That night, when Song Wenjing returned to the rental house, he immediately arranged a meal for the newly bought puppies.
The three little guys were very hungry for a long time. When they saw something to eat, they rushed to chew it.
Song Wenjing was a little tired and didn't really want to move.
Looking at the corner of the living room, the sack of copper coins he brought back yesterday was lying on the ground unopened. He wanted to tidy up and sort all the copper coins into categories.
It is basically certain that this pile of copper coins belonged to the late Northern Song Dynasty and the early Southern Song Dynasty. There were a lot of copper coins in existence at that time, and most of them were not of much value.
Therefore, Song Wenjing was a little too lazy to sort it out. He planned to put it there first, and after a while, when it was empty, he would take a closer look to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net.
The next morning, Song Wenjing got up early and rushed to his master Shang Shaohua.
Yesterday, he was scolded for being late. He didn't dare to make any mistakes again.
He didn't leave until after lunch at noon and continued to collect his own rags.
"Collecting old items, scrap metal, books, and newspapers!"
The cry rang out in a village in the city. It was Song Wenjing who was pulling the cart and walking in it.
At this time, it was almost dusk, and the sky had slowly darkened, as if a heavy rain would fall at any time.
Today's day is very hot and muggy. Song Wenjing plans to go back early to avoid being caught in the rain when it suddenly rains. He doesn't care about it. The key is that there are a bunch of recovered things in the car. If he gets caught in the rain, then
On the contrary, it is troublesome.
"Collect rags, wait a minute!"
At the door of a house, a woman wearing a floral dress, white sandals, and even a little makeup smiled and waved to Song Wenjing.
"Sister, please wait a moment, I will come right away."
Song Wenjing was already on his way back to the rental house, but if business came to his door, he had to stop and say hello.
The woman is about 25 or 26 years old. Although she is not a great beauty, overall she has fair skin and tall figure. With a little dressing up, she looks fashionable, much better than most village women.
"Sister, is there anything that needs to be disposed of? Scrap metal, books, newspapers, and old items from the past are all collected here." Song Wenjing came forward to greet you politely and asked.
"I have some at home, but they are too heavy. I can ask you to help me move them!"
The woman smiled and spoke softly. Her voice was quite pleasant, but it was obviously not a local accent. She must have rented here from other places.
Song Wenjing never had any problems with such requests and immediately agreed.
So, under the leadership of the woman, we walked into the house.
"Little brother, do you often collect rags around here? Why don't I seem to have seen you before?"
The woman was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to chat with Song Wenjing. I don't know if it was unconscious or what happened, but when she entered the small door, the softness of the woman's chest accidentally bumped into Song Wenjing's arm.
"Sister, I've been here a few times, maybe you haven't noticed."
Song Wenjing stepped aside slightly, keeping a distance of more than one meter from the woman. This was the first time he encountered the softness of a woman's chest, and his heart gradually began to stir, with a hint of nervousness at the same time.
When the woman saw Song Wenjing acting like this, she didn't feel a trace of embarrassment. Instead, she smiled and gave Song Wenjing a small wink.
"Little brother, you are still shy. You look like you are less than twenty. Have you never touched a woman?"
From the previous actions and the tone of her speech, Song Wenjing guessed that this woman was probably a prostitute. Otherwise, how could she be so frivolous.
Does she regard herself as a business partner?
Although Song Wenjing had never been in contact with women in this way, he had seen quite a few in his previous life. He couldn't help but feel a little funny. He was here to collect rags. Is it so difficult to do their business now? Even the rag collectors
Don’t let it go and prepare to make a fortune?
Of course, this was just Song Wenjing's guess, and he didn't know exactly what it was. However, he still kept an eye on it to avoid anything happening.
"Sister, where are the things you need to deal with? Let me move them. It's going to rain. I have to leave quickly, otherwise it will be more troublesome."
Song Wenjing looked around and didn't see anything that needed to be moved.
"What's the hurry, little brother, come on, take a drink of water first, I see you're so hot, you're sweating on your forehead."
The woman picked up a glass of water from the table, as if it had been poured already, and put it there to cool down.
Song Wenjing already felt that something was wrong. How could he dare to drink the water that others had prepared long ago? It was better to be careful about this kind of thing. Who knew if there was anything special in the water.
"Rumble..."
Song Wenjing was about to refuse, when suddenly he remembered the sound of thunder, and at the same time, raindrops began to pour out.
The summer rain came at once, without any precaution. Song Wenjing, who thought it would take a while before it rained, was caught off guard.
He quickly rushed out of the room, ran to his cart, took out the oilcloth, covered the cart, and tied it tightly with a rope.
At this time, his whole body was already soaked and he had no time to put on his raincoat.
"Little brother, come in quickly and take shelter from the rain." The woman held an umbrella and followed Song Wenjing.
At this time, Song Wenjing couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly followed the woman into the house.
"Here, wipe it off!" The woman handed over a clean towel and motioned to Song Wenjing to wipe off the rainwater.
"Thank you, sis!"
Song Wenjing smiled gratefully at the woman. This time he thanked her sincerely, and did not look down on others because of the woman's frivolity just now.
"Little brother, why don't you take off your clothes and let them dry out? You can't wear them like this. You'll catch a cold easily." The woman further suggested.
"Sister, I just collect the tatters and I don't have much money. Besides, it's hot in the summer. If it gets wet, it will get wet. It doesn't matter." Song Wenjing refused, and almost made it clear to the other party directly.
Sure enough, when she heard Song Wenjing speak like this, the woman didn't know what he meant. Her face suddenly turned red, and her hands unconsciously kneaded the corners of her clothes, wishing that there was a gap in the ground that she could get into.
The scene inside the house became very embarrassing for a while.
After Song Wenjing said it, he actually felt a little regretful. This was tantamount to rubbing the other person's face directly on the ground. But he had no choice. This kind of thing was not what he wanted.
The two sides were silent for a few minutes before the woman stood up, combed her hair with her hands, walked to the table, picked up the glass of water, and drank it by herself.
"I'm sorry, little brother, for making you laugh." The woman said in a low voice. Instead of the frivolity just now, she felt more melancholy.
Seeing the woman's expression, Song Wenjing felt a little embarrassed.
In the 1980s, doing such a business can be regarded as a very humble profession. Unlike many years later, whether it is pedicure shops, bathhouses or even KTVs, etc., there are a large number of such people. They are not even ashamed, but proud of it.
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In today's era, no one would choose to do this unless they were embarrassed to a certain extent.
"Sister, what are you kidding me about? I just collect the rags and can't get much higher, so what right do I have to look down on others? Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite. I believe that no one can do it unless they really have difficulties.
Go this way."
It was better that Song Wenjing didn't say anything. As soon as he said this, the woman immediately started to choke and couldn't help but shed tears.
This appearance caught Song Wenjing off guard. He didn't know whether to persuade him or let him continue like this.
Fortunately, he still had a towel on his hand that he had just wiped his hair with, so he quickly handed it back.
The woman took it, her eyes red, as if she was suppressing sadness.
"Sister, your accent sounds like you're not from here." Song Wenjing quickly changed the subject.
If it hadn't been raining heavily outside, he actually wanted to leave this place of right and wrong at this time. He really didn't know how to deal with this situation and had no experience at all for him to choose.
The woman took a deep breath and finally smiled again. However, this time the smile looked much cleaner. It seemed that everything before was just an act.