After the exams this week, we will have winter vacation, and the Spring Festival will come soon after the winter vacation. As long as you are a student, who is not afraid of exams?
But Jiang Xinyu found that although the students in her class were nervous about the exam, they were not that nervous.
In the days before the college entrance examination, high school graduates with connections in their families could find a way to become a worker after graduation, but most people in rural areas would return to the team to do farm work to earn work points, and some would also join the army.
But if you want to say that going to high school is useless, that’s definitely not the case. After all, factory recruitment not only looks at household registration, but also academic qualifications. From commune leaders to brigade and team leaders, even the female director of the team, they all have academic qualifications. Yes, at least he must be a junior high school graduate.
There is no college entrance examination anymore, universities still use a recommendation system, and final grades don’t seem to be that important.
It's the end of the semester, the classes have ended, and the content of the teachers' classes is not that heavy.
The ideological and moral classes are full of the characteristics of the times. Jiang Xinyu read these quotations and gained a deeper understanding of this era.
There are not bunk beds in the dormitory, but rather old iron frame beds that were replaced last year.
On the day of the holiday after the exam, Zhang Yanyan said: "We will graduate in the summer, what are you going to do? There are textile factories and lumber factories in the county, and there may be recruitment. Although there are many people who will sign up, I still want to try. Give it a try, do you want to come with me?"
The furthest thing on Jiang Xinyu's mind is the college entrance examination next year. She has to leave this place, but she has not thought about what she will do in the more than a year between high school graduation and the resumption of the college entrance examination.
"Then invite me to join you when the time comes." Although I know that the hope of getting a job is slim, I still have to give it a try, right?
After parting ways with Zhang Yanyan, Jiang Xinyu headed to the only Xinhua Bookstore in town, carrying the rations and schoolbag she had saved.
She wanted to see if she could find some books that would be helpful for the college entrance examination.
Xinhua Bookstore is state-owned, and now all the stores that can circulate currency bills are state-owned.
After entering the bookstore, Jiang Xinyu was a little disappointed when she saw Liao Liao's books on the glass counter that were out of reach. Compared with the rich variety of books in later bookstore libraries, the books here were not even one-tenth of the books in Chen Yi's study. many.
"What do you want to buy? I'll get it for you, but I'm not sure I want to buy it, so be sure to take care of it when you look through it."
The speaker was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, Zhou Zheng, who was sitting in front of the counter with long features. There was a thick book in front of him, and the cover could not be seen. Jiang Xinyu didn't know what he was reading.
Jiang Xinyu didn't find the book she wanted on the shelf. More importantly, she had a total of two cents in her pocket, which Comrade Chen Xiuyun sent her to school, and she was reluctant to spend it.
It didn't matter how much money she had in her pocket. Her face was still tense and she wouldn't buy it anyway.
"Comrade, may I ask where I can buy high school exercises?"
The young man thought for a while and said, "Why don't you go to the scrap yard and have a look." He estimated that the scrap yard might not have exercise books or the like, but these things would be of no use as they might be sold by someone.
Jiang Xinyu thanked her and asked for directions before finding the scrap station.
There was an old man guarding the scrap yard. He looked up at her and asked her what she was looking for. After Jiang Xinyu, the old man let her in without saying anything.
The scrapyard smells bad, is messy and dirty, and contains mostly scrap metal, shabby wooden chairs that can't even stand upright, and some broken cans.
Jiang Xinyu rummaged around inside and only found a dirty math exercise booklet. She picked it up with disgust. Before she could stand still, a chair leg stretched out diagonally hit her waist and she fell into the rags.
inside.
The sound of whirring attracted the old man guarding the door. She fell down and was struggling to get up. The old man didn't say anything and didn't want to help her. He took one look and went out again.
When Jiang Xinyu stood up, something flashed her eyes. When she looked closely, she saw that there was a slit in the stool leg, and the gold inside was shining. A yellow light showed through the slit.
Thinking of something, Jiang Xinyu's heart started beating loudly.
Seeing the uncle go out, Jiang Xinyu picked up a sharp iron tip and pushed the wooden leg with the gap open. A gold bar longer than her hand appeared in front of her eyes.
Having seen how poor this era was, Jiang Xinyu knew how much this gold bar was worth.
The stool is missing two legs and the middle board is still broken, so there is absolutely no need to repair it.
Jiang Xinyu opened the other leg of the stool and got another gold bar.
God, who came up with the idea of hiding the gold bars in the seams of the chair legs? It really gave her a free advantage!
Jiang Xinyu happily stuffed the two gold bars into her arms, and then carefully inspected other parts of the broken wooden chair to make sure that there was no advantage left.
The sudden discovery made Jiang Xinyu look at the scrap station differently. It was a pity that after passing these two gold bars, she didn't find anything else.
The old man came to urge her once, and Jiang Xinyu stood up slowly, pretending to be digging through the pile of waste paper.
When she walked out of the gap, she stepped on something pitch black, and then she found a horn. The shape of the horn was similar to that of Jue, and the size was similar.
She bent down to pick it up and dug out the black stains on it, revealing a black interior with a patina. It had three legs and a cup handle on the side. If she didn't miss it, it was a bronze from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Drinking vessels. There was a pair in her grandfather's collection, which he treasured.
Jiang Xinyu looked around and saw that there was no second one here.
She was holding an old exercise book and a broken cup in her hand. The old man at the scrap station looked at it and said casually: "Fifty cents."
This is a clear trick on Jiang Xinyu. The things in the scrap yard are all useless things sold by others, and you can collect a lot for a few cents.
Jiang Xinyu didn't know the market situation, so she pretended to put everything down.
She thought very simply. She didn't have enough money, so she might as well wait until next time to collect enough money to buy it. If she just put down the exercise book, would the old man think that there was something fishy in the corner of her hand? Jiang Xinyu was in this treasure at the moment, so she couldn't
In the anxious mood of letting others find out.
"I don't have enough money, please come again next time."
The old man didn't trick anyone, so he smacked his lips twice and asked: "How much do you have?"
Jiang Xinyu said: "Two cents."
She wanted to say a dime, but she was afraid that the old man would not be willing to give her a dime.
Even if she couldn't buy the two things in her hand today, she still got two gold bars for free. It was a big profit, okay?
The old man waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, take the two cents."
Jiang Xinyu was so excited.
What she has in her hands is bronze. No one can make counterfeit these days, only people who don’t know the goods! From now on, whether it is collecting or reselling, it will be very good.
Jiang Xinyu put the wine container in her schoolbag, carried her luggage, and headed to the commune where the tractors were parked.