Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao rolled it up, put it away, and went back to the house, "Grandma, since it's prepared for me, I'll keep it.

These paintings are beautiful, I like them very much. If you come across them again in the future, you must find a way to buy them back no matter how much they cost. "

The old lady didn't expect that her granddaughter didn't mind that the paintings were dirty or torn, and she liked them very much. She was very happy.

"It didn't cost much. These dozen paintings weigh less than three pounds, and I only spent 80 cents.

If you want it, I will buy it for you next time. I tell you, I don’t know what happened some time ago, many capitalist university teachers made mistakes and were demoted.

These people don't have much else but a lot of books and paintings. They don't choose the good ones to buy, but send them to paper mills to make pulp. To be honest, it's a bit of a waste.

There will be two more trucks arriving tomorrow. If you have nothing to do, go and pick them yourself tomorrow. Some of the books have pictures of flowers and plants on them, like medical books. They are quite heavy, but I don't understand them, so I didn't buy any.

Go check it out for yourself, is there anything useful in it? It's only the price of a scrap of paper, much cheaper than going to a bookstore!"

Han Zhaozhao brought the painting into the space at night and sang "Tentative" excitedly while boiling brown sugar.

I don't need a lot, just one or two authentic works. After thirty or forty years, they can be passed down as heirlooms.

After cooking only one pot of brown sugar, Han Zhaozhao went back to sleep on the kang. She had to get enough rest before going to the treasure hunting station with her grandmother tomorrow.

After breakfast in the morning, Han Zhaozhao took two torn sacks and followed the old lady to the scrap collection station.

Old Wang has put on his sleeves and started working.

Han Zhaozhao took a look and was shocked. What a mess! The ground was piled up like a small mountain.

Torn and rummaged books, calligraphy and paintings, smashed furniture, lamps, pots and pans were all piled up in the middle of the yard. It could be seen that there were six or seven piles of debris, which should have come from different families.

"Hey, Zhao Zhao, why are you here?"

"Grandpa Wang, I heard a lot of waste was shipped here. I'll come and help my grandma with the work."

"Hey, good kid! Don't worry, it's okay if you don't come. I know your breasts and legs are just fine, so I won't let her do any heavy work."

"Thank you! Grandpa Wang, let's carry it together!"

Seeing Old Man Wang rummaging through a bookshelf, she tactfully stepped forward to help.

"Don't move. These pieces of furniture are heavy. You can't lift them. Go and help sort out the waste paper!"

"I'm so proud! Grandpa Wang, some of these furniture are in good condition, why are you selling them as scrap?"

"Hey! It was confiscated from the house! Those young people who were confiscating the house didn't know anything. They just smashed and destroyed things when they got angry, regardless of whether they were useful or not. After they were done, they just brought all the things here in a truck. It was such a waste.

If you protect some of the good stuff well and get a certificate, you can definitely take it to the consignment store!

Look at that pile of crystal chandeliers, all smashed to pieces. Before liberation, they were all imported from foreign countries, costing hundreds or thousands of dollars each.

You see, people made mistakes, but the things didn't! Wouldn't it be better to just dismantle them properly, send them to the consignment store, and sell them to the foreign affairs department?

A while ago, I heard that a consulate spent a lot of money to import from a foreign country, but the money was paid, but the goods were not received and it took several months to wait!

If we clean it and sell it to these idiots, can't we earn some foreign exchange for the country? They are all losers!"

Han Zhaozhao couldn't help laughing. Old man Wang was quite good at living.

"Grandpa Wang, you shouldn't say that. I heard that many people who were confiscated and sent down to the countryside were punished for saying things they shouldn't have said."

"I'm not afraid! My family has been poor peasants for eight generations, and the only thing we have is an iron pot that is worth money, and we even handed it over to make steel.

I am just a rag collector. I don't block other people's way and I don't have any enemies. Who would be crazy enough to cause trouble to me?"

It's true that a bystander sees more clearly!

Ordinary people at the bottom of society also have their own wisdom in life.

Han Zhaozhao spent more than ten yuan working at the scrap collection station for three days in a row.

He carried home a sack of calligraphy and paintings, two sacks of ancient books, and a basket of various colorful bowls, plates, and bottles.

In addition, she also dismantled several sets of old furniture on the spot, bought them at the price of firewood and carried them home.

They are all made of red wood. When the environment improves, they can be assembled into fine furniture. These things are now chopped firewood and can be left in the warehouse for ten or twenty years without breaking, and there is no need to worry about inspection.

There are now more than three cubic meters of good wood accumulated in the warehouse. Han Zhaozhao plans to carry the wood he got last year into the basement at night. Don't ask, the answer is that he will use it for firewood.

I was so busy that I didn't feel like I was doing anything. In the blink of an eye, school started again. Last year, Han Zhaozhao took first place in the class in both midterm and final exams, and remained in the top three in the grade.

The teacher was very satisfied and did not make things difficult for her in the new semester. He paid her tuition and book fees, gave her new books, and then let her go home.

Han Zhaozhao has already applied to the school. She will take the final exam together with the second grade test paper. If she passes, she can skip to the third grade. Then she will be in the same class as Xiao Sanzi, and there will be someone to help her with her homework. Perfect!

The first grade knowledge is very simple. She mastered the old version of pinyin last semester, and the rest of the knowledge in the textbook is too easy for her.

I spent two days going over it once, and then reciting the required parts a few more times, waiting to receive the notice to go to school to take the exam.

The old lady also started to get busy, preparing things for her granddaughter to take out, and contacted Qian Zhonghao in advance to discuss the travel date.

The reason why he felt at ease letting his granddaughter go back to Northeast China alone was because of Qian Zhonghao's relationship.

Qian Zhonghao was a conductor who worked on the Northeast Line. The old lady felt more at ease leaving the child to him than leaving it to him herself.

In the chilly spring weather, Han Zhaozhao was wrapped up like a little bear and was led by Qian Zhonghao onto a green train to the Northeast.

"Besides, what's more..." Accompanied by the rhythmic sound of the train's running, Han Zhaozhao drooled as he slept comfortably in the berth in the conductor's exclusive rest room.

When she was hungry, Qian Erge would help her get food; when she was thirsty, Qian Erge would help her get water.

On the green train, everyone was talking and laughing, arguing and making noises. Some were playing cards, some were chatting with strangers, some were reading newspapers, some were smoking at the junction of the carriages, some were eating and drinking at the seats, and some were reading books and enjoying the scenery...

Han Zhaozhao would lean on the window to look out from time to time. As the train passed by, small villages appeared from time to time along the railway.

There are mostly loess houses and thatched houses, with the occasional house with tiled roofs.

The wilderness was a patch of yellow earth everywhere, with few trees, mostly wooden stakes. Oh! These must be trees that were cut down during the Great Steelmaking Movement! What a sin! There should have been a forest of trees, but it suddenly became like this.

Accompanied by the clanging of trains stopping along the road, people getting on and off, the hawking of various vendors, bags of all sizes crowded in the carriages, the whistles of trains, and the sound of steam, it is so lively.

What surprised Han Zhaozhao even more was that the trains at that time were surprisingly humane and allowed passengers to bring living things on board.

When going to the toilet, Han Zhaozhao saw many fellow villagers putting chickens, ducks and geese into cloth bags or baskets and taking them onto the train and placing them at their feet.

To go to the toilet, she had to go through many obstacles. Fortunately, her rich second brother arranged her in the conductor's rest compartment.