There's a garbage bin in my head

Chapter 1 Luo Jiu Collecting Waste
October 2020, 10, Meixian, an unknown small county on the 28th line.

In an alley, a handsome young man was doing something that didn't match his appearance at all.

It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and Luo Jiu was riding an electric tricycle that might fall apart at any moment, and was walking through the streets shouting to collect scraps.

The speaker repeatedly played: "Recycle old and broken home appliances at high prices, recycle refrigerators, washing machines, TVs, battery cars, motorcycles, old mobile phones, broken mobile phones, old computers, scrap copper, scrap iron, and recycle all kinds of waste items at high prices. "

The contents of the speakers are the recordings that Luo Jiu downloaded from the Internet to collect junk. There are several versions, and Luo Jiu will play them differently depending on his mood.

Inside the dilapidated carriage was a small bag of mineral water bottles, and a bicycle that was badly rusted. These were Luo Jiu's harvest after more than two hours out.

Today is not a weekend, nor is it a holiday, so after two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone should go to work or go to school, and there are not many people on the street.

But this didn't have much impact on Luo Jiu. Anyway, most of the people who sold scraps to him were old people, and it didn't matter if it was a weekend or not.

It's just that the business of collecting waste products is not very good today. After wandering around for a long time, the battery of the tricycle is almost exhausted, and there is not much harvest.

Luo Jiu was born in 22. He is [-] years old this year. He failed in the college entrance examination, and then entered a pheasant university in a daze. The tuition fees are extremely expensive.

After paying the tuition fee for one year, the principal and a group of leaders of the school who had only been in school for half a year disappeared, leaving behind a group of despondent students and teachers whose wages were owed.

Luo Jiu followed for more than half a month, and then was called back by his father. After collecting the waste products for a period of time, Luo Jiu went south with others.

After spending a few years outside, I ended up coming back no matter how I got there, wasting a few years of youth in vain.

After experiencing the life outside, Luo Jiu stopped thinking about going outside to mess around again, and simply followed his father to put away the waste products. It has been more than a month.

"Young man, I have an old TV set at home, do you want to take it?" An old man sitting outside a shop facing the street greeted Luo Jiu.

Luo Jiu pulled the tricycle to the side and stopped: "Grandpa, as long as it is recyclable, I will accept it. Is your TV in the store?"

"It's upstairs in the back. If you want, come with me and move it down. It's an old TV from before, and it's a bit heavy."

The old man got up and signaled Luo Jiu to follow him: "Push your car up, you can drive downstairs."

The old man babbled to Luo Jiu all the way: "This TV was fine, but my prodigal son insisted on wasting thousands of dollars to buy a new one. I don't think it's as comfortable as the old TV before. Now the TV in this TV People look short and fat, and they all look like they have a big mouth."

Luo Jiu didn't know whether the old man was really complaining, or showing off his son's filial piety to a stranger. He responded to the old man one after another, and soon arrived at the old man's home.

The old man lived on the second floor, some distance away from the main street.This area has been built for a while, the house is very big, but the house has obviously been renovated, and the TV for sale is placed in a corner of the balcony.

The TV to be sold is not the LCD TV that is common now, but the one with a big butt on the back. This kind of TV is rarely used except occasionally in rural areas. I can see it.

"This is the TV. How much can it sell for? The TV is still good. The sound and image are very clear. It can be used." The old man took away some things placed on the TV and said to Luo Jiu said.

Looking at such a TV, Luo Jiu knew the price: "Although the TV can still play, but now no one will buy such a TV, and I can only dismantle it and sell it for plastic, so now such a TV The TV is worthless, and I can only pay 50 yuan for this TV."

The old man swept the dust on the TV with a feather duster, and said with some reluctance: "Okay, 50 yuan is 50 yuan, but can you move it?"

"This weight is no problem." After Luo Jiu said that, he bent down and picked up the TV.

Not to mention, it was really a bit heavy. Fortunately, Luo Jiu had a lot of strength, and he was on the second floor, so he finally moved the TV to the tricycle before sweating.

"The young man has some strength and is a nice person. I have come here to collect scraps before. He only paid 20 yuan for such a big TV, and he asked an old man like me to help him carry it. Young man, you should be more practical." The old man took the hand from Luo Jiu. 50 yuan, he said with a smile.

"There are some old books, old newspapers and other miscellaneous things at home, do you accept them too?"

After getting Luo Jiu's affirmative answer, the old man opened a small utility room downstairs.

The old man must also be a relatively frugal person. All the paper packaging of electrical appliances and furniture at home are neatly packed, and some newspapers, magazines and books are also bundled separately, including those that cannot be used. Luo Jiu's originally empty tricycle was filled with broken pots and broken iron.

"The TV set has already been counted. These things are 177 yuan in total. I will round it up for you, 180 yuan. Grandpa, you count it. If it is correct, I will go first." Luo Jiu tied all the things with a rope. Everything was firmly tied to the tricycle, and then he counted 180 yuan from the wallet tied around his waist to the old man.

On the outskirts of the city not far from the county seat is where Luo Jiu's waste depot is located. It is a large yard covering an area of ​​more than an acre, where all the recycled waste products are piled up.

This is the scrap station and Luo Jiu's home. The two-story red brick building in the yard was built by Luo Jiu's father more than ten years ago. Later, because he wanted to put the scraps, he bought the land near the house. They were all put together and a wall was built to surround them.

As far back as I can remember, Luo Jiu lived here with his father Luo Bang and his sister Luo Jinyan. At first it was an old house with brick and wood structure, and later it was rebuilt into a red brick building.

Although collecting waste doesn't sound so nice, you can earn a lot of money.

Luo Jiu's house is not a big scrap yard, and it is not very difficult to make two hundred thousand yuan a year. You must know that the salary of ordinary office workers in the county is only about 3000 yuan a month.

The waste station makes money mainly not by going out to collect waste products in person, but by buying the waste products that others come to sell to make the difference.There are quite a few waste stations like Luo Jiu's around the county, and there are two in Xiaoyang Village.

Those who pick up waste in the garbage dumps and go to villages to recycle waste will choose to sell the waste they get to small waste stations like Luo Jiu and the others.

After the waste station takes back the waste, it simply sorts the waste and then resells it to a larger waste recycling company. The profit in this is not small at all.

Over the years, relying on the income from the scrap yard, Luo Jiu's family not only paid off their previous debts, but also saved a considerable amount of savings. Last year, they built a four-story building in the village.

The new house cost nearly 100 million yuan. During this time, Dad Luo Bang was busy with the decoration of the new house, and planned to move in for the New Year after the decoration was completed.

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