1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 217 Yanchuan's Small Junk Store 【Subscription】

Time flies, and another two weeks have passed. Lu Yao also temporarily left the crew because he had to create the masterpiece "The Ordinary World".

Luo Tao occasionally went to the filming site to watch, but after watching too much, he felt that he lost much interest.

The couple had sex twice, which was considered to have solved the pain of long separation.

After staying for a long time, they wanted to go out for a walk. Seeing that the weather was not too hot, the four of them took the donkey cart of Uncle Ma's family in the village and arrived in the countryside.

"Uncle Ma, please have a cigarette. We agreed that we will be here waiting for you around four o'clock. You can't forget us."

Luo Tao got off the donkey cart and was busy handing out cigarettes and fire to Uncle Ma. You always have to have an attitude when asking for help.

"Hehehe! Okay, Comrade Luo, don't worry, the old man will never forget this."

Uncle Ma took the cigarette with a holder, with a thick smile on his face, and his big, rough hands with holes in them trembled a little obviously when holding the cigarette.

Now the countryside is on the road to reform, and every household has benefited from the new policy.But this is just the beginning, life is getting better!It’s not time to really eat good noodles yet.

Most of the older generation in rural areas do not have the luxury to smoke cigarettes with holders. They still mainly smoke tobacco bags and cigarettes, and occasionally smoke cigarettes with handles.

"Well, I wish you a prosperous business today."

"Hahaha! I'd like to lend you auspicious words. You're busy, so I'll go over there first. Hey, come on."

After Uncle Ma drove away in the donkey cart, Luo Tao and Wang Lao were looking for their hobbies on the streets of the township.

Just as a few people were wandering on the street, an old man pulled a pallet truck into Luo Tao's sight.

Yo!Isn't this a peer?I have to say hello and say goodbye to the pier.

If you want to buy something good now, you really have to start with them.

Luo Tao trotted over, and went to talk to him without stepping forward.

He was seen rolling up his trouser legs, wearing a pair of cloth shoes that were so dusty that the original color could no longer be seen, and a sleeveless white vest with rolled-up hems and several cuts.

It was baggy. Due to wearing it for a long time, the white vest was almost transparent after washing, and the flesh color could be faintly seen.

He passed by Luo Tao without even looking at him, just like a normal passerby, "collecting wine bottles, old newspapers, paper sheets, scrap metal..."

This is the difference between him and Luo Tao. This hawking sound is particularly local, without the charm of the capital city. The sound is particularly bright and long, lingering on the street for a long time.

His hawking business covers a wide range of businesses, but he still focuses on domestic physical waste.Scrap collection was in the 80s, and one of the few businesses that dared to call it out in the streets.

Because waste collection really contributes to the "Four Modernizations" and no one cares about it. Another reason is that this profession is often not looked down upon.

I would rather be a second-rate dealer than collect scraps.

After the junkyards were canceled in the 90s, many people made a fortune collecting scraps.

Luo Tao saw him gradually pulling the car away, but did not go up to talk to him.

"What's wrong you boy?"

Mr. Wang came over and looked at Luo Tao, who was standing there stunned, and asked him.

"Oh, it's nothing. Let's follow him and check out the junkyard here."

When Luo Tao heard Mr. Wang talking to him, he quickly woke up from his imagination. He didn't know whether he was fascinated by his loud hawking voice or thinking about the three years he spent at the junkyard when he first returned to the city.

"Hey! You're smart, there are treasures in this place." After saying that, the four of them followed the man from a distance, not even a few miles away. The man seemed to have discovered something, and his speed increased a lot. Start heading towards the crowded alley.

The four of them were going around in circles, and they were really fooled by him. They saw that his cart was pulling more and more goods, but he had no intention of going to the junkyard to sell them.

I can't help but feel a little anxious. Although it's not too hot today, I can't stand being ignored by him.

Then they followed him into a wide alley. He turned around the corner and disappeared. Luo Tao and Mr. Wang looked at each other. Hurry up. After following him for so long, we can't let him run away now.

Walking over quickly, it suddenly became clear that the hard work paid off, and finally found a small local second-hand goods store, which can also be called a scrap yard.

In fact, most of them are waste products. Although the junk yard where Luo Tao used to work also collects waste products, the working environment there is still very clean and tidy.

This place is dirty and messy in one word, and there will be a pungent smell from time to time.

This is a large courtyard with no fixed door. There are only three people in the courtyard, and the one among them was followed by Luo Tao.

They were weighing the goods and conducting transactions. Before Luo Tao and the others entered the hospital, the fat man standing in the distance listening to the transaction looked over.

He was holding a large porcelain tea vat in his hand, and he was dressed in a decent manner.

"Hi! What are you doing?" He said and walked over here.

The two people who were trading also looked over, and the scrap collector whispered a few words to the buyer.

He put down the abacus and notebook in his hands and followed the fat man over.

"Hello, let's take a look. It's nothing else, let's smoke a cigarette."

When Luo Tao saw their posture, it didn't look like a fight but it was more like a fight. He walked up to them with a smile, took out his Dadao brand cigarettes and handed them to the fat man holding the teapot first.

Hua Zi shouldn't think about it anymore, he's already been flattered by Gu Changwei.

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. The fat man didn't react much and took it naturally.

"This smoke is good. Judging from the accents, they must not be locals?... These are all rags. They are not only dirty but also smelly. What's so good about it?"

"We are all out-of-towners and like to collect some old gadgets. I heard that you have some here, so we wanted to come and have a look. I wonder if we can go in and have a look."

The fat man was smoking a cigarette, and his big copper bell-like eyes looked up and down at Luo Tao and the others. They didn't look like rich people in their clothes, but they couldn't be poor either.

He came back and looked at the cigarette in his mouth again, then smiled and said: "Hello, my surname is Sun, and I am the person in charge here. Since some of you are interested, come in and have a look!"

"Hello, Leader Sun, thank you very much."

After entering the courtyard, he smiled at the person who had followed him all the way, handed him a cigarette, and was polite.

He continued to deal, while Luo Tao and Mr. Wang entered the house under the leadership of the fat man. It was more like a shed than a house.

It was surrounded by pillars with no walls, but wooden piles with a roof on them.

"Guys, take a look at these old things. Are they what you want?"

Fatty Sun led Luo Tao and the others to a pile of broken copper and iron, and casually pointed to that place with his hand.

The idea was to let Luo Tao and the others see for themselves.

(End of this chapter)