When Yi Ping received the message from Director Yan, he was overjoyed.
From the inside, he was still a little uneasy. He was not sure whether those dandy boys would give him this face. Now that it can be solved like this, it can be considered a good ending.
Although he owed another favor and gave away a pack of cigarettes, overall it was worth it.
In the afternoon of that day, Zhou Yiping rushed to Songjiacun, found Song Wenjing, and informed him of the outcome of the matter. He also promised to go find Brother Dao again, believing that the other party would not dare to mess around.
After Song Wenjing received the news, his inner gratitude was beyond words. He knew that his cousin must have paid more, otherwise it would not have been solved so easily.
It's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to express his gratitude to Zhou Ping now. He can only hide this feeling in his heart silently and wait until he finds an opportunity to repay this kindness in the future.
After Zhou Yiping left, Song Wenjing immediately informed Song Jianguo and his wife of the good news, so that they could feel at ease. At the same time, they began to prepare their own plans.
The cart has been repaired and can be used at any time. Originally, he still had more than ten yuan, plus more than twenty yuan temporarily collected from Zhou Lijuan. At this time, Song Wenjing's total possessions were just this little.
Early the next morning, after having breakfast and arranging tasks for his younger brothers and sisters, Song Wenjing officially set out. The first stop was our village.
He has nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything now is for survival. As long as he can make money, everything else has to be put aside.
As for being ridiculed by his fellow villagers, he had already experienced too much in his previous life, and now he was as calm as water and could not make any waves.
Songjia Village is not considered big, but there are more than 200 households.
"We collect scrap iron, copper, aluminum, newspapers, magazines and old books!"
As soon as he left the house, Song Wenjing started shouting. His voice was loud and extended, so that people at home could hear him.
All of this seems so familiar, as if it has decades of skill.
"Wen Jing, what happened? How did you do this?"
The shout came from the door of the house next door, and it was Song Jianping, Song Wenjing's second uncle. The two families were very close to each other. When Song Wenjing went out, he was less than 20 meters away from Song Jianping's home.
"Second uncle, I'm going to collect the rags!" Song Wenjing had to stop and talk to Song Jianping.
The fact that he had resigned had not been mentioned to anyone in his family, so Song Jianping did not know about it. At this time, he was very surprised when he heard his nephew said that he was going to collect rags.
"Okay, why are you collecting rags? Don't you work in the city's fertilizer factory?"
When his second uncle asked, Song Wenjing could only explain what happened in detail to prevent him from making random guesses. Besides, this kind of thing couldn't be hidden, so it was better to explain it clearly.
"Hey..." After hearing his nephew's explanation, Song Jianping sighed and said nothing more. Compared with Song Wenjing's family, their family's conditions are not much better, and their two children are underage.
, the second aunt has never been in good health, and the burden of the whole family falls on the second uncle alone.
And apart from being a bit of a mason, he couldn't do much else.
"Wait a minute, there's a broken pot at home that happens to be useless, and some wire. You can take it back." After saying that, Song Jianping walked towards his home, preparing to send the rags left there to his nephew.
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This can be regarded as his wish, and he can't do much.
When Song Jianping came out with a bunch of things, he put them directly on Song Wenjing's cart.
Song Wenjing was about to weigh him and calculate how much it would cost, but Song Jianping slapped him and drove him away.
Song Wenjing knew that this was his second uncle's wish, so he didn't say anything more, but pulled the cart and continued to call.
"Collecting scrap iron, copper, aluminum, newspapers, magazines and old books!" the voice sounded again in the village.
More than 90% of the families in Songjia Village have the surname Song, and they are basically related to each other. When they saw that Song Wenjing, one of the few high school students in the village, started collecting rags, they suddenly became curious.
The explanations along the way basically never stopped. Song Wenjing, who was not embarrassed at first, was actually a little embarrassed now.
It's not that I really lose face, but it's a bit of a waste of time. Basically, anyone I know will come over and ask a few questions. In one morning, Songjia Village, which is not big at all, didn't even cover half of the road.
However, there is still some harvest. After a few chats, people who have scraps at home will sell them to support Song Wenjing's career.
Especially at the village committee, they have accumulated a lot of old newspapers and other things. If they are piled up in the office and take up space, they might as well sell them all in exchange for some money. Song Wenjing collected them all for 6 cents per pound.
More than 100 pounds came back.
As for scrap iron and the like, they were all calculated at 1 cent per pound, but they collected more than 30 pounds.
Metals such as copper and aluminum are very rare, and most people don’t have these things. Or they do, but they are reluctant to take them out. You must know that the purchase price of brass at this time is 5 yuan per pound. If you have a dozen or so at home,
If you pay a pound, you can make a small fortune.
As for the more expensive copper, it is even rarer. According to price calculation, the purchase price of a pound of copper is 9 yuan. Unfortunately, after half a day, I could not receive even one tael.
On the other hand, there are a lot of toothpaste casings taken back. It seems that every household keeps the used toothpaste cassettes and is reluctant to throw them away. Because they are made of aluminum or tin, they still have a certain value, and each one can be exchanged for a few cents.
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You must know that the per capita income in rural areas at this time was only more than 10 yuan a month. Even the average monthly income of urban workers was less than 50 yuan.
Even if it is only a few cents, it is very cherished by rural families, and they can at least buy a few fried dough sticks or sesame cakes.
"Hey! Isn't this Song Wenjing? Why is he doing the business of collecting rags?"
A scoffing, mocking and sarcastic voice came out. Two young men in their twenties walked straight towards Song Wenjing with hoes on their shoulders.
Of course Song Wenjing was familiar with the two people who came over. They were both young people in the village and had had some interactions with each other before. However, their relationship was only average.
Song Wenjing's grades have been good since he was a child. He has always been the child of other families, and he is often used to teach those peers. And these two are two years older than Song Wenjing, so they are probably the ones who are often scolded by their families.
Now that I see Song Wenjing, the former favored son of heaven, starting to collect rags, of course I can't help but make some sarcastic comments to try to balance my mentality.
Song Wenjing had long been mentally prepared for such an encounter.
The older people in the village may not say anything in person, but they certainly don’t know how many gossips are arranged behind the scenes.
And among those of his age, some people must come out and make sarcastic remarks to show their superiority. Even if they are just farmers, working in the fields in the village.
In their opinion, even farming is much better than Song Wenjing collecting rags.
"I lost my job, and I haven't found a new one yet. Let's go out and make some money to support our family!"
Song Wenjing answered the two people's questions nonchalantly, even though they were obviously mocking him.
The two young people did not expect Song Wenjing to be so calm and not embarrassed at all. This made them don't know what to say.
They originally planned to see Song Wenjing's embarrassed expression, but unfortunately they didn't get what they wanted.
Song Wenjing did not continue to pay attention to the two of them, but directly pulled the cart while continuing to shout and walked forward.
He doesn'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 of them turned around and looked at him with disdain, pointing with their fingers, and at the same time deliberately saying something loudly. It seemed that they wanted to continue to mock Song Wenjing in this way.
It's a pity that they ignored them. 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 through the entire Songjia Village. The harvest was not bad, especially the old newspapers and books collected at the village committee, which totaled more than 100 kilograms.
Even if his profit is only one penny per kilogram, he can still make more than one yuan in total.
What's more, there are other messy things. Today's harvest is estimated to be about two yuan.
Earning two yuan a day is quite good for rural people. Even most urban workers may not be able to earn this kind of income.