"Are you from our town?" Li Manjun didn't want to find anyone from the same town. The neighbors were talkative and it was inevitable that she would be poked out.
Now she just wants to make a fortune quietly.
Liu Cheng shook his head and said no, "They are from Qingshan Town. Their village is relatively close to our town, so they go to school here."
"Are people reliable?" Liu Yan asked.
Liu Cheng didn't dare to vouch for it, but his classmate didn't talk much and seemed quite honest. His father should be reliable too.
"Then go and ask. Just say that you will help dismantle the old furniture and don't say anything else." Li Manjun warned.
Liu Cheng patted his chest and said, "Put it on me!"
Liu Yan asked: "What about the truck?"
Li Manjun was really in trouble. When he got home and finished eating, he was about to wash off the clothes he wore today and take out his pockets. When he saw the contact information left by Zhao Yong, he suddenly remembered that there was no ready-made truck driver!
Although they had only met twice, Li Manjun felt that Zhao Yong was trustworthy.
After washing and drying the clothes, Li Manjun took this piece of paper to the corner of the dining room, grabbed the landline phone and wanted to make a call. When he looked up, he saw the clock on the wall. It was almost nine o'clock. It seemed inappropriate to call him at this time.
After hesitating for a moment, he put down the phone, got up and returned to the room.
Forget it, wait until Liu Cheng gets the carpenter done.
Thinking about the fortune-making Qiangong Babu bed, Li Manjun didn't sleep well all night. She just squinted for a while in the early morning when Li Lijun dragged her up to accompany her to the toilet.
Running home from the public toilet again, Li Manjun couldn't stand it any longer. He took out two dollars and handed it to Li Lijun, "Bring back a chamber pot tomorrow. Whoever pees in the future will be responsible for pouring it!"
Li Lijun was startled by the eldest sister's irritable look and nodded hastily, "I understand."
Li Manjun then rubbed his swollen temples and continued to seize the time to get some sleep.
After taking a nap for half an hour, Liu Yan's shouting came from outside the door. Li Manjun opened her eyes and woke up, patted her face, got dressed, washed and went out, all at once.
Today Liu Cheng went to see his classmate's father, while Li Manjun and Liu Yan went to the countryside to continue collecting scraps.
We have no more toothpaste skins, but we can still continue the candy exchange activity and exchange them for chicken and duck feathers.
The two of them only boiled ten pounds of sugar today, and the village they went to was not far away. It was a small village near Heather Town, about an hour to half an hour's walk away.
I went to the countryside several times to prepare for the problem, but now when the villagers hear Li Manjun and Liu Yan shouting, those who have scraps and chicken and duck feathers at home spontaneously come to look for them.
The old ladies stood on the high platform in front of their house and waved to the two of them, "Little girl, here, here, I have duck feathers at home!"
Li Manjun and Liu Yan carried scales and sugar over there, and in just two minutes, the old ladies were able to chat with them about everything from their grandchildren to their sons and daughters-in-law who went out to work.
If she met someone with children at home, Li Manjun would ask Liu Yan to pull an extra stick of candy and give it to the child as a snack.
These four or five-year-old children were eating sweets, sniffing, and jumping behind them. It wasn't until the two of them left the village that they were called home by their elders.
After such a busy day, Li Manjun felt extremely fulfilled.
There were a little less things collected today. I only got about 40 yuan for toothpaste skins. There were not many chicken and duck feathers and waste paper shells and bottles. The two of them could carry it all with one basket on their backs.
However, Liu Datou said that starting from today, he would pay only 6 yuan and 50 pounds for toothpaste.
"Why has it changed?" Liu Yan asked angrily: "I didn't say anything in advance!"
Liu Datou had no intention of explaining, "This is the price today, do you want to sell it? Don't delay the people behind you if you don't sell it."
There were four or five people collecting toothpaste rinds nearby. They went to other towns, and they were surprised when they heard that toothpaste was calculated by kilogram.
But as Liu Datou showed an impatient look, several people quickly compromised.
Liu Yan looked at Li Manjun anxiously, "What should I do?"
Liu Datou finished weighing the other people one after another. Everyone made four or five cents less than before. He turned around and saw Li Manjun and the others still hesitating, and said helplessly:
"This is the market price now. If you don't believe me, just go to the county and ask. Don't think I'm cheating you. It's just a toothpaste. I don't earn enough to cover the fare."
"Manjun?" Liu Yan was unsure about paying attention.
Li Manjun sighed and poured the toothpaste skin in the bag into the other party's empty snakeskin bag, "Weigh it."
When the market is saturated, prices will go down. It seems that toothpaste skin can only be developed in the short term, not in the long term.
The scale was accurate, two and a half, which worked out to one dollar and sixty-two cents.
According to the calculation, it was nearly fifty cents less than before. Li Manjun and Liu Yan were in pain.
Went to the scrap station and sold two baskets of junk for only 48 yuan. After throwing away the cost, today's profit was only 34 yuan.
Compared with the previous income of more than 100, it is far behind.
But this was completely within Li Manjun's expectation.
In the short term, the amount of garbage generated by residents will not suddenly increase, but will maintain a constant growth rate, and it will take a while before it breaks out again.
If you still want to make as much money as before, you can only expand your scope.
Li Manjun focused on the garbage dumps of two schools in the town. She knew the janitor uncle of the middle school in the town. He was a fellow villager of Li Dawei and an old childhood friend. He had dinner with her at her house in the first month of last year.
Taking advantage of the fact that it was still early, Li Manjun led Liu Yan to the gate of the town middle school.
The management of township schools is not strict. Li Manjun said that he had something to do with Li Jianjun, and the guard, Uncle Qin, let them in.
The students were still having their last class in the afternoon. The two of them walked on the once familiar green road, bypassed most of the playground, and saw the garbage dump that the students least wanted to go near.
The garbage from the town middle school is concentrated in a square cement wall with an opening on one side for students to dump the garbage.
The other three walls are higher, and there is a thick layer of garbage piled inside. In the corner, a pile of dry branches and leaves are burning, leaving the whole place unattended.
As soon as Li Manjun and Liu Yan arrived here, they immediately committed occupational diseases. They pulled their collars to their faces, covered their noses, picked up a broken table leg and rummaged through the garbage. Without even picking it up twice, they heard Liu Yan
exclaimed:
"Manjun, there is a big piece of iron here!"
Li Manjun turned around to look. Liu Yan ignored the collar that slipped off her nose, as if she couldn't detect the smell. She put her hands into a pile of rotten leaves and grabbed a heavy iron disc.
Li Manjun felt that this thing was very similar to something related to memory, and an idea flashed in his mind, "It's the end of get out of class bell!"
Students born in the 21st century may not know that the end of get out of class bell in the past was actually a ring surrounded by iron sheets. If you pick up a metal stick and knock it on it, the "ding-dang-dang-dang" sound is very rhythmic.
The two looked at each other and were shocked!
After rummaging for a while, I found a lot of used exercise books and old textbooks. The most eye-catching one was undoubtedly the Wahaha AD calcium drink bottle.
There are also many iron writing boxes, which are very old and used, but as recycled scraps, they are very valuable.
