Wu Mingfa is not stupid. After all, he is outside the factory. Few of his school bully boys are willing to offend the children of cadres like Lu Yang for him. If he finds another ruffian from Yaoquan Township to beat him, it will be a big taboo.
It was not as simple as a fight between children. When the young people in the factory got angry, his uncle could not protect him.
Lu Yang originally wanted to push the bicycle and leave, but he changed his mind and stood in front of the still trembling girl.
"fine?"
"Um, oh, it's... not bad."
Wen Xiaoli seemed to wake up just now and saw that it was Lu Yang, a well-known person in the factory. She was actually a little afraid of this person and nodded quickly.
Lu Yang looked at the girl standing in front of him, with a timid little face, short height, and very ordinary clothes. He couldn't match her with the name of the main factory.
Wen Xiaoli's father, Wen Yongqiang, was the head of the foundry section of the casting and forging workshop. His first wife and son died unexpectedly. He couldn't find a suitable partner, so he simply found a girl from the countryside in his hometown. The first child was a daughter, and the second child was a girl.
National family planning has been strengthened, and state-owned enterprises are particularly strict in this regard.
Wen Yongqiang, who still wanted to have a son, lost hope and started drinking heavily and treated his daughter and wife very badly.
As for why Lu Yang remembered Wen Xiaoli, it was because when he was hanging out, this woman was the so-called wife of a certain brother. In fact, in the gangster circle, she was a bus, and many men got on it.
Thinking of the female gangster who was wearing scantily clad clothes, smoking a cigarette, wearing heavy makeup, and saying "I'll fuck your whole family", Lu Yang took a serious look at the little girl in front of him, and sighed in his heart that he was about to face that corrosive and strong world.
"Go home quickly." Lu Yang got on the bicycle.
"Um, can you..." Wen Xiaoli chased after her, looked at Lu Yang's questioning eyes, and said hesitantly: "Please...send...send to me, I'm afraid..."
The family area of the Red Shipyard is like a scarf lying flat. The north area above is close to the children's school and is also the family area with the best conditions. Cadres like the Lu Yang family and older workers with longer service lives live there. Wen Xiaoli's father has a longer working life than Lu Jiang.
Anzhang lives in a building not far from his home.
Lu Yang felt a little strange in his heart.
"I'm going home, you and I are on my way."
"There is no one at home, I want to find my mother..."
Lu Yang suddenly realized that Wen Xiaoli's mother, Liu Qiuhua, had a rural registered permanent residence and was uneducated, so she could only arrange to go to a large group in the southern district under the scarf. Wen Yongqiang liked drinking, and when he got drunk, he would get drunk and beat his wife. Many times, Liu Qiuhua would hide in the workplace and not go back.
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"Get in the car, I'll take you." Lu Yang simply sent Buddha to the West.
Taking Wen Xiaoli with her, they arrived at the location of the large group in five minutes, a building similar to a factory shed.
In these years, state-owned enterprises generally have factory-run enterprises such as large collectives, mainly to resettle idle workers in the factory. The main force among them are employees' non-urban registered family members. Most of their business scope is to provide services to factory employees, such as sweeping floors and transporting goods.
Manure, garbage collection, etc.
Liu Qiuhua was busy at the garbage station at the side entrance. When she saw her daughter and Lu Yang coming together, she hurriedly got up and went there.
"Mom!" Wen Xiaoli called sweetly, turned around and bowed slightly to Lu Yang. "Thank you."
"Um."
Lu Yang nodded and indicated that he and Liu Qiuhua were not familiar with each other, so he could just say hello casually.
Turning around and about to leave, Lu Yang suddenly saw a pile of waste paper in the corner, and an idea flashed through his mind.
Liu Qiuhua hugged her daughter and nodded lukewarmly, with no intention of going up to say hello.
She knew that although Director Lu's son had good grades, he was also a troublemaker, and she was a little worried that her daughter would hang out with such a person.
However, seeing Lu Yang stopped, Liu Qiuhua had no choice but to enter the house just like that, so she had no choice but to push Wen Xiaoli into the house and greet her.
Lu Yang didn't notice the unwelcome. His attention was on the pile of sorted papers, so he walked over and picked up a book.
The thin booklet in my hand, only sixty pages long, is "Illustrations from the True Story of Ah Q" first published by Qunyi Publishing House in 1945.
Lu Yang flipped through the copyright page and saw that the print run was only two thousand copies. He had not had the habit of collecting old books before, but he also knew that this print run was not large.
"Aunt Liu, how much does this book cost?"
Lu Yang suddenly spoke, which startled Liu Qiuhua. She looked at the book and saw that it was just scrap, she shook her head and said.
"You can take it as you like, it was originally picked from the trash."
The family area of the Red Shipyard is an old-fashioned layout. Several buildings share a garbage dump. Residents throw their own garbage there, and then a large group of people collect it and transport it to the landfill every day. Liu Qiuhua's main job is this.
Recently, the factory was relocated, and many people found it troublesome, so they threw old books and newspapers into the garbage dump. Liu Qiuhua had nothing to do at night, so she picked out the less dirty waste paper and took it to a private scrap station in Nanlong County to sell it.
some money.
Lu Yang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated when he heard that he didn't want any money.
Although the book I have is in poor condition, with the front and back covers damaged, the text is in good condition.
Lu Yang knew that this was the time when the second-hand book market started to take off. It would not be a problem for a book like this published during the Republic of China to be sold at the second-hand book trading market in Chongshan City for more than a dozen yuan or even dozens of yuan.
Thinking of this, Lu Yang bent down and flipped through the pile of paper. After a while, he found a dozen used books that might be sold for dozens of yuan.
When he found out that he had earned a month's salary of his parents in just a few minutes, Lu Yang couldn't calm down anymore. He secretly told himself to calm down.
"Aunt Liu, can I ask you a favor?" Lu Yang smiled with a calm look on his face.
"Help? Tell me." Liu Qiuhua was confused.
Lu Yang also understood that it was impossible to take away many books by himself, only one or two hundred at most.
There are nearly a thousand households in the Red Shipyard, and there are at least tens of thousands of old books and newspapers. Most of them will be thrown away as garbage in the next six months. In fact, in his previous life, he lost a lot of used books that could be sold at home.
It is estimated that thousands of these volumes can be sold for a few yuan or even dozens of yuan at the Chongshan used book market. If this piece is done well, it will cost thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan. For a small family with no foundation like my own,
People, this first pot of gold is not too small.
He is going to the old factory soon and has no time to stay here to pick out all these books. And Lu Yang knows that single-employee households like Liu Qiuhua, where one of the husband and wife has a rural household registration, are the most vulnerable in the factory and must be the last batch.
If the person who leaves can persuade her to help him find the book, then he will find a way to transport it to Chongshan, and he will naturally be able to seize this opportunity.
"That's right, I like these old books, so I want to ask you to keep these old books for me. Of course, I can't let you work in vain. I will pay you three times the waste paper purchase price. What do you think?"
"That's no good. They're all in the trash. Besides, I'm your elder, so how can I charge you?"
"this……"
Lu Yang was a little speechless. In these days and age, it is really difficult to impress Liu Qiuhua with a little money.
"That's not okay. If you don't accept the money, then you don't want to help me properly?" Lu Yang could only adopt a rogue tone.
When Liu Qiuhua saw Lu Yang's dissatisfaction, she felt scared and said nothing more.
"Then it's settled. It's too late today. I'll come back tomorrow to talk to you carefully about which books you want."
Without saying this, Lu Yang rode home.
It’s already half past eight when we get home, but Lu Jiangan hasn’t come back yet, so he’s probably still working overtime.
It was completely dark at this time. Different from the four-story black-tiled and red-brick building for ordinary employees on the six-story building opposite, the lights in the black-tiled and blue-brick building for cadres and their families were only one-third bright. Naturally, leading cadres rushed to get there.
The main factory contributes.
Lu Jiangan became deputy director a year ago and was originally eligible to live across the street. However, the leader told him not to bother with the move anyway, so he still lives in the original place.
Go up to the second floor, and after entering the door, Lu Yang first collects the money given by his grandfather.
Boom!
He lay down on the familiar yet alienated plank bed and mat at home, and only then did he have time to reflect on this long day.
Closing his eyes, opening them, and closing them again, Lu Yang suddenly lay down from the bed and squeezed his arms hard.
pain!
It doesn't seem like a dream.
Lu Yang walked to the closet again, wanting to look in the mirror to see clearly what he looked like now, but found that the closet was already tightly wrapped.
He looked around again. Since he was planning to move in a few days, most of the furniture had been packed in advance.
Lu Yang looked at this familiar scene and suddenly chuckled strangely.
After laughing like a madman, Lu Yang jumped up again and went to check his first pot of gold.
More than a dozen old books in good condition, published during the Republic of China or the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, were lined up on the wooden bed.
Lu Yang suppressed the urge to laugh and flipped through the books. Suddenly an envelope fell out of the book in his hand.
Picking up the blank envelope, Lu Yang opened it and saw eight unused stamps inside, t58 Xinyou New Year Chicken.
Lu Yang didn't have the habit of collecting before, and he didn't know the current value of this thing, but when he saw the stamps, his ideas broadened again.
It seems that the wealth in the waste paper pile is not just old books. I must think carefully about it tomorrow.
Maybe he was too tired, so Lu Yang slept until midnight.
After getting up, he saw the note on the table. Lu Jiangan had already gone to work again, and the steamed buns were hot in the pot to remind him to eat.
Although Lu Yang couldn't wait to go to Liu Qiuhua's place to make a fortune, he still resisted and instead practiced seriously first.
Habit!
These little details that he didn't care about before, from now on, Lu Yang knows that he must do them well.
Lu Yang did fifty push-ups, two hundred sit-ups, and twenty pull-ups on the beam on his door. He thought that he would go to bed early and get up early tomorrow to exercise.
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Lu Yang found another wooden box and unpacked the old cloth. It was full of all his books, including textbooks and some miscellaneous books he bought himself.
Lu Yang freed up all the textbooks and worthless miscellaneous books, removed some textbook covers, and then put the dozen or so old books inside. When it was full, he wrapped the books on top with covers so that they would not be visible.
His mother, Zhang Shufen, is a careful person, so there is no guarantee that she won’t check something out at the end, which would be troublesome to explain.
Lu Yang found another piece of paper and wrote on it the books, food stamps, stamps and other things he wanted to pay attention to. Finally, he found his schoolbag and a cloth bag, and put in all the things he had saved.
I brought more than a hundred pocket money with me, then I took my bike downstairs and set off.
