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Chapter 49 Picking up trash

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    Every time Chenyao, who grew up many years later, tried to remember her childhood, the first, clearest, and most unforgettable thing was the incident of being cheated by her grandma and aunt and then severely beaten by her mother that year.  She has no memory of it before, and since then, the memories have gradually connected in her mind.  And all the threads connecting that memory are poverty.  She didn't even know what the word poverty meant then, but what she knew was saving money to get by.  First of all, they have no money, no money to buy new clothes, no money to eat delicious food, no money to buy nice schoolbags, no money to buy meat.  My mother said that my father is working hard to make money, but the family has debts, which are debts owed by fines from the government, and their family has many children, and there are too many places to spend money.  The old year goes, the new year comes.  They still struggle with the relentless life day in and day out.  Although it is difficult, each of them is full of hope when they become a family together.  The whole family is trying to figure out how to make money, save money, and save money.  Including, the youngest Chen Yao.

    On the way home from school, Chen Yao saw an old man who collects rags. A family in the village was selling some rags from home, plastic bottles, small iron wires and some broken pieces of iron, horseshoes, broken keys, and broken spoons.

    "Plastic bottles are ten cents each, iron ones are one yuan per catty, and glass slag is five cents per catty." The uncle who collects rags is carefully explaining the prices of all kinds of rags to the family, while holding  Weighing has begun in earnest.  The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.  Chen Yao didn't expect that the broken things are so valuable now, not to mention other things, even glass shards can be sold for five cents a catty, but those are things that can be seen everywhere on the ground, especially in the garbage dump at the entrance of the village.  The cans and glass are all thrown away in piles and no one wants them. They can be more than a dozen catties. If you are lucky and pick up some plastic bottles, you can sell them for one or two dollars.  I bought several homework books for myself.  The more Chen Yao thought about it, the more excited she became, and she ran home quickly.

    "Mom, I'm going to pick up trash tomorrow."

    When Yang Yi heard what the little girl said, she couldn't help being surprised.

    "Why do you want to pick up trash all of a sudden?" After all, picking up trash is not a decent job. It is hard enough for her to do all kinds of work for herself at home, but at least she doesn't have to show her face.  When children go to pick up trash and meet some ignorant children, they will be laughed at by others.

    "I went home just now and saw that the opposite side was selling broken pieces. Even glass shards can be sold for five cents a catty. I looked at the garbage dump at the head of the village. There are a lot of them there. If I'm lucky, I can pick up some iron wire and so on.  It's right." Chen Yao excitedly imagined the money she was about to see, and didn't think about what her mother was thinking at all.

    "But." Yang Yi was a little dull. Her consistent thinking was that as long as it was something the child wanted to do, it was not illegal, and it did not harm the interests of others.  The life she wants, what she chooses to decide on her life, is what it should be like.  However, she is still young for this kind of thing, and she just wants to help the family reduce difficulties. One day in the future, when she grows up, will she hate herself when she thinks that she has done these things and even been laughed at by others?

    "Fourth, Mom's ugly talk is up front. It's a tiring job, and you may have to be laughed at by others. Especially, if your classmates laugh at you, how will you go to school in the future? Besides, you are still the monitor?"  In order to make her immature daughter realize the seriousness of the problem, Yang Yi deliberately emphasized her status at school. Although the family may really lack money, she does not want to sacrifice her daughter's dignity.

    The monitor, the classmates joked.  Overwhelmed by the excitement of thinking that she could make money just now, Chen Yao obviously did not think about these complicated things.  Now, she should think about it, after all, she is a monitor, will the students laugh at her at school?  But when she thought that she could make money, she still made up her mind.

    "Mom, it's okay. I will choose a good time and try not to let my classmates see it." Although Chen Yao is still trying her best, her heart has already been shaken.

    "Well, since you want to go, then you can go. You can just keep the flowers for yourself after you sell the money. We didn't give you pocket money, and your parents won't ask for your hard-earned money.  "Yang Yi instructed Chen Yao so solemnly and seriously.

    "Really? Can I keep my money and spend it?"

    "Well, I won't take whatever you sell, just keep it for yourself." Chen Yao flew up happily, and the wavering just now had already turned into firmness under such a promise.

    She is no stranger to picking up things, especially after the second sister's last training.  Noon, noon is the best choice.  Everyone will take a nap at noon, even if there are a few children who have escaped from the house, they are just playing with cats in a shady place.Come on, no one would go to a place like a garbage dump.

    She brought a tattered and dirty urea bag. The bag had been used by the family for many years, and it was even used to store corn in the autumn harvest.  During the autumn harvest in the past two years, Chen Yao always saw this bag, because the yellow patch on it was mended by her mother herself, which was too obvious.  It is already dilapidated, and it is estimated that my mother may not use it this year, so she secretly used it to make her own tool.

    The noon sun is still hot, she is afraid of the heat, but now the tattered eyes have begun to take on the appearance of money in her eyes.  Heat, how can stop making money?  Sure enough, as she expected, there were so many glass slags in the garbage dump, including large pieces of broken glass, broken cans, beer bottles, and bottles of the pesticide dimethoate.  No matter what it is, in Chen Yao's eyes, it has been exchanged for five cents a catty, and they will all become pocket money in their own pockets.  Occasionally there are a few mineral water bottles, and some small iron wires and iron pieces.  She didn't even have time to classify these garbage here, and stuffed them into her baby bag one by one.  After a while, the bag was already half small. She picked it up, and it was a little heavy. Well, it's heavy, it proves that they have enough weight and can be exchanged for more money.  She looked around, almost turned upside down by herself, at this moment she also felt the heat again, thinking about the time passed, people were about to wake up and go to work in the fields.  Sometimes she dragged it with both hands, sometimes with one hand, sometimes put it on her back, or kicked forward with her feet, just like this, she worked hard all the way, lifting the weight that was beyond her ability, the half bag  The garbage that was about to become money was dragged home.

    ?Because there is homework to do, and the family has to help share the housework, she only has time to pick up junk at noon on Saturday and Sunday.  After picking it up twice, she met the young man who came to collect the trash.  She took out all the fruits of her labor, and sold the glass slag for a full 60 cents. Although the colored bottles of dimethoate were not accepted, what made Chen Yao happy was that the broken beer bottle sold for 20 cents  Money, this is an unexpected gain, if you can pick up some more, then you can make a lot of money.  But the young man who collected the rags told her that most people would not throw away beer bottles, and it must be good luck for her to pick them up this time.  The plastic bottles are no longer the one dime they said last time. The young man told her that he set her price based on the price charged by him above. Last time he only caught up with the price of ten cents a time.  Even so, Chen Yao was eager to sell all the bottles in her hand. When weighing all the bottles together, under the weight of the weight, the beam still tilted downward.  Yes, fortunately, the young man was kind. Seeing that she was a little girl, he counted half a catty for her and gave her fifty cents.  Because there were too few iron things, the young man promised her that next time when she saved more, he would definitely collect them together.

    "Then will the money be less next time?" Chen Yao asked worriedly. With the lessons learned from plastic bottles, she has to seize the best time to sell things. Every penny more she sells will give her an extra penny.  Money pocket money.

    "You little girl is really smart. Now the price of iron is one yuan and five catties. I promise you, unless it grows taller, I will pay you the high price. If it falls, I will pay you one yuan and five pounds." The young man  While packing his things, Ren made a promise to Chen Yao, he likes her intelligence.

    "How do I know you didn't lie to me."

    "Look at you little girl, you just need to ask back. I often come to your village, so you can just ask around."

    Chen Yao thought it was right, she often saw him come to the village to collect trash, and everyone was willing to sell it to her just because he was kind.  And today he also told himself a lot of important things, such as beer bottles are very valuable, colored glass shards cannot be picked up, etc., especially his plastic bottle, which is less than half a catty, he even counted half a catty for himself.  He will not be a liar, Chen Yao decides to trust him for the time being.

    After the young man left, Chen Yao took the money in her hand, which was a full one yuan and thirty cents, and it would be her own property. Her mother said that she would not take her own money, and it would be at her own disposal.  Taking the heavy one yuan and thirty cents, she carefully opened the door of the old wall clock and carefully hid them inside. Looking at the closed door, she smiled happily.  That was the first money that belonged to her in her life, and it would become her own small treasury, and she would gradually earn more and more money.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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