She went straight to the scrap collection station.

Even though it's in an urban area, this scrap collection depot is really sloppy.

This should be a large courtyard in a factory area.

The fence is in tatters, and of course there is no need for any awareness of anti-theft. Is the scrap collection station still afraid of people stealing things?

There's nothing valuable either.

How strange!

Various scattered things were piled up in categories in the yard, with no one looking at them.

There was a staff member from a scrap collection station sitting at the door of the yard.

There is a scale there. Anyone who wants to sell scraps can just put it here. They will weigh it and then give you money and forget about it.

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked in.

The staff member saw that she was a little girl.

"Hey, little girl, this is a scrap station, don't run in there."

"Master, our house is being repainted, and we want to find some newspapers to surround the wall. See if I can go in and find some. I'll just give you the price."

She wouldn't directly refer to the dictionary, as that would go against the traces of history.

She was worried that her wings would be blown away.

Just follow the trajectory.

The staff lazily pointed to the corner of the courtyard, "Those books and newspapers are piled up there. You can go find them yourself. Newspapers cost two cents a pound. If you want them, pick out some good ones and weigh them. I'll

Let me calculate the money for you. If you want a book, it’s one cent per catty.”

Books and newspapers are the most common in their yard.

From time to time, people around here will come here to order newspapers or books, either to use as fire starters or to build walls. This is normal.

Who doesn’t use it yet?

Jiang Xiaoxiao walked in cautiously.

Sure enough, there were a lot of newspapers and books piled in the corner.

Not classified, just piled there loosely.

Jiang Xiaoxiao first found a pile of newspapers that were almost newer from the pile of newspapers. Even if he was just pretending, he had to pretend.

Holding the newspaper in her arms, she turned to the pile of books in the corner.

Basically, most of the books you can see outside are study books.

Nowadays, people don’t go to school very much, and these books are thrown into the scrapyard.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up after seeing a lot of books he studied in high school.

Yes, I will need these books in the future. I will take the college entrance examination in two years.

Resuming the first college entrance examination is an opportunity.

Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up a lot.

These were thrown into their own space without the staff paying attention.

You have space in your hands, don’t use it in vain.

Then she saw at a glance a dozen dictionaries thrown in the corner.

It was placed there against the wall. No one probably noticed it, mainly because people didn't like to use dictionaries to start fires.

She felt happy.

Walked over and looked through it.

No!

It wasn't until she reached the two dictionaries at the bottom that she discovered something fishy as soon as she opened them.

There was actually a big hole dug in the dictionary, and an oil paper bag lay clearly inside.

The same goes for another book.

Jiang Xiaoxiao threw it into the space without saying a word.

Then I wandered around here pretending to be confused.

In fact, I was absent-minded and anxious to go back and take a look at something.

After wandering around for a long time, I hugged the newspaper and walked out.

"Master, please weigh me!"

There weren't many staff at first glance.

When I weighed it, it turned out to be only five pounds.

"A dime!"

But I'm still happy.

Generally, if you buy such junk products, they can put it in your own pocket.

This is also a kind of gray income.

Jiang Xiaoxiao handed over the dime in his hand.

In this day and age, there is not even a dime for a pound of oil. This newspaper is almost a luxury item in people's eyes.

Of course I only buy it once a year.

Usually during the Chinese New Year there are more.

It would be more convenient if you have an acquaintance who works in the office.

Something convenient.

For someone as careless as Jiang Xiaoxiao to buy a newspaper, he really doesn't have much time.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hugged the newspaper and left.

He bumped into someone and the newspaper fell to the floor.

The other party quickly straightened up and apologized tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see the road clearly."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention, and they collected the newspapers on the ground together. He was here to cut off the Hu.

A small episode doesn't matter.

"It's okay! I didn't look at the road either."

The man handed over the newspaper in his hand with an apologetic look on his face.

There was a hint of surprise in Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes.

She knew this man.

Of course I know him, the one who went to the countryside with his eldest brother and later brought his eldest brother's ashes back.

Later, I kept sending money back to their family and it never stopped.

Unfortunately, what this person didn't know was that her parents died very early.

The uncle and aunt had always received the money, and she only found out about it many years later.

This person can be regarded as a rare ray of warmth in their miserable years.

This man was called He Aiguo, but they didn't recognize him this time.

Don't know each other either.

He Aiguo handed the newspaper in his hand to the little girl, with doubtful eyes and a slightly startled expression.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao burst into laughter.

This is not a popular pick-up line in later generations.

"Brother! I don't know you."

They are not supposed to know each other, so it is absolutely impossible for them to know each other.

Of course, this person is also a good person, and good people should be rewarded with good things.

At least some of the information she knows should be useful to He Aiguo.

After all, He Aiguo came to see her when she was dying.

If you receive a favor from someone, you should repay it.

This is the foundation of being a human being.
To be continued...