take an acre with you

In the summer of August, the sun was scorching, and the sun burned the earth. The whole earth seemed to be in a big furnace. It was so hot that it made people feel uncomfortable.

The nameless grass on both sides of the road droops and loses its vitality, and the leaves on the towering trees are curled up, which lacks the unique vitality in the morning. Under the big tree in the distance, a few khaki grass dogs lie on On the ground, wheezing, panting, looking listless.

Just after noon, which is the hottest time of the day, Cicadas kept chirping from the trees.

After lunch, in the sultry weather, people will inevitably start to feel irritable. Everyone went back to the house one after another, turned on the electric fan, the man was shirtless, enjoying the cool breeze, and the stuffiness in his heart gradually dissipated. Put on a long stool and sleep happily for an afternoon.

"Collect broken copper and rotten iron" [

"The sound of the horn suddenly resounded over Qingshi Village. Under the scorching sun, a shadow came from the flat gravel road in the distance. The sound of the horn was capable and real, and it alarmed the sleeping villagers and the few people at the entrance of the village. An old native dog that had shed hair, glanced at it casually, lay down on the ground again, half-closed his eyes, pricked up his ears, and panted heavily.

The high-pitched sound of the horn kept coming from a distance, and finally a red three-wheeled motorcycle appeared in the sky. It wobbled and bumped all the way to Qingshi Village, and stopped under the century-old camphor tree at the entrance of the village.

A muscular young man got off the motorcycle, turned off the horn, took off the big straw hat on his head, revealing a big crew cut, then took out a bottle of mineral water from the car bucket, poured it down in one breath, gurgling, and wiped it with his hands Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, he let out a long breath.

After drinking water and resting for a while, the young man regained his energy. Looking at the harvest in the cart, dozens of catties of rotten newspapers, twenty soy sauce bottles and more than 30 catties of scrap iron were taken to the scrap collection station. Fifty cents a catty of waste paper can be sold for at most 30 yuan, a soy sauce bottle is 50 cents, and the price of scrap iron is better, and it can be sold for about [-] yuan. All in all, the income is about [-] yuan.

The young man shook his head, not very satisfied with today's harvest, sitting on the stone slab of the big camphor tree, not in a hurry to enter the village.

The young man who appeared here to buy scraps was Zhang Xiaohu, 22 years old, who had just returned from the army.

Zhang Xiaohu is from Qingshan Village, Qingyuan Town. He didn't like to study since he was a child. He was mischievous and mischievous. Later, when the soldiers were inspected in the town, the family asked for help and sent Zhang Xiaohu to the army for reformation.

Joining the army as a soldier, the transformation took three years. Zhang Xiaohu came back from the army, and the army returned from another job. The county has not arranged anything. It took a month. I bought a second-hand three-wheeled motorcycle and started a business of collecting junk. I went out in the morning and came back in the evening.

Relying on trash collection to make ends meet, the family no longer worries about it, Zhang Xiaohu has become a trash collector in this area, he doesn’t care much about it, he can earn money if he has money, it’s not just hard work, he even survived as a soldier, he still cares about this .

Today's harvest is so-so, Zhang Xiaohu plans to take a trip to the village, maybe he can get some rags.

He took out the snakeskin bag from the car, hung it on his shoulder, took off the horn on the car, and walked into Qingshi Village against the scorching sun.

"Closed copper and rotten iron"

In places like the countryside and rural areas, people in the village like to wait for the junk to come to their door, and they will sell it if the price is right.

Since it is noon now, most of the villagers are taking a nap, and the scorching sun makes it difficult to work. Half of the village, Zhang Xiaohu's harvest is not good. The empty snakeskin bag is half full, and a few broken An iron pan and some plastic bottles.

Zhang Xiaohu came to this village for the first time. From the mouths of several villagers, there happened to be a junk collector who came here a few days ago, and there are not many things left in the village.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care, he knew that there were as many as seven or eight collectors in this area, no matter what the rags were, as long as they could be sold for money, they would all collect them, and Zhang Xiaohu was no exception.

Just last month, Zhang Xiaohu got lucky in Houtang Village and received a Qing Dynasty woodcarving from a family. He sold it for 800 yuan and only spent 50 yuan on it.

From then on, Zhang Xiaohu kept an eye on those old items, and he might find good ones. After some research, he found that these items are the most in rural areas, and they can be seen everywhere. If he is lucky, he will receive a few.

"Collect broken copper and rotten iron" [

Walking in the alley, it is cool, deserted, and very comfortable.

"Collect the tattered ones ahead, wait a minute!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Xiaohu stopped in his tracks. Looking back, he saw a 50-[-]-year-old woman walking out of the alley. She looked Zhang Xiaohu up and down and was quite satisfied. How much do you charge?"

"Thirty-five pig iron."

"Do you want the old steel wire on the tire?" the aunt continued to ask.

"Yes, but the price of this item is not easy to sell, at most fifteen cents!"

The aunt was very satisfied with this answer, and walked towards her home with her.

Zhang Xiaohu spent two months collecting trash, and summed up a lot of experience. To these aunts, he must answer satisfactorily, and the things will be easy to collect, and it will be easier to do business next time.

Things like scrap iron are the best for sale, Zhang Xiaohu doesn't mind going over to have a look.

Zhang Xiaohu followed the aunt into a courtyard next to the alley. In rural areas, this kind of earthen house courtyard is the most common place, which exudes a rural atmosphere.

"Look at these things, what's the price!"

The aunt took Zhang Xiaohu to the grocery room in the side room of the courtyard, but didn't enter the door, a damp smell came over her face, obviously no one took care of it for a long time.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look and talk, the price won't let you suffer!"

Walking into the grocery room, it was chilly, and Zhang Xiaohu bent down and began to check.

"These are all good things. I didn't even sell them to the trash collectors when they came here last time." The aunt said, "I hear your accent, it seems to be someone from around here?"

"Auntie, you have a good eye. It's the best deal for you to sell these things to me. I'm from Qingshan Village nearby. I'm a well-known good person in the village. I will never cheat you, cheat others, and I won't cheat the same town. Yes, it’s hard for those outlanders, they can sell it to me for twenty-five cents of scrap iron, you’ve found the right person!” Zhang Xiaohu said half-truthfully, this method of slandering others , which he himself often uses.

"You're right, those out-of-towners just like to lie, but I'm the real one!" The aunt agreed with Zhang Xiaohu's words, her tone changed, and she was no longer as difficult to contact as before.

While talking and inspecting, Zhang Xiaohu quickly checked the waste products on the ground, and kept calculating the price in his mind, how to earn more money.

"That's >

Zhang Xiaohu counted the waste products, and suddenly saw a bronze ring rolled out of the debris.

The aunt hurried in, picked it up and took a look, and finally found that it was not a good thing. She threw it on the ground and didn't take it as something. "This is a copper ring made by the old man with copper coins. Who still uses this thing now?"

Zhang Xiaohu picked it up and saw that it was indeed made of a copper coin. He also had one at home, but the shape was a little different. [

Just as he was about to throw it away, a ray of light flashed on the surface of the bronze ring, and then disappeared.

Zhang Xiaohu was puzzled, could it be that he was delusional.

Hold it in your hand and look it over carefully, it is an ordinary ring, it is made of Kangxi Tongbao, there is nothing special about it, Zhang Xiaohu can clearly see the golden light that flashed just now.

Seeing that the bronze ring was not bad, Zhang Xiaohu thought about taking it back to make it right, and put the ring on his hand casually, but the aunt didn't care, the bronze ring really didn't look good, no one in the countryside had this kind of thing.

Zhang Xiaohu buried himself in counting the waste products on the ground, and quickly quoted his own price. After the two of them negotiated, the aunt readily sold all the waste products on the ground to Zhang Xiaohu.

The aunt didn't pay much attention to this bronze ring. These were all worthless things back then, and she happily let the tattered ones take them away.

It took a long time to work, and Zhang Xiaohu was sweating profusely, loading waste products, large and small, on the car.

"Chila!"

Zhang Xiaohu is very strong, 1.8 meters tall. He grabbed a large group of steel wires on the ground with both hands and put them on the car. Who would have thought that the broken steel wire accidentally cut a small hole in his left arm, and blood flowed.

The blood fell, along the arm, and quietly landed on the bronze ring on the left hand, the golden light flashed, the blood was swallowed, Zhang Xiaohu didn't notice it at all.

These small injuries often occur in the army, Zhang Xiaohu is used to not paying attention to them, he quickly loaded the waste into the car and left Qingshi Town.

……

"Mom, I'm back!"

In front of the door of the house, Zhang Xiaohu stopped the tricycle, and walked into the house with a smile, carrying a lively big-headed fish that he bought.

Back then, Zhang Xiaohu was ignorant and caused trouble everywhere, which really made his family sad. Since he became a soldier, he knew how naive things were, and he often felt guilty and sorry for his parents. something.

"Xiaohu, how many times has Mom told you, don't buy things randomly. There are things at home. It's not easy to earn money now. You have to save to marry a wife. Why can't you remember!"

Li Wenying was cutting pitcher plants in the yard, and glared at her son. Since returning from serving as a soldier, her personality has completely changed. She often bought some meat, which made her helpless, and her son couldn't remember each time.

"Mom, a fish isn't worth much!" Zhang Xiaohu smiled, he was used to his mother's nagging and was very warm.

Zhang Xiaohu put the big-headed fish in the big wooden basin, then fetched a bucket of water from the well, washed his face, the heat all over his body was replaced by a cool feeling.

"Brother, eat watermelon!"

The little girl Zhang Xiaoyu ran out from the back room, holding a piece of watermelon in her hand, Zhang Xiaohu took it unceremoniously, took a bite, and opened her mouth icily, the feeling of being chilled, the heat dissipated, and her whole body felt relieved.

How could Zhang Xiaohu not know about the younger sister's hospitality? He must want to eat boiled fish. His own younger sister likes this dish the most. She usually doesn't have such good intentions to come out to give watermelon.

"If big brother doesn't buy fish and comes back, will there be no watermelon to eat?" Zhang Xiaohu joked.

Zhang Xiaoyu stared, and ran to Li Wenying, "Mom, look, brother is bullying me again!"

For his younger sister who is in the third year of high school, Zhang Xiaohu has always had a headache.

……

Dinner was boiled fish, and the family enjoyed it very much.

Because Zhang Xiaohu went to the army back then, the family spent a lot of money, and Zhang Xiaoyu was studying in a key high school in the county, the life of the family has always been tight, but there is warmth everywhere.

Zhang Xiaohu often comes back from shopping outside, just to solve his living conditions.

After eating dinner, watching TV, and taking a cold shower, Zhang Xiaohu went back to his room.

The house at home is a two-story concrete house, where parents sleep downstairs, and Zhang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaoyu's single room above.

After a tiring day, Zhang Xiaohu lay on the bed, thinking about going to the places where he was going to collect trash tomorrow.

"It's better to go to Qinghe Village tomorrow."

Zhang Xiaohu didn't make a good decision, the ring on his hand suddenly became hot, and a golden light suddenly appeared, dazzling and piercing, covering Zhang Xiaohu on the bed, and the next moment, Zhang Xiaohu on the bed disappeared without a trace.