Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

After receiving his latest salary, he has accumulated 1200 yuan, making him a true yuan household.

The system is simply a magical existence. In less than a month after the time travel, he has accumulated thousands of yuan.

There was still a look of surprise on Fatty Han's face.

Just now on the way home, when my mother saw him take out more than 300 yuan, her nose was wrinkled with joy.

In the past, when he received his salary, his mother would only give him no more than two yuan in pocket money.

But this time, after bringing home her paycheck, she actually gave him the full thirty-seven dollars.

Fatty Han had more than 30 yuan in his pocket, feeling satisfied as if he had everything. "Brother Ye, I have so much money all at once, I don't know how to spend it." He was a little at a loss.

Ye Chuan laughed. Indeed, there was almost no entertainment in this era, and money required various tickets. It was indeed difficult to spend cash. "You don't need tickets to buy pork anyway, so just eat braised pork every day!"

"My sister always complains that I'm a spendthrift." Fatty Han licked his lips vaguely and added. "What does your brother-in-law do?" Fatty Han's face flashed a melancholy look at his brother-in-law. "My brother-in-law used to be a freight driver, earning more than 50 yuan a month.

But he and his sister had been married for less than a year when he was disabled in an accident. "

Ye Chuan listened quietly without saying a word.

Fatty Han continued, "After he became disabled, my brother-in-law could only work as a janitor, and his income dropped to just over 20 yuan. The family expenses all depended on my sister's work."

Ye Chuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He never thought that Han Lifen's family, who seemed to be generous and bold, would encounter such a predicament. "Fortunately, my sister's family only has one child, the expenses are not big, and she also works in the cooperative, so life is still acceptable."

Ye Chuan nodded. It seemed that Han Lifen’s life was not bad. The changes in the couple’s life might have some impact, but in this era, what else could one ask for!

Just then, they noticed a spirited old lady wearing glasses walking towards them.

Ye Chuan immediately realized that this was a potential business opportunity. "Young man, are you buying home appliances?" the old lady asked suspiciously. "Grandma, what are you selling?" Ye Chuan responded quickly. "Are you recycling them by your company or by a private person?" the old lady asked for details. "Grandma, we are affiliated with a state-owned material recycling company." Ye Chuan explained clearly.

Hearing the title of state-owned, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you take in all the old appliances? They broke down after being repaired several times."

"Yes, no matter if it's new or old, we'll take them all!" For Ye Chuan, old appliances are even more valuable because they can be repaired with just one energy point. "Well, please help me move them to the car, I can't move them by myself." The old lady requested.

Ye Chuan nodded happily, and after parking the car, he and Fatty Han followed the old lady.

Ye Chuan was not familiar with this area, nor did he know which residential building this was, but the overall environment was quite clean and tidy, and the corridor was also very well cleaned.

The old woman's house was on the second floor. As soon as he walked in, he was surprised by the scene in front of him.

The house is designed as a two-bedroom and one-living room. As you enter, you will enter the living room with mahogany flooring. There is a fabric sofa in the room, and behind the sofa is a whole row of shelves full of books.

What surprised Ye Chuan was not how luxurious the house was, but the fact that the decoration level of the house seemed too advanced for this era.

Obviously, this is an intellectual family.

Looking around, the house has all kinds of home appliances, including TV, radio, electric fan and even a record player. There are even a few pots of flowers at the window, showing the owner's love and style for life.

The fat man Han Zi stared at the interior decoration with his round eyes. This was a rare luxury in his life, and his eyes were almost too busy to take it all in.

Ye Chuan gave the old lady a thumbs up and said, "Auntie, you actually appreciate vinyl records. You really have an extraordinary taste."

"It's just a habit I developed in the past. It's not popular to buy vinyl records here, and the variety in the Friendship Store is limited. I've heard so many of them that my ears are numb." The old woman complained. "Auntie, I've heard of vinyl records before." Ye Chuan interrupted and said that he seemed to have seen someone selling them in the last city he stayed in, but he didn't pay attention to buying any records himself, after all, he didn't have a record player.

At first, the old woman didn't believe that he, a waste recycler, knew about records. But when she heard the word "vinyl record", she knew that he was not joking. "What are they?" the old woman asked urgently.

Ye Chuan smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He didn't know much about vinyl records. Although he had heard of them in music history class, he didn't go into them in depth. He only remembered one particular song: "It was 'Ode to the Stars', I think it was called that."

This song was played by his teacher in his college class for them to enjoy, so he still remembers it clearly.

Hearing Ye Chuan's fluent pronunciation, the old woman was stunned for a moment, looking up and down at him, wondering in her heart - the standards for scrap collection are so high now? He even knows English!

"Child, would you like to buy some records for me? You can decide the price." The old woman immediately made a request.

Ye Chuan readily agreed, "No problem, I'll deliver it to you as soon as I buy it."

The old woman went into another room. When she came out, she had a thick stack of banknotes in her hand. She handed it to Ye Chuan, "Little brother, this should be enough. If not, I will give you more next time."

Ye Chuan declined, "Auntie, I don't know if I can find it. There's no need to rush. It would be better if I buy it and then collect the money from you."

Seeing that Ye Chuan did not refuse, the old lady clenched the money again, then pointed to a corner and said, "That's the discarded TV."

Following the direction she pointed, Ye Chuan's eyes widened instantly, and he was surprised: it turned out that she was talking about an obsolete TV, and it was a Hitachi 12-inch color TV from a small country.

For most ordinary people, televisions are still a rare commodity, and other people's homes already have discarded models, which shows the difference in living standards. "Auntie, how much do you want to sell it for?" Ye Chuan said this, secretly estimating how much this old TV is worth.

The old woman waved her hand gently and said with a smile: "I'll give it to you, no need to pay for it.

It's useless, so consider it as my payment for your help in buying the record." She had no idea how valuable it was.

Ye Chuan was extremely surprised and said quickly: "No, such a precious thing cannot be given to you for free. Even if it is a reward, it is too much..."

The old lady said nonchalantly, "It might have been a treasure when it was intact, but now it's only worth a memory. Just consider it as a token of your appreciation for finding the vinyl record for me."

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Ye Chuan nodded and said that if he refused the old lady's favor, she would not feel comfortable, so he said: "Auntie, since you said so, I will gladly accept it.

I have memorized your address, and I will send it to you as soon as I find the record."

The old lady had a kind face and she smiled gently and replied, "Don't worry, it's still early."

Ye Chuan benefited a lot this time. The chubby Uncle Han helped carry the new TV downstairs and gently placed it in the trunk of the three-wheeled truck.

He never dreamed that he would get an imported color TV. It had a square shape and a walnut shell. It looked a bit mediocre from a modern perspective, but it was definitely a rare item in that era.

Although televisions were available for sale in department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives, they were sold out before they were even displayed on the counters.

A domestic nine-inch black-and-white TV alone costs a whopping 780 yuan, so you can see how outrageous the price of an imported twelve-inch color TV will be. It remains to be seen whether the reserve of more than one thousand yuan is enough.

In this generally poor family, a bicycle is considered a luxury, not to mention an imported color TV.

After the color TV was handed over, no other electrical appliances appeared. Instead, he met two old men selling some discarded paper and old books, among which was a collection of books that Ye Chuan thought was quite valuable.

At around eleven o'clock, Uncle Han drove his tricycle to the yard first.

After the TV was delivered and placed on site, the two returned to the station to prepare for their meal.

In the afternoon, they did not go out, and Ye Chuan took a nap until 2:30 before getting up.

I met Director Tang by chance in the lounge.

Ye Chuan scratched his head embarrassedly.

But he never expected that Director Tang patted his shoulder and said something that almost made him lose his balance: "Xiao Ye, you woke up very early. If you are not satisfied, go to sleep for a while."

After confirming that the other party was not making fun of him, Ye Chuan became even more embarrassed and quickly ran into the yard to help count and weigh supplies.

Such matters were usually presided over by Deputy Team Leader Tan. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when he saw Ye Chuan approaching, but Ye Chuan was extremely important to the site now, so he couldn't speak directly.

Most of the site staff are friendly and harmonious, except for Deputy Team Leader Tan who is always mean to Ye Chuan.

Knowing that conflicts are often accompanied by interests, Ye Chuan, as a newcomer, is more likely to be treated coldly.

Seeing that the other party was upset, Ye Chuan was happy to stay by Team Leader Tan's side, helping with work and registration.

Enjoying the scene of seeing the other party being dissatisfied but helpless, Ye Chuan felt an inexplicable sense of comfort in his heart.

Finally, the bell for the end of get off work arrived at almost five o'clock, and Team Leader Tan was ready to go home angrily.

Ye Chuan simply left: "Team Leader Tan, wait for me to pack up these things before leaving." He was talking about the things on the ground - equipment that looked like debris left by a typhoon.

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "I'm just helping you!" Hey, I've been enduring the other party's cold attitude the whole afternoon, how can I be in the mood to help you now?

When leaving the site, Ye Chuan left with a sense of satisfaction as he looked at Deputy Team Leader Tan's angry expression.

In fact, Team Leader Tan is only a deputy team leader in name only and has no real power.

His subordinates sometimes addressed him respectfully out of courtesy, but when they ignored him, it meant nothing.

Ye Chuan's performance obviously caught the eye of Director Tang. Now he has become a favorite in the hands of the leader, leaving Team Leader Tan helpless and feeling resentful.

It takes less than ten minutes to walk from the site to Hongxing Primary School.

When Ye Chuan arrived at the gate, it was five o'clock in the evening, just in time for the students to get out of class.

The students swarmed out as if they had broken free from their reins. The girls were a little more reserved and came out in groups, chatting and laughing.

In comparison, the boys were more naughty, running wildly outside the school gate.

A few students left with dark green shoulder backpacks, but most of them left the school empty-handed.

More than ten minutes later, the students slowly dispersed. To Ye Chuan's surprise, there were no parents picking up their children outside the campus.

In modern society, ten minutes before children leave school, there will already be crowds of people outside the school gate.

After waiting for a while, the teachers came out from the campus. Among them, Ye Chuan immediately recognized Tong Yao, and saw her laughing and chatting with Ran Qiuye, their long braids swaying gently.

When seeing Ye Chuan, Ran Qiuye was slightly stunned, and then cast a thoughtful look at Tong Yao beside her. "Yaoyao, no wonder you were uneasy before, it turns out you have a crush on someone!" Ran Qiuye smiled playfully, causing Tong Yao's cheeks to turn red.

Ye Chuan walked forward without restraint, smiled and greeted, "Hello, both of you." Although the two teachers were in a new world, they were not opposed to such an early greeting. "Your talented teacher Xiao Tong, now you have her in your hands." Ran Qiuye said half-jokingly.

The shy Tong Yao quickly explained: "Qiuye, what are you talking about?" Obviously, she was still a little embarrassed about this teasing. "Why, you are embarrassed? I have to go to the cooperative to deal with things. You two can continue to enjoy your time together. I won't disturb your tryst." Ran Qiuye said and waved goodbye. Ye Chuan also smiled and nodded goodbye. "How about taking a walk together?" Ye Chuan approached Tong Yao and smiled suggestively.

Tong Yao nodded slightly to show her agreement.

Qianmen is a prosperous place with many time-honored shops scattered around, but these are all public-private partnerships.

This was also the first time Ye Chuan stepped into Qianmen since he traveled to this era. He had visited Qianmen many times in later lives, but at that time Qianmen had a strong commercial atmosphere. In comparison, he thought Dashilan had a more lively atmosphere.

As the two chatted, Ye Chuan was always able to bring up light-hearted topics with his experiences in later lives, making Tong Yao happy.

In order to avoid being abrupt, he chose to avoid content that might cause embarrassment. "In this era, men are labeled as honest, and I hope I won't be seen as a frivolous playboy."

"I heard you talking about poetry last time. Do you like reading?" Tong Yao asked curiously. "I like it very much. I have a collection of more than a thousand books. The whole room is like a small library." Ye Chuan answered casually.

Tong Yao smiled in response, but was a little skeptical. Although the books were not expensive, he was just a scrap recycler, so where would he get the extra money to buy these?

However, she didn't want to expose him, so she just said, "Really? I want to see your collection of books when I have a chance."

"Of course, you are welcome to come and enjoy it at any time." Ye Chuan agreed generously.