Wenwen looked around the entire scrap yard. It was filled with very ordinary things. Even the furniture was made of ordinary mahogany. There was no such thing as finding antiques or paintings just by coming here.
The man in charge of the scrap yard was a man in his fifties or sixties. Wenwen took out a peach and an apple from a cloth bag and handed them to the man.
"Uncle, you're the only one in such a big scrap yard? How tiring it must be!"
The old man took the fruit with a smile and said, "Young comrade, this fruit is really good. Why have I never seen such good fruit?"
"Uncle, this is a wild fruit that grows in our mountains. There is only one tree, so it grows very well." There is only one tree, so it is very precious.
The old man treasured it in his arms and returned to give it to his eldest grandson. "Thank you, my daughter, for such a rare fruit. I'm just a janitor. Every time new goods are brought in, someone else will take care of the things here. I don't have to do anything."
Wenwen nodded, which means that the good things had been picked up by someone first.
"Uncle, I want to find some elementary school textbooks. I wonder if there are many here?" If not, go to the bookstore to have a look.
"Primary school textbooks? Do you need them from one to five?" the old man asked as he led them into a room.
Wenwen nodded. "There are many children in our village who have never been to school. Now that we are educated youth going to the countryside, we want to run a literacy class. So we need a lot of money. We don't have enough here, so we plan to go to the bookstore to have a look. But the new books in the bookstore are expensive, and our village is poor and we don't have enough funds."
After hearing this, the old man gave them a thumbs up and said, "You are all good children. It's not easy for children in the countryside. It's great that you can do this."
Wenwen laughed it off: "This is what we should do. We are here to build the countryside."
The old man pointed to the neatly arranged piles of books in the room, most of which were elementary school textbooks.
Wenwen nodded to the old man and said, "Thank you, old man. This saves us a lot of trouble."
The old man waved his hand and said, "Just count and see if they are enough. If not, there are more in other rooms." Then he left the room and continued to watch the gate.
Wenwen said to the others, "Let's order 50 books from each class first. If there are any left, we can add more. If you see any usable notebooks, take them too. Pick up any usable pens, inkstones, paper, and inkstones aside. Buying new ones will cost a lot of money."
After a few people worked for half a day, they collected all the elementary school textbooks. The room was basically cleared out, and they neatly stacked the unused ones and put them back in their original places.
Wenwen called the old man over again and asked him to find some more. The old man took them to another room and said, "There are still a few here, but I don't think there will be much. Most of them are from junior high and high school."
At this moment, shouting came from outside the gate...
When the old man heard the shouting, he thought it must be someone he knew. He sighed and shook his head, then gave them some instructions and left.
Several people were carefully sorting books and not paying attention to what was happening outside.
"Miss Qian, there are a few educated youth here who came to buy elementary school textbooks. Look, these are the ones they have selected, don't you think?" The old man's explanation was accompanied by the sound of leather shoes stepping heavily on the ground.
"Who knows if you are in the same group? Otherwise, why haven't we received any good goods in so many days?" A woman's arrogant voice.
Hearing someone walk into the room, several people stopped what they were doing and stood up. They subconsciously wanted to protect Wenwen behind them. Wenwen shook her head at them and stood in front with Song Zhiqing.
I saw a woman in her twenties with fashionable short curly hair, wearing a white saree dress and a pair of small leather shoes. It was obvious from her outfit that she was not an ordinary person.
The woman looked at the few people with raised eyes, and paused for two seconds when her eyes swept over Wenwen's face, with a look of jealousy.
"Who sent you country bumpkins here? Who said we were going to sell you these books? Who knows if you guys are hiding anything in these?"
After hearing this, Song Zhiqing couldn't control his temper and was about to say something to the woman, but Wenwen stopped him with a look.
Wenwen asked patiently, "Comrade, what can we do in this? Another question I want to ask is, which department stipulates that we cannot buy books at the scrap yard? Didn't the country advocate resource conservation and reuse some time ago? Is Changyang County different? But Beijing City does this too?"
When a woman hears this, she wants to throw a tantrum.
A man wearing glasses who had been standing next to Miss Qian stopped her and said, "Excuse me, everyone. My wife has a quick temper. Please forgive me if my words may be unpleasant to hear."
Wenwen casually looked at the man with glasses for a few times and felt that he was a difficult person. The glasses were just a tool he used to cover up the cunning in his eyes.
"What? One of you plays the good cop and the other the bad cop. Who do you want to scare?" Song Zhiqing retorted.
Wenwen pulled Song Zhiqing aside and said, "I'm sorry, my sister has a bad temper. I'm sorry."
Miss Qian's face turned even uglier when she heard this.
Mr. Qian, the man with glasses, smiled and said, "It's okay, I won't bother you anymore." After that, he pulled Miss Qian away from the scrap station.
When they got outside, Miss Qian shook off the man's hand: "You are afraid of what those people will do. No one in this county dares to mess with my Qian family."
Seeing her angry, the man hurried to comfort her: "Wife, why would I be afraid of those young men who haven't even grown all their hair yet? I'm afraid there's someone behind them."
Miss Qian didn't believe it: "Just a few country bumpkins, how could they have such powerful backing?"
The man held her hand and said, "Didn't you notice that those people all had a murderous aura? They weren't ordinary people at first glance. They must have been from the army, and it was obvious that these people were protecting the youngest educated youth."
Miss Qian looked at him suspiciously: "Really? How come I didn't notice it? And how do you know so much and can tell that those people are retired?"
The man with glasses didn't expect that the woman who had always been as stupid as a pig would suddenly become smart: "Ah? This... I just heard people talk about it. You know, men are more yearning for these things. My biggest dream before was to join the army..."
The two people's voices gradually faded away.
The old man in the scrap yard was talking to a few people about those two people: "Those are Director Qian's daughter and son-in-law. If you run into them again when you come to the county town, don't get into a fight with them. It will not benefit you."
Wenwen thanked the old man for his kind advice and asked, "Is that Director Qian from the Pigeon Committee?"
"That's right, you must remember this."
"Uncle, I want to ask you about someone. He is an old friend of my grandfather. This time I came here to the countryside, I want to visit him on behalf of my grandfather." Wenwen said.
"Come to think of it, I know most of the people in this county," said the old man.
"His name is Shi Fuze. I heard his family is well off. Uncle, do you know where his home is? I just arrived in the county town and haven't had time to ask around yet."
The old man's face changed when he heard this, and he hurried to the door to see if there was anyone outside.
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