MTL - A Rural Life in the 70s-Chapter 70

The business of oil-changing cloth does not want to be done often. The sesame seeds and peanuts in the porcelain bowl have been copied a lot. She sold a few pounds of sesame and a bag of peanuts, changed it for thirteen pieces of six cents, and then went to the old warehouse behind the acquisition station.

This place not only stores old things, but also places where old things are sold. What scrap iron, glass, old books, old paper towels, old cloth heads, and rotten socks are all collected.

On duty is a short-haired woman in her thirties. No one is selling scraps at noon. This woman is lying on the table and dozing off.

Xiao Qiu Da Fang went forward and told the woman that she wanted to find two small books. The woman extended **** to her... Xiao Qiuyi, two cents? so cheap!

Still not waiting for her to respond, the woman probed outside, impatiently said: "I will not spend two cents, but also to find a small book, go and go... ah, go in, hurry up, When you come later, you will go, don't let people see."

Xiaoqiu dropped two cents of banknotes, and he hurriedly ran into the door of the waste warehouse opened by the hole, and did not care what the woman said!

Two cents, she just licked two old books worth it! Send it, send it...

Waiting into the waste warehouse, Xiaoqiu knows that the ideal is very full, the reality is often very skinny, full of piles of shredded goods, most of them do not see the original appearance. Whatever it is to the waste collection station, you can find the exotic treasures and handed down antiques. It’s really just a legend!

Take out the handkerchief from the pocket to cover the nose and mouth, to reduce the inhalation of the violent dust, but also to reduce the unpleasant smell of the tattered items, and to resist the temper, go straight to the biggest pile of broken newspapers in the corner.

Old newspapers, old newspapers at this time are still antiques in the future!

However, at the moment, she really has no intention to gather these things. Of course, even if she has the means to take back all the things here, she can't really do that. She can only patiently check the old newspapers and look for things with higher relative value.

After a moment of inspection, she finally found two old books with some incompleteness in a pile of ruin, Xuan paper manuscript, she did not look carefully, turned over and collected. Not long after, I found a few letters of this era. She just glanced at the stamps posted on the top and they all closed up. Later, she checked two foreign classics, two small books and an album. The foreign masterpieces were collected, and the villain and the album were left outside.

After that, she glanced over to the old clothes, mostly broken things that couldn't be used. Besides, even if the old clothes are not broken, Xiaoqiu has no courage to take it back to wear. Who knows where these clothes come from... Hey, he is squatting, her eyes are condensed, and she falls on a piece of indigo clothing.

According to her experience, this piece of clothing is absolutely silk, and the dust can still see the complicated pattern, but it is not embroidery. Xiaoqiu’s subconscious mind was the ‘brocade,’ and then he thought of a noun—“缂丝”. She stood in the same place for ten seconds, then gritted her teeth and leaned over to take out the dress. When she came out, she couldn’t put it down. It’s an old sixteen embroidered skirt, some old and tattered. However, it can still be seen that the texture is excellent, and the flow of the clouds on the top is very delicate and complicated.

She also refused to think about the origin of this clothes, and leaned over in a tattered and checked again. It really made her find some old clothes, and there were a few embroidered pieces. She only took one of them. A piece of 靛 袄 ,, see the pattern cloth should be with the skirt is a set.

The light in the warehouse was dim, and she wanted to take a closer look at the pattern on the clothes and grabbed the clothes from the ground with her hands. Just like this, Xiaoqiu noticed a little bit different. The fabric of this dress is thicker and heavier than the average silk fabric, but the weight is still slightly beyond her expectations. She slid down the corner of the placket, and sure enough, let her squat on the sides of the placket, pinching the hard things - such expensive clothes, hidden things so careful - small The autumn heart jumped, and the backhand gripped the skirt and several pieces of silk were collected.

After collecting a few pieces of old clothes, she looked up at the door of the warehouse and didn't see any movements. Then she turned to the old furniture on the other side and checked.

She doesn't know how to distinguish wood. She only knows that wood has a scent and is heavy. So she uses her hand to rub the weight and then uses her nails to smear and smell it. But if she meets one of the furniture and wood, she accepts it. It’s up. She used the blue-and-white porcelain bowl to move other furniture to cover up the empty space.

Just put a sixty-seven percent new rice container in a position and put it down, I heard the woman at the door greeted impatiently: "Isn't it okay? Hurry up, I will come to work later."

Xiaoqiu sighed and quickly glanced at the 'live', holding a few small books and pictures, and rushed out of the warehouse.

The woman looked up from the table, glanced at Xiaoqiu with a sleepy eye, saw her skinny holding a few books, and then there was nothing else, she waved her hand and let her go.

Xiaoqiu returned to the grain station and washed his face on the faucet before returning to Xiaoyan’s dormitory.

Song Xiulian did not sleep, and was reviewing the notes she had said in the morning. After many years of putting down the books, there is still some incompatibility in re-learning. Especially for some new words and technical terms, she has to learn from zero, but it is still somewhat difficult.

Seeing her daughter coming back from the outside, holding a few books in her hand, and some dirty clothes on her clothes, she couldn’t help but ask: “Where is it? Is this wrestling?”

Xiaoqiu wiped a handful of waterdrops and smiled and gave the book to Song Xiulian: "Mother, look at this, I went to buy the station, I only spent two cents... I used to squat on the road." An iron nail, selling three hairs, there is still one hair two. Mother, do you want it?"

"You are a gimmick, since it is the money you earned from scrapping iron, you keep it yourself, don't want it." Song Xiulian flipped through two small books, and took another album to flip it, then he surprised. "Autumn, this album is also from the waste station? This seems to be a book for clothes!"

Xiaoqiu certainly knows that it is this tailoring book, and it is a rare color printing. She flipped it over. There are not only ordinary shirts and trousers, but also Lenin's dresses, dresses, and even the cut-out layout of cheongsam...

However, she can only be stupid, and her eyes are amazed: "Really? That's great, I just looked back at the picture and brought it back..."