When Zhou Yiping received the oral message from Director Yan, he was overjoyed.

From the bottom of his heart, he was still a little nervous. He was not sure whether those playboys would give him this face. It would be a good ending to solve the problem like this now.

Although he owed a favor and sent a cigarette, it was worth it overall.

In the afternoon of the same day, Zhou Yiping rushed to Songjia Village and found Song Wenjing and told him the result of the matter. He also promised to find that Brother Dao again, believing that the other party would not dare to do anything randomly.

Song Wenjing, who received the news, was indescribable to express his gratitude. He knew that his cousin must have paid more, otherwise he would not have solved it so easily.

Unfortunately, he is not able to express his gratitude to Zhou Yiping now, so he can only silently hide this feeling in his heart and wait until he finds an opportunity to repay this kindness in the future.

After leaving on Monday, Song Wenjing informed Song Jianguo and his wife of the good news as soon as possible, so that they could feel at ease. At the same time, they also began to prepare their own plans.

The cart has been repaired and can be used at any time. It was originally more than ten yuan on it, and with the temporary collection of more than twenty yuan from Zhou Lijuan, Song Wenjing's entire possessions at this time were just like this.

The next morning, after breakfast and arranged the tasks for younger brothers and sisters, Song Wenjing officially set off. The first stop was the village.

He had nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything is for survival now. As long as he can make money, everything else has to be left behind.

As for being ridiculed by his fellow villagers, he had experienced too much in his previous life, and now he is as calm as water and cannot cause any turmoil.

Songjia Village says it is not big, but there are more than 200 families.

"Collection of scrap iron, copper and aluminum, newspapers, magazines and old books!"

As soon as he left the house, Song Wenjing began to shout. His voice was loud and he lengthened his voice, trying his best to let people at home hear it.

All of this seems so familiar, as if you have decades of skill.

"Wen Jing, what's the situation? Why did you do this?"

The screams came from the door of the house next to it. It was Song Wenjing's second uncle, Song Jianping. The two families were very close. When Song Wenjing left the door, it was Song Jianping's home less than 20 meters away.

"Second uncle, I'll collect the rags!" Song Wenjing had to stop and talk to Song Jianping.

The family has not mentioned the matter of resigning to anyone, so Song Jianping didn't know about it. At this time, he was surprised when he heard his nephew say he would collect the junk.

"Okay, why do you collect junk? Aren't you working in a fertilizer factory in the city?"

When his second uncle asked, Song Wenjing could only explain the matter clearly so that he would not make random guesses. Besides, this kind of thing could not be hidden, so it would be better to just explain it clearly.

"Oh..." After hearing my nephew's explanation, Song Jianping sighed and said nothing. Their conditions were not much better than those of Song Wenjing's family. Both children in the family were underage, and second aunt's health was not very good. The burden on the whole family was on the second uncle alone.

And he could not do anything other than a mason's skill.

"Wait, there is a broken pot at home that is useless. There is still some iron wire. You can take it back." After saying that, Song Jianping walked towards the home, preparing to send the rags thrown there to his nephew.

This is his intention, and he can't do much.

When Song Jianping came out with a bunch of things in his arms, he placed it directly on Song Wenjing's cart.

Song Wenjing was still preparing to weigh it and calculate how much it cost, but Song Jianping slapped him and drove him away directly.

Song Wenjing knew that this was my second uncle's intention, so he didn't talk much, but pulled the cart and continued to shout.

"Collection of scrap iron, copper and aluminum, newspapers, magazines and old books!" The voice sounded again among the villages.

More than 90% of the families in Songjia Village have surnames Song, and they are basically related to each other. Seeing that Song Wenjing, one of the few high school students in the village, actually started to collect junk, they became curious.

The explanation along the way basically didn't stop. Song Wenjing, who was not originally awkward, is really a little embarrassed now.

It’s not that I really can’t stand it, but that I’m a little delayed. Basically, those who know each other will come over to ask a few questions. In one morning, the Songjia Village, which is not big, has not even finished half of the road.

However, there are still some gains. After a few chats, people who have scrap at home will sell them out, which is to support Song Wenjing's career.

Especially on the village committee, it has accumulated a lot of old newspapers and other things. It is stacked in the office and occupied a seat. It is better to sell them all for some money. 6 cents per pound, and Song Wenjing collected more than 100 pounds back.

As for scrap iron, they are calculated based on 10 cents per pound, and they have collected more than 30 pounds.

Metals such as copper and aluminum are very rare, and most people don’t have these things. If they have them, they are just reluctant to take them out. You should know that the purchase price of brass at this time is 5 yuan per catty. If you have a ten catty at home, it will be considered a small fortune.

As for the more expensive copper, it is even rarer. According to the price, the purchase price of a pound of copper is 9 yuan. Unfortunately, it took half a day to receive one or two.

However, a lot of toothpaste skins have been taken back. It seems that each store has stored the used toothpaste skins and is reluctant to throw them away. Because this is a material made of aluminum or tin, it still has a certain value, and one can be exchanged for a few cents.

You should know that the per capita income in rural areas at this time was only more than 10 yuan per month. Even the average monthly income of urban employees was less than 50 yuan.

Even if it is a few cents, it is very cherished for rural families. At least you can buy a few fried dough sticks or sesame cakes.

"Ye! Isn't this Song Wenjing? Why did you start collecting junk?"

A sneer came, and a sound of ridicule and sarcastic sound came. Two young men in their twenties carried hoes and walked straight towards Song Wenjing.

Of course, Song Wenjing is familiar with the two people who came. They are both young people in the village and have had some dealings before. However, the relationship is just average.

Song Wenjing has been good at grades since childhood and has always been the child of other people's family. He often uses it to teach those peers a lesson. These two are two years older than Song Wenjing, and they are probably also the targets of being taught by their families.

Now that I saw that the former pride of heaven Song Wenjing actually started to collect the rags, of course I couldn't stop coming up with a few sarcastic sentences, which also made my mentality slightly balanced.

Song Wenjing had long been mentally prepared for such an experience.

Those who are older in the village may not say anything in person, and they must not know how many rumors are arranged behind their backs.

Some of those who are the same age as him must have come out to say sarcastic words to show their superiority. Even if they are just farmers, they are just working in the fields in the village.

In their opinion, even farming is much better than Song Wenjing's collection of rags.

"I lost my job and haven't found a new job yet. Let's make some money first and support my family!"

Song Wenjing answered the two people's questions indifferently, even though they were obviously mocking themselves.

The two young men did not expect Song Wenjing to be so calm and not feel embarrassed at all. This made them not know what to say.

They originally planned to see Song Wenjing's embarrassing expression, but unfortunately they failed to do what they wanted.

Song Wenjing did not continue to pay attention to the two of them, but pulled the cart directly, and continued to shout and walked forward.

He didn't want to waste his time on them, making money is the only thing that makes him happy now.

When Song Wenjing walked away, the two turned around and looked at him disdainfully, pointing their fingers, and at the same time they were talking loudly, as if they wanted to continue to mock Song Wenjing in this way.

Unfortunately, I was naturally in my ears. Song Wenjing had already left and didn't care about their words at all.

In the evening of that day, Song Wenjing, who had been busy all day, finally walked the entire Songjia Village first. The harvest was OK, especially the old newspapers and books collected from the village committee, which were more than 100 kilograms.

Even if his profit is only one cent per pound, he can make more than one yuan by counting this amount.

What's more, there are other messy things, and today's harvest is probably about two yuan.

It is already quite good for rural people to earn two yuan a day. Even most urban employees may not necessarily have this income.
Chapter completed!