After refueling himself, Shi Jiang lay back weakly.
I originally wanted to force myself to close my eyes and sleep so that I would have the energy to get up early and work tomorrow.
However, she was tossing and turning in the heat, where could she sleep?
There was no other way, so Shi Jiang could only get up again and search everywhere in the already clean room. He couldn't find the fan, but finally found a piece of cardboard.
Take this piece of cardboard and fan yourself.
In the gentle breeze, Shi Jiang forced himself to fall asleep, and finally fell asleep slowly.
The next day, before dawn, Shi Jiang woke up from the heat.
On such a hot day, Shi Jiang couldn't lie down no matter how much he wanted to.
Get up directly, boil water to wash your face and brush your teeth first, and then fill up the kettle so that you can drink when you go out to pick up rags later, and your mouth is dry.
There were also steamed buns bought yesterday. Shi Jiang ate three of them first, and she planned to eat the remaining three at noon.
However, when she ran to the construction site again today, she saw someone arriving earlier than her.
The place where she saw a lot of scrap steel bars and scrap iron yesterday had been picked up completely.
Seeing this, Shi Jiang let out a breath, turned around and left.
Since you can't pick it up, it's better to go to the scrap station and look through more magazines.
With so little effort yesterday, she was able to dig out more than a hundred books. If she goes so early today, she will definitely be able to dig out more.
When Shi Jiang came, Uncle Lei was having breakfast with a bowl of soy milk in one hand and fried dough sticks in the other!
When Uncle Lei saw Jiang coming so early, he stuffed the oil field into his mouth in twos and twos, drank the soy milk in the bowl in one gulp, then stood up and asked.
"What? Aren't those magazines easy to sell?"
Shi Jiang replied with a smile.
"The sales are okay, but some people want other magazines, so I came here early today to look for more, which gives me more choices."
Hearing what Shi Jiang said, Uncle Lei didn't ask any more questions, nodded, pointed at the pile of books and magazines arranged like a hill, and let Shi Jiang do as he pleased.
Uncle Lei was not very envious of Shi Jiang's ability to earn money.
After all, the scrap station is a state-owned unit, and he is a formal employee. He has a fixed salary of more than fifty yuan every month, as well as welfare and labor insurance during the annual New Year and holidays.
Whether the scrapyard is good or bad has nothing to do with him.
Moreover, in Uncle Lei’s opinion, if this magazine can earn 80 cents, it is considered pretty good.
Especially when he saw the three dried steamed buns in the bag next to Shi Jiang's kettle, he didn't know what he was thinking. When Shi Jiang came out dragging the four snakeskin bags, Uncle Lei looked at her
His eyes were full of sympathy.
Therefore, for those four bags of magazines, Uncle Lei made a casual estimate and only charged two yuan.
In other words, a bag is cheaper than yesterday's 80 cents, but the quantity is much larger.
After paying the money, Shi Jiang did not leave immediately, but spoke to Uncle Lei.
"Uncle Lei, the people in the place I rented before were a bit chaotic. Originally, the couple lived there, which was fine. But as you know, now I live alone as a woman, and I am afraid that some unscrupulous people will come to the door. So, I
I was wondering if I could find a house near your place?"
Hearing what Shi Jiang said, Uncle Lei nodded in understanding.
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However, although the area where he lives is very safe, most of them are single-family houses.
Renting out a house like this would cost at least twenty-five yuan a month.
Twenty-five yuan, that’s half of his salary!
Coupled with Shi Jiang's current desolate condition, how could he afford to rent such a good house?
Therefore, although Uncle Lei agreed, he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, even if he found it, it would be in vain if he couldn't afford to rent it.
After talking to Uncle Lei, Shi Jiang carried bags of magazines back to the rental house.
Jiang, who had carried it back and forth so many times when we met next door, suddenly asked with curiosity on his face.
"Hey, kid, what did you pick up? Why did you bring so many bags back?"
There was envy and jealousy in Mrs. Liu's eyes. Her son Qiang came to this city to do odd jobs. At first, the five yuan he gave her every month made her so happy that she could sleep with a grin on her face at night.
But when I got to the back, I found out that the couple next door to my house, despite being dirty and collecting rags every day, could make a lot of money, at least much more than her family.
However, in the past few days, the man had not been seen for several days. He only saw Shi Jiang alone, and now he saw Shi Jiang coming back alone carrying so many things, and he couldn't help but be curious.
When Shi Jiang saw Mrs. Liu poking her head, and the other people nearby with their ears pricked up, she secretly rolled her eyes. She was really nosy.
However, I have to live here for the next two days. If someone misunderstands that I have hidden something important in the rental house and breaks into my house, it will be more of a loss than a gain.
"Aunt Liu, it's not like you don't know what else I can bring back when I pick up tatters. Here, they are all collected books. I think I can make a few bucks by selling them to the scrapyard!"
Shi Jiang threw the snakeskin bag originally carried on his back to the ground, raising a layer of dust, and then quickly opened the mouth of the snakeskin bag, letting everyone take a closer look.
Magazines one after another.
When everyone heard what Shi Jiang said, they looked into the snakeskin bag and saw that it was indeed some books. They all curled their lips.
The least valuable things in the scrapyard are paper items. Even though Shi Jiang came back with several bags on his back, he probably wouldn't be able to sell them for more than a few dollars.
To collect this kind of thing, we might as well collect some scrap metal or something like that!
If it's just a few sacks of scrap metal, it's worth a lot of money.
However, Shi Jiang didn't expect that he would open the snakeskin bag so frankly and let them see it, and Mrs. Liu would still have a dubious expression on her face.
Shi Jiang's eyes couldn't help but turn cold. Was it because he had some evil thoughts after seeing her living alone for the past two days?
However, at times like this, when I have no money in my pocket, it is really not cost-effective to confront others head-on.
So, I simply opened the door and poured out all the magazines in the four snakeskin bags.
When Mrs. Liu saw it, Jiang emptied out the snakeskin bag. Sure enough, it was all books and nothing else was hidden. Then she turned around and went back to the house.
When Shi Jiang saw this, he didn't say much. He knelt down and quietly sorted the magazines by month, and stacked some repeated ones together.
When the base is about a foot high, tie the magazines into bundles with plastic ropes.
When she goes out to the stall in the evening, she can take out the bundled magazines directly from the snakeskin bag so that people who come to buy can browse them.
When Jiang sorted it out and took inventory, he found that there were seven hundred and twenty books.
If all these books can be sold, then one hundred and twenty yuan can be earned.
With this one hundred and twenty yuan, we can find a nice house to rent tomorrow.
Because of Mrs. Liu's behavior just now and the voyeuristic looks of the neighboring houses, Shi Jiang felt that she really couldn't stay in the rental house here for a whole day.