Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Early the next morning, Lin Ran got up early.

I greeted my family, ate something casually, wrapped myself in a cotton-padded jacket with a few holes in it, grabbed the scarf my mother knitted for me the year before last, and was ready to go out.

Just as I was about to go out, I found my sister sweeping the floor in the yard. She was also wearing a thin and torn cotton jacket. Her nose was red from the cold. From time to time, she could only breathe and rub her hands to keep out the cold.

Seeing his sister's sensible appearance, Lin Ran couldn't help but feel sad.

He quietly walked up to his sister, wrapped the scarf around her neck, and walked out the door with a smile before her sister could push it away.

Seeing Lin Ran walking away humming a song, Lin Wanjun came back to her senses and touched the scarf on her shoulder, feeling a warm current flowing in her heart.

The Spring Festival has just passed and winter in the north is no joke.

The cold wind blew against his face, and there were bursts of whistling and whimpering. Lin Ran, who was wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, couldn't help but rub his red nose, shivering a little from the cold.

But despite this, when I think of my mother and sister at home, my father who is still lying in the hospital, and the infinite longing and hope of a new life, I feel very motivated!

In addition to the 600 yuan and rice and meat expenses that I gave to my mother yesterday, I still have dozens of yuan of start-up capital left.

"Although this money is not small, if you really want to use it to work in the industry, it is really not enough."

Lin Ran shook his head helplessly, and the cold air sobered him up a lot.

At this moment in the capital, a sizable antique street has been formed in the Liulichang area, but that place is just for fooling the laymen who dream of getting rich overnight.

Which of the really good things will end up living on the streets?

Even if there are a few authentic products from time to time, most of them are worthless gadgets. It is obviously unwise to gamble with a profit of dozens of yuan for an item and risk hundreds of yuan.

But if he really wants to compete with the experts, his capital will become a joke again.

After thinking about it, the only way out for me now is two words: free prostitution!

Take the initiative, search deeply, pick up leaks at low prices, and sell at high prices!

I don’t believe it myself. With this good skill, I couldn’t find anything good in the villages and towns of Beijing in the 80s!

But what kind of identity should I use to visit villages and houses without being suspected and alert?

Just when Lin Ran was hesitating, a shout suddenly came from his ears.

"Collect the rags! Sell the scraps of paper and metal!"

"Bring the old sofas, old radios, and old books for sale!"

“After all the sales, celebrate the Chinese New Year!”

Looking around, I saw an old man staring at the tricycle and shouting along the street at the top of his lungs. There were already many kinds of rags in the pockets of the tricycle.

"Collect junk?"

In an instant, three words burst out in Lin Ran's mind like thunder on the ground, and a sense of enlightenment and leisure arose spontaneously.

If I rashly come to collect old items, I will either be chased away as a scammer, or I will encounter a shrewd person who offers a high price.

But it would be much easier if I dressed up as a rag collector!

On weekdays, I walk around the streets and come into contact with many people, so it is not easy for people to suspect me.

As a former National Museum expert, Lin Ran has absolute confidence in the number of historical relics left in folk villages!

Most of these old objects are used as scrap metal in the village and have been gathering dust for a long time.

Rather than taking advantage of those "traitors", it would be better for me to get there first. At least I can ensure that my Chinese treasures will not be left overseas!

Thinking of this, Lin Ran no longer hesitated. He recalled that there was an old man at the east entrance of the village who used to collect rags. He went to him to buy things. That was right!

Relying on his memory, he walked around the alley in the cold wind. More than half an hour later, Lin Ran finally saw what he had been longing for at the door of a courtyard.

A rusty old-fashioned "Chunfeng" brand tricycle!

"Uncle, are you there?"

Siheyuan in this era was usually occupied by more than one family.

Because of this, the outermost door is usually open.

After hearing Lin Ran's voice, not long after, an octogenarian man on crutches slowly walked out of the room.

"Young man, who are you looking for?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, with his gray hair and the shirt that didn't fit him at all, and his age of 75 or [-], Lin Ran couldn't help but feel his heart tremble, as if he was recalling something.

This uncle's surname is Xu, and he is an old man left behind.

He was childless all his life and adopted a little boy in his early years.

But the adopted son had never learned well since he was a child. He was idle all day long, which made the old man and lady very angry.

He committed a crime seven years ago and has not been released yet.

Because of this incident, the old lady who was already in poor health passed away, leaving the old man alone and could only take care of himself.

As far as I know, when old man Xu passed away, his adopted son was not willing to come over to fulfill his filial piety. He was an enthusiastic neighbor in the village who helped arrange the funeral arrangements.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

Looking at the rickety figure, Lin Ran couldn't help but sympathize.

"Uncle, I belong to Lin Zhijun's house in the alley next door. I want to ask you, do you sell the tricycle you have outside?"

Upon hearing this, Old Man Xu recalled a few things about Lin Ran's father before he seemed to remember him.

"It turns out they are from Xiaojun's family. They have grown so big!"

Looking at Lin Ran, a hint of loneliness flashed in the corner of the old man's eyes.

Maybe he was thinking of his disobedient adopted son, or maybe he was thinking of his deceased wife.

"You're a young man, what do you want with that thing?"

Afraid that his ears would not work properly, the uncle took two steps forward.

"Uncle, my dad injured his leg and is still in the hospital. I was thinking about whether I could earn some money by collecting junk to supplement the family income and relieve my mother's burden."

"You think if it's convenient, how about I pay some money?"

Lin Ran's words obviously touched old man Xu a lot.

The figure on crutches can't help but stoop a bit, like a candle in front of the wind and a lamp in the rain, which makes people sigh.

"Help your parents, your parents are so lucky!"

Old man Xu muttered a few words to himself.

"If you want this car, just ride it away. When I was young, old man, I relied on this old man to support my family!"

"But the brake on the right is a little rusty, and the bell doesn't ring anymore. You have to be careful when riding!"

After hearing what Old Man Xu said, Lin Ran waved his hand hurriedly.

"Uncle, I can't get this car from you for nothing. There are rules for everything."

"It's not easy for you either. Otherwise, this car only costs three yuan. Do you like it?"

Unexpectedly, the more Lin Ran asked for money, the stubborn old man would become impatient.

"Go, go, go! What kind of money does a kid have?"

"If you want me, ride back. If you don't want me, get out of here. Stop bothering me!"

As he said that, he also picked up the crutch and poked it forward, pretending to drive people away.

The two exchanged some words of evasion before Lin Ran scratched his head in embarrassment.

He knew in his heart that Uncle Xu was sympathizing with him, so he was willing to send the car directly.

I obviously had a bad life, but I couldn't bear to see the suffering in this world.

There is nothing better than the pure love of the people!