Chapter 20: Plundering the Passing Geese
When Liu Qingqing started studying with Lu Yan, she could clearly feel the change in her attitude.
She knew it was right to let Tian Cuixiang come.
Managing a scrap collection station was not an easy job as early as half a year ago. A large amount of old items came in every day, and all the items collected were recorded, with the time accurate to the minute, who sold them, what they were, and how much they weighed.
All the dozens of items need to be written down clearly.
The other is shipping.
When someone comes with a delivery note to pick up goods, they have to leave a note and issue an invoice.
I also have to check with the warehouse every day to see if there are any discrepancies.
After the movement lasted for a while, the passionate young people gradually calmed down.
After the climax of the house raids subsided, their scrap yard became less busy.
In this era of extreme material scarcity, there is a saying that goes, "Three years new, three years old, and another three years of mending."
Apart from some conspicuous people like Lin Zhiqing, few real old people would go to the scrap yard at that time.
Lu Yan's job is to ship the goods. When someone comes to pick up the goods, she just needs to check the approval notes and submit them on time.
The work was simple and easy, and Liu Qingqing got the hang of it quickly.
Although Lu Yan finished teaching almost everything in a short time, she didn't want to be criticized, so she had to wait another half a month before taking a break.
Guo Xiuhua called her behavior "pretentious."
She wouldn't be so pretentious and wouldn't take a break when she could.
Every day at noon she would come back half an hour earlier, and the time she came back depended on her mood.
In fact, she was quite envious of Lu Yan for being pregnant and being able to stay at home and still get paid.
But giving birth to a baby is a hassle, and her family doesn't have a mother-in-law to take care of her.
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As November approached, the weather was getting colder. When Liu Qingqing was strolling around the warehouse at the back, she saw Lao Liu and Lao Xu wearing military coats, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet in the cold warehouse.
"Uncle Liu, Uncle Xu, why don't you two go to the lounge and warm yourself by the fire? It's freezing cold out here."
As sorters, Lao Liu and Lao Xu, two grown men, were not willing to squeeze into their duty room. Since the lounge next to it was given to Liu Qingqing to live in, the two of them no longer suffered at night, but there was no place to sleep on weekdays.
After all, a young wife was living there, so it would be a bit inappropriate for them to move in.
"It's okay, we can handle the cold." Old Xu was the first to reply. They did regret letting someone else occupy the lounge.
"Uncle, I'm only a few days old. I'll be staying in the duty room up front. You guys can boil some hot water to warm yourself up, or sit by the fire or something. It won't delay us."
The two looked at each other, and Lao Liu smiled: "Thank you very much, Xiao Liu."
"Look at what you said. I finally grabbed the lounge from you two uncles. Otherwise, I would have nowhere to stay after get off work."
Old Xu: "Haha, then we won't be polite."
"I'm the one who gets the advantage. Uncle, you guys light the stove every day, and I get to warm up the house every night. I'm so happy."
The three of them walked towards the lounge while talking. After entering the room, Lao Xu said, "Don't worry, girl, we won't touch anything."
"Well, I just added a bedding as before. You guys just rest as before." Liu Qingqing waved her hand, indicating that she had nothing she was afraid of touching.
Seeing the two people preparing to carry firewood to burn the stove, Liu Qingqing said goodbye and left the warehouse.
You've just arrived, so you can't offend others because of such a small detail. If you wait until they can't stand the cold anymore and then bring it up yourself, you'll be making enemies.
As for Guo Xiuhua, she is not a person who can take responsibility. Anyway, I have no handle on her, but she is full of debts, and she thinks she is so powerful.
In other words, Lu Yan didn't want to cause trouble, otherwise she could at least sue her for having problems with her revolutionary ideas and lacking a love for her job and dedication.
A few days later, paper mill workers came with approval slips to pick up old books and newspapers.
After Lu Yan gave her some hands-on training, she decided to go home and recuperate.
It has started to snow, and she is afraid that something might happen to her in this month.
Liu Qingqing insisted on helping her pack her things and sending her home.
Lu Yan's home is only sixteen minutes away from the scrap yard, and her husband's surname is Li.
This area belongs to the factory workers' family compound.
All the members of the Li family worked in the processing factory, except Lu Yan, who took over the logistics shift at her mother-in-law's supply and marketing cooperative and was later transferred to the scrap yard.
When she reached the door, she didn't go in carelessly. She just acknowledged the door and went back.
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