Reborn 99 Days Later, Becoming a Landlady and Getting into Tsinghua and Peking Universities

Liang Yili's clear and bright eyes flickered slightly: "It is quite strange."

"Should we remind Yuan Xiangqiao?"

Liang Yili thought for a moment: "She is now focused on going out to work."

Talking to her like that probably won't do any good.

Perhaps, this will only fuel her rebellious spirit.

Unless... that matter is leaked beforehand.

Liang Yili mentally calculated the time, a shadow of gloom flashing across her eyes as she made her decision.

He turned to comfort Liang Ruotao: "Don't her parents also find it strange? They'll probably try to stop her, right?"

If even her parents can't stop her, there's no way we can persuade her.

Liang Ruotao thought about it and agreed.

As they spoke, the two had unknowingly walked to the vicinity of the oxcart.

Looking up, Hua Yuansheng was sweating profusely as he dealt with women who came to buy things.

Liang Ruotao immediately forgot about the matter and quickly grabbed the jars to help.

Busy until around 2 PM, after seeing off another group of guests, Liang Yili looked at Liang Ruotao, whose face was flushed red from the sun, and turned to Hua Yuansheng, saying:

"Grandpa, shall we go back?"

Hua Yuansheng hesitated: "Isn't it too early? Should we wait a bit longer? What if someone comes and finds we're not here..."

We need to be at the three-way intersection at 4:30.

Traveling, cooking lobster, and eating all take time.

"If we don't go back soon, the workers might not be able to get off work in time," Liang Yili advised.

Liang Ruotao thought for a moment, then rummaged through the oxcart and found two pairs of socks:

“We really should go back. But if the people who come later can’t find us, it might affect our business tomorrow.”

Then, she took the socks and found the nearest farmhouse.

Unexpectedly, the person who came out was the first woman to buy their things—the mother of the village chief of Aojiaping Village.

"Grandma, we live far away and we have things to do at home, so we have to go back."

As she spoke, she handed over the socks in her hand: "Could you do me a favor?"

The old woman glanced longingly at the socks in her hand, clenched them tightly, and instead of agreeing immediately, said:

"What do you want to say first?"

"It's nothing serious. If anyone comes to buy something later, and you see them, please call out to them from a distance so they can come back tomorrow!"

After Liang Ruotao finished speaking, she said, seemingly casually:

"We don't have much left in our car. If we come back tomorrow, we'll probably have nothing left."

The old woman tightened her grip on the socks and hurriedly said:

"That's it? They're not coming the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes! This is the last bit of stock in the factory; once it's sold out, it's gone. Thank you so much, ma'am!"

As soon as Liang Ruotao left, the old woman looked down at the socks in her hand, then turned and hurried back into the house.

The sun continued to shine mercilessly on every inch of land, making even the old oxen wilt.

But the passion in their hearts made the three of them feel no fatigue, but rather full of energy.

After resting for a while at home, Liang Yili rode her bicycle out.

Liang Ruotao watched Liang Yili's departing figure, then glanced at the sun overhead and frowned.

Liang Yili didn't go anywhere else, but went straight to the scrap yard.

The scrap yard is located on the roadside leading from the county town to the city center.

From a distance, the entire scrap yard looked as if it were surrounded by a wasteland.

The road was overgrown with weeds, and only a path was cleared in front of it.

Liang Yili got out of the car and looked at the grass around her that was almost taller than her, and suddenly felt a little scared.

With so much grass, what if a snake suddenly jumps out?

Under the scorching sun, Liang Yili, whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat, suddenly shivered.

She shook her head violently, trying to shake the terrifying thoughts out of her mind.

A mud wall was built around the scrap yard. Walking along the only path, a row of mud houses that looked like warehouses came into view.

Liang Yili did not rush in rashly, but carefully picked up a stone from the ground and held it in her hand.

Listen carefully to everything around you, keep your legs taut, and be ready to run at any moment.

There's no way around it; besides being afraid of snakes, she's also afraid of dogs!

To be precise, she was afraid of all animals.

I don't know if it's because I'm naturally incompatible with animals or what.

She has never been liked by animals since she was a child.

She was out playing with a group of children, but the bees they encountered on the way didn't sting anyone else; they just chased after her.

Once the bees dispersed, her mouth turned into sausage lips, making it difficult even to drink water.

There was also a rooster that jumped up and pecked at her, and a big yellow dog that chased her for half the village...

Just thinking about Liang Yili makes me feel heartbroken.

As a result, whenever she walks alone on the street and encounters small animals, whether they are cats or dogs, she will give them a detour.

That's right, she made way for the small animals.

I have no other hope but that the other party will leave as soon as possible.

Just as Liang Yili was cautiously checking the vicinity for any animals, a middle-aged man with a square face emerged from the middle room of the warehouse.

Seeing Liang Yili's furtive appearance, he straightened his face and asked, "What are you doing?"

Liang Yili's eyes lit up instantly: "Boss? Are you the owner of the scrap yard?"

"Yes, that's me!"

Liang Yili was overjoyed and wanted to step forward immediately, but then cautiously asked, "You don't have any dogs here, do you?"

The boss was taken aback, and then, considering Liang Yili's earlier demeanor, he chuckled and said, "No, no!"

Liang Yili finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now my back is straight and my legs are relaxed, and I feel much more energetic.

He strode up to the shop owner, looked up, and asked, "Boss, do you still buy scrap metal here? What's the price for scrap metal?"

Liang Yili had never sold recyclables before; she only knew that plastic bottles could be sold for money, and knew nothing else.

Suddenly arriving at the scrap yard, surrounded by mountains of all kinds of scrap, I was a bit at a loss.

The owner of the scrap yard was quite kind. Seeing that Liang Yili was empty-handed and still a child, he didn't try to fob her off.

He replied earnestly, "Yes, I received it."

As he spoke, he turned and went inside to retrieve a board covered with prices, which he then handed to Liang Yili.

"These are the main types of scrap we've been collecting recently, and the prices are listed above. Take a look."

Liang Yili quickly took out her notebook and copied down what was on it.

You can collect recyclables, but knowing the price alone is useless.

I remember reading a news article when I was a ghost. It said that there were many hidden dangers in the scrap metal business, and one could easily lose everything if you weren't careful.

With a fawning smile, Liang Yili asked, "Boss, how can I tell if the aluminum wire is genuine?"

"The price of waste cardboard and waste paper is different?"

"Does the price of paper change frequently?"

The owner of the scrap yard happened to have nothing to do, and considering the recent rather bleak market conditions, he didn't try to hide anything.

Not only did they teach Liang Yili how to distinguish between real and fake scrap metal.

They even proactively mentioned some pitfalls that can be encountered when collecting recyclables.

Liang Yili's expression grew increasingly serious as she scribbled notes in her notebook.

Adults love children who study diligently, and the owner of the recycling station is no exception.

Seeing that Liang Yili not only listened attentively but also took notes and even asked questions from time to time.

The owner of the scrap yard got more and more excited as he spoke, and inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment, like a teacher.

Liang Yili wrote down the last note, put away the notebook, and thanked the boss earnestly.

"Thank you. If I have any scrap later, I'll send it to you."

"No problem! If anything happens, come over anytime."

Watching Liang Yili's departing figure, the scrap yard owner smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction, humming a little tune as he went back into his house.