school students, go forward; junior high students, go backward. We're all going the same way."
A strange expression flashed across Fang Qiao's face as she politely declined, "No need, we're not going that way."
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