Qiu Mei held the weight and waited beside her. Qiu He put together all the useful books he found and hugged them with difficulty.

Song Qishan walked around boredly, but he found something good and came to Qiu Mei excitedly to show off.

"Look at what I found."

It was a radio.

Qiu Mei raised her eyebrows, "Anyone is willing to throw away this?"

"It's broken!" Song Qishan said proudly: "But I know a craftsman who specializes in repairing this thing. If you get it back, you will definitely repair it."

At this moment, Qiu He came over, looked at him and whispered: "Brother Song, you might as well put it back."

Song Qishan wondered, “Why?”

"It must not be repaired." Qiu He looked at the almost complete appearance of the radio. "There are so many capable people in the provincial capital, so this thing should have been picked up by someone long ago. If you can still stay here, there must be a problem."

Seeing that Song Qishan didn't believe it, Qiu He told him another classic story of "Plum Tree by the Road".

A prodigy named Wang Rong was playing on the roadside with a child when he was seven years old. He saw a plum tree with many plums on it and the branches were crushed.

The children rushed to pick them, but only Wang Rong did not move. Someone asked him why he didn't pick plums. Wang Rong replied: "This tree grows on the side of the road, and there are so many plums, so it must be bitter plums."

When my friends tasted it, it was indeed bitter and astringent and difficult to eat.

After hearing this, Song Qishan looked at the radio in his hand, his face turned pale.

"Ah? This thing is really not repairable?"

The old man leaning on the recliner was sleeping for no reason, and he stared at Qiu He with interest.

"This young man is quite knowledgeable." The old man pointed at Song Qishan with his chin, "I heard from people's advice to have a full meal. Don't take this thing. Let me tell you the truth. Four or five people have bought this thing back, and they are sold back to the scrap station because they cannot be repaired."

Of course, it is definitely not possible to sell at any price when selling, so you can only recover a little loss.

The old man made a lot of money with this thing, and he deliberately placed it in the most conspicuous position every time.

Unexpectedly, I was told that today, and I opened the skylight and said something bright.

Song Qishan put the radio back in his original place awkwardly, and it was so embarrassing.

Qiu He can tell that even though he is several years younger than him, he is a stupid fool.

Qiu Mei comforted him, "Don't compare yourself with my brother. If ordinary people can't compare, you can't say anything."

Song Qishan curled his lips, as usual, not comforted at all.

"Sister, I've found my stuff."

Qiu He placed a stack of books on the table in front of the old man, and the old man weighed the weight.

"Ten kilograms."

Qiu He raised his eyebrows. These things were at least twenty pounds, and this person actually missed so much for him.

The old man glanced at Qiu He, "Young people can't suffer any loss at any time."

Song Qishan always felt that these words seemed to mean something, and his face was hot.

In fact, the old man was too lazy to pay attention to him. There were enough fools in this world. There were many people who thought they were smart, but few were really smart.

Qiu Mei held the weight in her hand, "Add this to count the money together."

The old man wondered, "What do you do if you buy a weight alone? Otherwise, I will find you another scale rod?"

"No, the kids at home want it."

It was dark, and the old man looked at Qiu Mei lifting the weight casually, and it was probably only a weight of two kilograms at most, so he didn't care much.

"This thing is not valuable, just take it as the source of these books."

The total amount is only more than four yuan, which is much less than Qiu Mei imagined.

Song Qishan helped Qiu He carry half of the book, and the group returned to the guesthouse.

Qiu Mei rinsed the weight clean and was about to give it to her sister to play when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Why is the weight of the mark on it only two kilograms?"

Is the two-kilogram weight so heavy? Her strength has become smaller.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!