"Yuemin, the car is coming!"

Zhong Yuemin was already waiting on the sidelines, "Be quiet!"

"No, what kind of treasure do you want to pack, and let me drive the car?" asked the fat man in a low voice.

"Of course it's a baby!" Zhong Yuemin smiled proudly, "Have you removed the seat in the back of the car?"

"It's been dismantled, it's taken a lot of effort!" the fat man rubbed his arm and complained.

"Okay, go in later, you are the staff of the scrap yard next to our house, and I will sell you something!" Zhong Yuemin looked left and right.

"I understand, acting! I understand!" said the fat man, and as he said he unbuttoned his clothes and messed up his hair, "It's a little bit more like that." ”

"Just play with it, hold on for a while, don't tell me to leak your mouth!" Zhong Yuemin said before entering the door, not that he was not worried about the big mouth, but because he was interested in these sacks of treasures.

Qian Fat said: "Look at me!"

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Seeing Zhong Yuemin enter the house, Zhang Jin asked, "Yuemin, is the scrap collector here?"

"It's coming. Have you packed up?"

"It's been packed up a long time ago, except for a few textbooks, I have to dispose of all the other books, it's a pity!" Liu Guoqiang held the book in his hand and said regretfully.

"You also regret that these books are feudal dross and capitalist poisonous weeds, and it is more appropriate to send them to the paper mill for reuse and benefit the people!"

Zhong Yuemin introduced: "This is the scrap station next to our house, Comrade Hu Dawei. ”

"Oh, Comrade Hu Dawei, hello! Hello!" Liu Guoqiang and Zhang Jin stood up and said hello.

Qian Fatzi tapped his chin twice, which was regarded as a greeting, and his eyes kept glued to the books in the warehouse, "Yuemin, I can see your face and get up from the bed at night, if you have less waste, I won't do it!"

"It must be indispensable, where am I embarrassed to find you without it?" Zhong Yuemin laughed with him, "There are all books in this half of the warehouse, is it enough?"

"So-so. The fat man glanced at it, and then pointed to the rows of bookshelves next to him, "Plus these are barely enough." ”

"Alas······ Comrade Hu, these can't be sold!" Zhang Jin hurriedly stopped him, "These are all books from the school's collection, if they are really sold, they will have to be sold in a big basket!"

"Cut!" Qian Fat glanced at Zhang Jin contemptuously, "I usually take the entire library away, what are these?"

"Huh?" Liu Guoqiang exclaimed, "The entire library of books is sold for scrap?"

"Of course, you have time to go to our scrap yard warehouse to take a look, the two basketball courts are the size of a place, all piled up, and a lot of books are rotten!" Qian Fatzi had a look that Liu Guoqiang felt rare and strange.

Liu Guoqiang opened his mouth in surprise, he didn't know what to say, and felt very sorry for those books that were sold for scrap.

Zhong Yuemin saw that Qian Fat Man played too well, so he hurriedly interjected: "Comrade Hu, what price do you charge for this book." ”

"Well, the flat price is one cent. ”

"Isn't it one and a half?" Zhang Jin couldn't help but say loudly.

The fat man didn't raise his eyelids, "You pack it up, send it to the scrap station for one and a half cents, and I'll come to the door for one and a two." ”

Zhang Jin retorted: "Why is this? Shouldn't your scrap yard be convenient for the masses?"

"It's convenient for the masses to come to the door in the middle of the night, my labor is worthless?" Qian Fat said, "If it weren't for Yuemin's face, I wouldn't be able to come at all, just one or two, if you want to sell it, you can sell it, if you don't sell it, I'll leave?"

"Comrade Hu, Comrade Hu, don't be angry!" Zhong Yuemin hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the fat man who was about to leave, "You are here, how inappropriate it is to go back empty-handed, just help us collect such a book!"

"It depends on your face!" Qian Fatzi's face changed quite quickly, and as soon as Zhong Yuemin pulled it, he retorted: "I will accept these books, I can't really come for nothing, right?"

The philistine's face was vividly expressed by him, and Zhong Yuemin gave him a thumbs up in his heart.

"Then you will give me another face, this purchase price is a little more, one cents and two is too little, we can't explain to others!" Zhong Yuemin was happy in his heart, and his face was miserable.

"After a long time, you are also helping others?" Qian Fatzi said in surprise: "Yuemin, I didn't say you, why are you wasting all this energy?

"Oh, I can't help my friends!

"That's okay, I'll take it for you like this, I'll take it, but there's one!" Qian Fat looked embarrassed on his face.

You say. ”

"You guys get into the car yourself, I don't interfere. Qian Fat Man hugged his arms and said with a shelf.

"Okay, okay! Let's move, you rest!" Zhong Yuemin smiled on his lips, and he had already scolded his mother in his heart, the grandson of the fat man!

Zhong Yuemin, Zhang Jin and Liu Guoqiang were tired and tired of carrying all the books to the car, and the fat man paid the money, patted his butt and got into the car and left.

Zhang Jin rubbed his shoulder, "Yuemin, this guy is really in tatters?"

"Yes, how can there be a car that is in tatters? It seems that it is still a military plate?" Liu Guoqiang also felt a little incredible.

"His father is the head of the army, so it's normal to drive a car!" Zhong Yuemin smiled.

"Can't you, right? can the chief's son collect the rags?" Zhang Jin's eyes widened.

Liu Guoqiang corrected: "He is an employee of the scrap collection station, not a collector of rags." ”

"Then don't you dare to think about it! Have you ever seen that high-ranking kid go to work at a scrap yard?" Zhang Jin said excitedly.

"Not really. Liu Guoqiang thought about it and reluctantly admitted it.

The corners of Zhong Yuemin's mouth twitched, "Maybe people are interested in hobbies." ”

Zhang Jin and Liu Guoqiang turned their heads to look at Zhong Yuemin in unison, "This can also be a hobby?"

"Why can't it, isn't it boring to eat and drink at home every day and wait for death? Zhong Yuemin said nonsense: "Besides, how easy is the work of the scrap station? The wind can't blow, the rain can't hit, and you can walk if you don't want to go to work, how good!"

"Listen to what Yuemin said, I want to collect scrap!" Liu Guoqiang suddenly sighed.

Zhang Jin asked, "Is it not necessary to apply for an assignment to work at a scrap yard?"

"Probably not. ”

"Then don't we have to study?" asked Liu Guoqiang again.

"Doesn't it look good to hang duck eggs on the red list?"

"We're all going to collect scrap, what's not to look at?" Liu Guoqiang muttered as he looked into the distance.

"Also, I'm a little hungry, let's go to the cafeteria for some food?" Zhang Jin proposed.

"Well, I'm hungry too, let's go together. ”

Saying that, the two of them walked away, leaving Zhong Yuemin alone in the cold wind, "Who is this who wants to come to the library to study?"

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"Fatty, what did you get back?"

Before Zhong Yuemin entered the house, the voice had already arrived, and he saw the jeep parked at the door, thinking that the fat man was still in the house.

As a result, the little hand said: "The fat brother has already left." ”

"Where did he go?" Zhong Yuemin immediately said again: "No matter where he goes, what about my things?"

"Those bags of marijuana are all in you and me!"

"Oh, the fat man is quite reliable, if something goes wrong a little, I can't spare him!" Zhong Yuemin said and walked briskly to the room.

The little hand followed: "Brother Yuemin, what the hell is it?

"When the fat man moved back, you didn't look at it?"

"No, the fat brother won't let me interfere like a baby, and I'm panting when I move alone!"

"Then I'll let you see these treasures of mine!" Zhong Yuemin pretended to mysteriously slowly untie the rope on the sack.

When the little hand saw so many books, his eyes widened suddenly, "Why are there so many books?"

"Hehe, it's a baby, right?" Zhong Yuemin smiled smugly.

"What a treasure!" the little hand picked up the book and picked it up.

"Brother Yuemin, what kind of language is this?" asked the little hand, picking up a yellow book.

"This is an English book, it tells the story of the revenge of the Count of Monte Cristo, and it is very beautiful. Zhong Yuemin glanced at it and replied.

The little hand looked at Zhong Yuemin with admiration, "Brother Yuemin, how do you know everything?"

"If you study hard, you know. Zhong Yuemin said: "I'm contacting the school for you, it's already a bit eyebrow-raising!"

"Really?" said Little Hand, overjoyed, "Is there really a school willing to accept me?"

"Of course, the Yuying school I went to before said that it was willing to accept you, as long as you can get a good score in the entrance exam. Zhong Yuemin looked at the little hands dancing happily and said with a smile.

"Great! I can really go to school!" the little hand music blossomed, and it was so excited that it went around the room.

"Don't be too happy, the old headmaster said that he would arrange an entrance test for you to see which grade you will put in. Zhong Yuemin reminded: "You must not fall into the first grade with a seven or eight-year-old child." ”

"That's impossible!" Xiao Shou immediately denied, "No matter how bad I am, I won't get mixed up in the first grade!"

"It's not going to be the best, I'll give you a heads-up. Zhong Yuemin smiled secretly in his heart, he didn't expect that his little hands would have such a time, he usually looked so calm, and finally he was in a hurry!

Xiaoshou also helped Zhong Yuemin sort out the books in the sack, and asked coldly, "Brother Yuemin, what is the entrance test?"

"What to learn, what to test. Zhong Yuemin looked at the book and replied casually.

"What exactly did you learn?"

"Are you asking about elementary school, or junior high school?"

"What are the exams in elementary school?"

"Language and Mathematics. ”

"What about junior high school?"

"Chinese, Mathematics, Foreign Languages, Politics, Geography, History, Physics, Biology, Chemistry. Zhong Yuemin reported one by one, "That's probably it." ”

"Why are there so many?" said the little hand's face whitened.

"What's wrong? Nervous?"

"No, no. Xiaoshou shook his head, "It's just that I haven't studied a lot of homework, and I don't know what to test." ”

"It's okay, learn!" Zhong Yuemin said: "The books in the cabinet are the textbooks I used, and there are textbooks from the first grade to the third year of junior high school, you can take a good look." ”

"Hey!"

By the time Zhong Yuemin turned around, the person had already run away.