Although the "plagiarism incident" was a very serious matter at the time, but on Lin Hong, everyone took it for granted, and then the school did not pursue the matter again, and as time went by, everyone gradually put this matter behind, and Lin Hong also resumed his previous habit when he took the exam and handed in a blank paper.

Lin Hong is an absolute exception in school, if he doesn't do his homework and hand in a blank paper, this is a very serious matter, if it were someone else, he would have been expelled a long time ago.

Lin Hong's homeroom teacher had long wanted to kick this guy who dragged the whole class back home, but he didn't dare, because when Lin Hong entered the school, he was personally brought over by the principal, and he also told her in private to take care of and bear with her.

Many teachers in the school know something about this matter, and the reason is that the principal is also an educated youth from the countryside, but because he married a local wife, the educated youth stayed when he returned to his hometown. At the beginning, the principal and Lin Hong's mother were from the same place.

Of course, the maverick Lin Hong naturally doesn't know these things, and he still lives a solitary life.

Recently, Lin Hong was a little depressed, because he had read the books left by his mother many times, and he could recite them with his eyes closed. Therefore, he had to terminate the great plan to go to the car and wood factory at night to "steal light and read books".

Reading with a bunch of fools during the day, he thought it was boring enough, but at night it was even more boring, and he couldn't close his eyes all night, so these days, he was looking here and there, trying to find something interesting to do.

The radio in the treasure chest had been dismantled by him many times, but every time he saw the circuit boards inside, he stopped in moderation, because he was worried that he would accidentally break the contents and cause trouble for future repairs.

Today is the weekend, there is no work in the car factory, and my father came home from work early in the car and wood factory.

From afar, Lin Hong, who was sitting in a daze at the door of the house, saw that his father was carrying something special in his hand today.

When my father came to him, I saw him throw the thing in his hand on the ground.

"Boom!"

The thing landed with a crisp thud.

"Dad, what is this?" Lin Hong asked curiously.

"A piece of scrap iron in the factory, it's useless in the factory, I brought it back."

Lin Changming was covered with sawdust at the moment, he came to the well in the yard, and began to fetch water and take off his clothes for a shower.

"Scrap metal?"

Lin Hong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly ran over and lifted it up in his hand to look east and west.

Lin Changming couldn't help laughing when he saw his son's movements, he scooped a scoop of water with a melon scoop and poured it directly on his body, and said: "Stinky boy, you take this to Lao Xutou, he specially collects this, and he asks for five cents." ”

"Five cents!"

Hearing that this thing could be sold for money, Lin Hong was even more happy. Five cents can buy a lot of things, and when he thinks of the sour plum powder and big bubble gum in the village chief's store, his saliva keeps secreting.

Thinking of this, Lin Hong immediately limped out of the yard with scrap iron, and then only heard him whistling, and the earth dog who was taking a nap in the yard immediately wagked his tail and followed.

Looking at his son's distant back, Lin Changming showed a somewhat guilty look in his eyes:

"Xiaohong, following my father has made you suffer...... She's always wanted you to come over, but the way you are now, will you be okay over there? ”

Lin Changming did not tell his wife about Lin Hong's injury, although the two sides have not broken off contact over the years, but there are many letters from there, and he has received few letters, and every time he writes, he does not tell his son.

Although the outside world is very exciting, Lin Changming doesn't think that it belongs to Lin Hong.

At the head of Heiyan Village, next to the country road leading to the county seat, there lives an old man who collects waste, as for the name, Lin Hong doesn't know, only knows that everyone calls him Lao Xutou.

In Lin Hong's impression, Lao Xu Tou used to often come out to collect waste products, but for more than a year, he rarely saw it.

Old Xu Tou's home is not far from Lin Hong's home, Lin Hong has been to his father a few times before, but he is familiar with the way.

He soon came to a courtyard full of dilapidated items, although there were many scraps here, but because of the large area, there was no strange smell. Moreover, Lao Xu Tou usually likes to tidy up flowers and plants, and the whole yard is full of all kinds of flowers and trees.

Of course, this is just Lin Hong's general feeling, at a young age, he naturally doesn't know what space utilization is and what architectural layout is.

There are many kinds of things in the yard, and Lin Hong has a feeling of treasure exploration every time he comes here, in his eyes, these things are not garbage, but treasures waiting for him to explore and excavate.

Scrap metal, scrap plastics, scrap tires, scrap electronic components and equipment......

Lin Hong was a little dizzying along the way, stopping to watch from time to time, and sometimes he even wanted to take a screw cap in his hand to play with it.

"Huh? Why isn't Grandpa Xu here? ”

When the whole courtyard came to the end, Lin Hong didn't find Lao Xutou's figure, and couldn't help but feel very strange, after all, the gate was open.

Eventually, he came to the bottom of a large canopy, most of what he had seen outside before were things that could be placed in the open air, not afraid of the sun and rain, and inside this canopy, most of them were paper waste, such as waste newspapers, waste cartons, and waste magazines and books.

"So many books?"

Seeing the mountain-like paper products, and there were some thick books among them, Lin Hong's eyes couldn't help but light up, he immediately put the iron in his hand on the ground, and then walked quickly to the "hill", squatted down, and began to look for something he was interested in.

Lin Hong quickly searched for it, although most of the books here were remnants with many parts missing, but he had a feeling of being deeply shocked, his heart beat faster, and his breathing became a little short.

He had been to this scrapyard before, but he had only been outside for a short time and had never noticed that all the good things were here.

Lin Hong flipped through many copies in a row, and finally a magazine cover that was so broken that only half of it was left attracted his attention, there was a black strip of electronic components on the cover, and on both sides of the black strip, there were two rows of neat stitches, Lin Hong remembered very clearly, there were many such things in his radio.

"China Radio?"

Lin Hong looked at the name of the magazine, and there was some expectation in his heart.

He flipped open the cover and began to read slowly, just as there was an article on the history of radio in front of him.

"The history of radio has been more than 100 years now, and at the end of the nineteenth century, a large number of geniuses emerged in the Western world, among which the greatest contribution to radio was a Scotsman, his name was Maxwell......"

Lin Hong quickly immersed himself in the narrative of this article, and for the first time he had a vague concept of such a magical thing as "radio". In his mind, it was as if a picture of history had appeared, and those great and outstanding figures in the history of radio had appeared one after another.

It's a pity that this magazine didn't know why it was "cut in half", he could only see half of each page, and then he had to start from another page, although there were so many faults in it, Lin Hong was still fascinated by it.

"Ahem......"

Lin Hong's ears suddenly heard two coughing sounds.

Lin Hong was suddenly startled, and the magazine in his hand fell to the ground.

"Grandpa Xu."

I don't know when, the old Xu Tou of the scrap station is already standing behind him.

I saw that he was wearing a blue worker's uniform at the moment, with a white cotton mesh glove in his hand, and the side of his palm was already pitch black.

Lin Hong hurriedly stood up, then picked up the piece of iron on the ground, and explained:

"I'm here to sell scrap metal."