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The next morning, Song Fengchen went out to borrow an ox cart from the production brigade.
The Chen family is busy with matters related to the water mat.
The promotion of the boss of the Chen family is of great significance. To put it mildly, when he was the captain of the production brigade, although he could receive a subsidy of more than ten yuan from the state every month, he was still a farmer in essence, not a state administrator. But it's different to become the deputy secretary of the commune. It can be regarded as eating the imperial food in a serious way. If you do well, you will naturally have opportunities to climb up.
As we grow older, the boss of the Chen family became the deputy secretary of the commune, but he can be regarded as a powerful figure in the eight villages nearby. If you want to do something, at least you can find another way.
Everyone is willing to do the icing on the cake, no, just after dawn, the Chen family is buzzing with congratulations, help people come and go.
That's how Song Fengchen was woken up.
Before Song Fengchen had to do things, he entrusted the Chen family to help, but now they were too busy to touch the ground, so Song Fengchen didn't bother.
Entering the thatched hut where the production team is located, the person in charge of the ox cart is the accountant of the production team, surnamed Hu, in his sixties, with a goatee.
"Borrowing an ox cart? You?" He had a hesitant look on his face, and it was written clearly that he was worried that Song Fengchen would sell the ox after borrowing the ox cart. The Chen family hid it well, so the villagers of Yuexi Village still had an impression of Song Fengchen half a month ago, after all, the bad deeds of his predecessor were still there.
"Yes." Song Fengchen took out forty cents and handed it to him.
Accountant Hu didn't answer, but instead asked: "What are you doing with the ox cart?"
Song Fengchen replied: "Go to the county town to buy something."
Accountant Hu rolled his eyes: "The ox cart is gone, and they have all been borrowed."
Song Fengchen frowned slightly. This was the first time he had dealt with villagers in Yuexi Village other than the Chen family, but the result was obviously not satisfactory.
At this time, a middle-aged man shouted outside the door: "Accountant Hu, I have fed the cows, I will go to the Chen family to congratulate you first."
Accountant Hu's face turned blue and white, so lively.
Song Fengchen looked at him expressionlessly.
Accountant Hu blew his beard and stared: "Wait."
Song Fengchen, who had rolled his eyes, once again realized what it means to have someone in the court who is easy to handle. If there is help from the Chen family
Thinking of this, Song Fengchen shook his head, it's not good to bother people all the time.
After stamping his fingerprints on the registration book, he set up the car, following the memory of the last time, Song Fengchen went straight to the county seat.
Under the enthusiastic guidance of passers-by, Song Fengchen finally found a waste collection station.
"Comrade Song, you are here." Wang Jianshe opened the door and let the ox cart in.
After getting off the bullock cart, Song Fengchen entered the warehouse of the purchasing station under the leadership of Wang Jianshe.
A musty smell wafted through the nostrils, Nuo Da's warehouse was full of things, broken tables and chairs, old books and tiles
Song Fengchen covered his mouth and nose, only saw Wang Jianshe push out two broken wooden boxes, and said: "Comrade Song, before you came, I probably searched in the warehouse, almost everything you want is here."
Song Fengchen walked up, bent down, and flipped through it casually. The scene was disappointing.
Not to mention those mahogany swords, the swords are full of moth-eaten marks. A small stack of so-called secret books are also fake, and there are some Taoist robes, banners, chaohu and other magical instruments, although they look intact, they have long lost their spirituality.
The only thing that can give Song Fengchen a little comfort is probably the large stack of yellow paper and two small boxes of cinnabar in the corner of the box.
"That's all." Song Fengchen said, there must be some disappointment. But thinking about it again, it's a great fortune to be able to produce a high-grade magic weapon from such a waste collection station in such a small county, he is greedy.
Seeing that there were only two things in Song Fengchen's hand, Wang Jianshe thought about it with his butt and knew that other things must be of no use to Song Fengchen. Thinking that the other party ran over excitedly, but didn't get anything good, Wang Jianshe felt very embarrassed.
He scratched his hair and tried to remedy it: "How about, Comrade Song, you can look through it again. There are so many things here, maybe you can find one or two things you need."
This is the truth. Let¡¯s just say that Wang Jianshe himself has never broken furniture at home since he entered the waste collection station.The ones selected from the shopping malls are taken home, and basically they can be used after repairing, which means that they can be cheap - the waste collection station not only collects things, but also sells them outside. For example, large pieces of wooden furniture cost two cents a catty, while other things cost three cents a catty regardless of type.
Hearing this, Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the pile of old books in the corner of the wall, and he almost subconsciously thought of Xu Shujian, "Okay."
As he spoke, he walked to the pile of old books, searched for a while, and picked out a few novels that were about 60% to 70% new.
Just when Song Fengchen stood up straight with the book in his arms, his eyes suddenly touched the broken charcoal the size of a palm at his feet, and he stretched out his hand to pick up the charcoal as if he was blessed with a heart.
The first feeling when you start it is that it is heavy, which is heavier than an iron block of the same size.
Put it in front of your eyes and take a closer look, but you can still see the texture of the wood from it.
Song Fengchen muttered to himself: "What is this?"
Wang Jianshe thought that Song Fengchen was asking him, and immediately said: "You said that thing, I picked it up from the road before. At first I thought it was a piece of charcoal, but I didn't expect it to be very heavy. I wondered if it was a new type of charcoal. The ore was originally intended to be handed in, but I forgot about it after something happened to Ji Zhou's family. If Comrade Song is interested, just take it."
"Thank you very much." Song Fengchen nodded, and his intuition told him that this thing was unusual, and he planned to take it back and study it carefully.
Putting all the things into the back basket and hiding them, Wang Jianshe directly pressed Song Fengchen's hand that took out the money back, "Don't worry, Comrade Song, I worked hard for you yesterday, and I don't seem to be able to help you today. It's not something valuable, how dare I ask for your money."
It was just a matter of one or two cents, Song Fengchen thought about it, and then he really gave up.
After leaving the waste collection station, Song Fengchen went straight to the black market.
After these few days, the food at home is almost gone. Of course, most of them went into Song Fengchen's stomach. After all, after walking down the mountain road for a day, it's hard not to eat too much.
He went to Boss Zhao's shop with ease, and when he came out, there were 20 catties of rice and 20 catties of buckwheat noodles on the ox cart, and Song Fengchen's wallet was completely empty.
When we returned to Yuexi Village, it was already dark.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I ran into Accountant Hu who was walking towards me.
Seeing the intact ox cart, Accountant Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You are back."
Then his eyes fell on the two bags of grain in Niucheshan, and he almost blurted out, "Song San, are you looking for the He family again?"
He family?
Song Fengchen was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized that the He family was the one that adopted his predecessor and drove him back.
"I lost contact with the He family a long time ago." He shook his head and handed Accountant Hu a cigarette: "Accountant Hu, please make a special trip."
Accountant Hu looked at the cigarette in his hand, and at the grain on the ox cart, with a look of surprise: "Song San, where did you get the money?"
I haven't heard that someone in the village has been stolen recently!
Song Fengchen smiled, did not speak, but sighed in his heart. In my memory, Accountant Hu was a man who couldn't keep his mouth shut. As a result, he might not be able to live in peace in the days to come.
Moving the food into the house, locking the door, Song Fengchen went straight into the room.
"You're back." Xu Shujian sat up, with a light tone in her tone, probably bored by staying in the house all day.
Song Fengchen reached out to turn on the oil lamp, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"I've eaten it. The old lady of the Chen family sent it and left a copy for you. It's keeping warm in the pot." Xu Shujian said.
"Yeah." Song Fengchen put down the backpack in his hand, took out the novels and handed them to him, "I went to the waste collection station in the commune today, there are quite a lot of old books there, so I just picked a few novels at random and gave them to you Relieve boredom."
"Fiction?" A look of surprise flashed in Xu Shujian's eyes.
He took it and flipped through it one by one, his eyes fell on a yellow book, and he was slightly stunned.
"What's the matter?" Song Fengchen asked after watching him not recover for a while.
"It's okay." Xu Shujian's mood fell instantly.
"Is there any problem with this book?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.
? Xu Shujian picked up the yellow book, with a complex expression, nostalgia, and loss He said softly: "I translated this novel." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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