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Hunting for things was also popular in this era.

You can catch treasure by accident.

Meng Wantang still remembers when she was a child, she heard the old people in the village say that in that era many people went to the countryside to collect things, and they could collect some rare antiques.

Some old ladies’ sauerkraut jars are treasures.

The bowls used for eating are also treasures.

These are all missed.

Not everyone is so lucky.

More people will choose to look for things in garbage dumps. There may not be any antiques or anything like that, and even if there are, they are very few.

But the dumpsters for books and stuff are full of them.

And those books are still very cheap by the pound.

Meng Wantang rushed over there on his bicycle as if he was going to pick up money.

When we arrived at the garbage station, there was an old man guarding the door.

Meng Wantang smiled and said to the old man: "Uncle, can I go in and take a look?"

The old man held a dry cigarette in his hand and took a puff. The smell of the smoke made his throat hurt.

He glanced at Meng Wantang: "Then you have to hurry up."

"Thank you, uncle."

Meng Wantang parked the car behind the old man and kept looking around as he walked inside.

She saw a sack, picked it up and looked at it. It was clean inside. Although it is a bit old, it can still hold things.

She carried the sack and walked inside.

As expected, there were a lot of books piled not far away, and there were many illegal books inside.

If these books were found in someone's home these days, it would be a big deal.

Meng Wantang knew that the news was tight, and it had only been two years.

When the college entrance examination resumes next year, these books will become treasures.

Meng Wantang put all the so-called banned books in sacks.

She also found a lot of comic books inside. Although some of the covers were dirty, the content inside was quite complete, and there were not more than one page.

Meng Wantang was like a fish in the sea, having a great time looking for it in the mountains of books in the garbage dump.

This garbage dump is public. It would be great if it was private.

She can open a book rental shop.

You can make money every day while lying at home.

Meng Wantang felt happy just thinking about it, but now she could only choose suitable books to put in it.

As a result, after so many choices, I picked a sack.

Meng Wantang was immediately in trouble.

How to get so many books back?

Meng Wantang was worried, but there was one more person in front of him. She looked up and found that Lu Qingye had come over at some point.

"What are you doing?" Lu Qingye asked curiously.

Meng Wantang waved to him like a thief, then secretly opened the sack for him to see.

"Look at this golden house."

"..."

Meng Wantang was melancholy: "How do you think we can get back so many people?"

"I'll send these books back in my car first, and I'll pick you up later."

Lu Qingye picked up the book easily and placed it on the beam in front of him.

"You are so energetic." Meng Wantang was shocked.

Lu Qingye casually patted the dust on his clothes: "Am I strong enough? You didn't know that today."

Meng Wantang's eyes widened.

Why doesn't this person care about the situation when he talks in broad daylight?

The expression on her face was so vivid that everything she said was written on her face.

Lu Qingye said funny: "There is no one else here, are you still worried that someone lives in your golden house and he will hear you?"

Why didn't Meng Wantang realize that this man had a bit of humor before?

She smiled and pushed him, urging him to leave quickly.

"We have taken so many books from here. Ask the uncle how to sell these books. We still have to pay the uncle."

When he arrived at the door, the old man saw that the sack was filled with books, and he said this without even turning down.

"These books are all waste paper, worthless at all, and no one wants them. If you want them, it's a penny a pound."

A penny a pound for this sack costs a lot of money.

But the price of this sack of books is cheaper than the price of that set of comic books.

"Uncle, can we pick more?" Meng Wantang's eyes lit up as she paid a penny a pound a day.

She also looked at Lu Qingye eagerly.

It's just written on your face. Please help me quickly and say something.

The old man was indifferent.

"If you have the ability to take it away, you can even take away the whole mountain."

"Okay."

Meng Wantang pulled Lu Qing and Lu Qingye and ran outside.

She was so happy that she wanted to dance on the spot.

"Our house is big enough to hold a lot of books. Can you borrow a tractor and bring back some sacks, and we can put more books in it?"

Meng Wantang likes reading books the most.

There were no hobbies in this era. In the past, even if she wanted to read a book, there was no book. She could read the only anthology at home. She almost read it every time.

Later I bought a book on Chinese medicinal materials and started reading it back and forth.

Meng Wantang had long wanted to find other books to read. She only regretted that she only thought of coming to the scrapyard to look for books now.

"How many books do you plan to ask for?"

Lu Qingye's hand holding the bicycle paused, and the bicycle almost fell over.

"Buy as much as you can."

Meng Wantang's mouth is like a candy jar when asking for help.

She reached out and grabbed Lu Qingye's sleeve and shook it gently: "Brother, please help me. I promise not to pick banned books, but to pick some useful books to read."

She still wants to pick out banned books because of her feelings?

Lu Qingye's hair was short. He was not wearing a hat at the moment and his scalp could be seen. He has sharp edges and corners, deep facial features, and does not look angry or authoritative when he frowns slightly.

He glanced down at her and said in a low voice, "Don't go too far."

It wasn't that he was worried about her taking too many books.

Lu Qingye was worried that getting so many books would attract others' attention.

"Don't worry, I'm sensible. I'll tell others that I bought the broken tables and chairs."

Meng Wantang's melon seeds are particularly useful.

She pointed at the things not far from the garbage mountain and said: "Brother, did you see that there? There are a lot of broken tables and chairs, sofas and so on. I also saw a royal couch, I will buy some later. Put the clothes on it and take it back with you. That way, others won’t say anything when they see it. They will just think that we just moved here and it’s appropriate to buy some tattered furniture.”

"Then you choose a book first."

Meng Wantang wanted to cheer when she heard it. She secretly clenched her fists and shouted yes.

"Brother, when you come over, bring a few children with you. Don't let them buy books in the bookstore."

Meng Wantang felt that it was a bit excessive to not let her children buy books in the bookstore and to come here directly to pick up the books. She added: "Each of them will buy one copy of the book they selected."

"Okay, I see."

Lu Qingye said, taking down the sack again and placing it at the door.

He left on his bicycle.

Meng Wantang stood at the door, looked at the books in the sack, and hesitated whether to go in.

The old man suddenly said: "Do you still want this book? Does your partner not let you have it? I tell you that such a man is not good. How about I introduce you to a more generous one?"