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The first one and the second one walked into the Xinhua Bookstore. The bookstore was not big. Looking at it, Lin Qian found that except for the clerk, there was no one else there.

The clerk sat behind a long cabinet and read the newspaper carefully. Lin Qian didn't put the newspaper down to look at them after she came in.

Well, the main focus of business these days is self-service shopping.

After holding Maomao's hand and walking around, Lin Qian discovered that most of the books in Xinhua Bookstore were the works of Mao Zedong, as well as the works of Marx, Engels and others.

However, there are also some professional books, such as wheat planting manual, earthen kang technology, etc.

It shouldn’t be. Although this movement has swept the country, it is not a backwater on a cultural level.

A monument in the history of Chinese animation, it is talked about by countless animation fans, and the familiar "Havoc in Heaven" should have been released by now.

Lin Qian remembers that it was a two-dimensional animated film produced by Shanghai Art Film Studio, because in 2012, she also watched the version of "Havoc in Heaven 3D". After watching it, she wrote comments online and saw other netizens' popular science. , so she remembered this very clearly.

And those comic books about little people should have come out at the same time. One year when her client was chatting with her, she said that she spent hundreds of thousands to take a set of little people's books published in 60 and take them home for collection. childhood memories.

"Hello, comrade, are there any comic books for children?" Lin Qian asked the newspaper.

A minute later, the newspaper slowly lifted a corner, revealing a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He looked at Lin Qian and replied unhurriedly: "There are only so many books. The little people's books you want are all in short supply in Harbin." goods!"

Lin Qian thought for a while, took out two candies from her pocket and put them on the table.

The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses and whispered: "What do you want to do, lesbian! I won't accept your sugar-coated bullets!"

Then don't take the candy so fast with your hands! Lin Qian's mouth twitched. It was a pity that this person didn't become a magician. Without her noticing, the candy on the table was gone.

"Comrade, I just want to ask where else I can find books for children? Can I order them directly from the publishing house?"

"Order? What is it? The publishing house is directly connected to the province. If you want it, go to the rag collection place to try your luck and see if there is any." After saying that, the man picked up the newspaper and Covering the face.

"Comrade, thank you!" Lin Qian led Maomao out of the bookstore, the place where rags are collected?

Hey, why didn’t I think of that place before? Lin Qian suddenly became excited. It was the scrap recycling depot where if she was lucky, she would be able to find countless precious antiques!

It is a must-visit place for many protagonists. Calligraphy and painting toys are thrown everywhere, gold, silver and jewelry are hidden in secret boxes. At least one box of gold bars must be harvested!

After finding an aunt to ask about the location, Lin Qian took Maomao straight to the waste recycling station.

When she walked to the door, Maomao shook Lin Qian's hand and said, "Sister, it smells a bit here."

Lin Qian also felt a little uncomfortable, but after coming, she could only comfort herself: "This is the smell of money decaying."

After entering the door, the smell became more obvious, as if something rotten was fermenting. Fortunately, it was winter.

Lin Qian looked at the sign hanging above, which said to recycle broken glass, bones, scrap copper and iron, orange peels, almonds, used newspapers and periodicals, and broken shoe covers.

After looking around the yard, Lin Qian chose to remain silent and just pretend that she had no life.

"Sister, what are you doing here?" An aunt wearing a black cotton-padded jacket came out of the house and asked.

Lin Qian smiled and asked, "Auntie, someone said there is a little book here, right?"

The aunt looked Lin Qian up and down. This girl had never been here before, and asked her: "Did the person from Xinhua Bookstore ask you to come?"

Lin Qian was startled and replied: "Yes, we just came from Xinhua Bookstore."

"Come in, that's my house."

After the aunt took them into the house, she gestured with her fingers and said, "You can find it yourself. Newspapers cost two cents a pound. Books are more expensive, five cents."

The room was very large, and the floor was filled with old newspapers and various books. Lin Qian saw dark red traces on the book leaf not far away, and took a deep breath. She hoped that she was overthinking.

"You came at the right time. The things in this house will be tied up and taken away the day after tomorrow."

Lin Qian smiled bitterly. She came at the wrong time. This place was in a mess and it must have been turned over several times.

Letting Maomao sit on the stool, Lin Qian went into the newspaper mountain to select among the books alone. She found some useful ones, including three hundred Tang poems, the origin of numbers, and a few tattered comic books.

After walking around a pile of books and periodicals, Lin Qian discovered that there was a young man in the room who should have arrived before them, squatting on the ground and reading a book.

The two strangers looked at each other and looked away silently.

Then Lin Qian discovered that the young man might have noticed some of the little books she was holding, and always intentionally or unintentionally placed the little books he had opened around her.

"Comrade, thank you!" Lin Qian expressed her gratitude to him generously. The other party nodded and said nothing.

They are so familiar with each other. It seems that this young man has been looking here for a long time. Sure enough, there are many good people in this era, Lin Qian secretly praised in her heart.

After another hour of picking, Lin Qian planned to leave. She couldn't let Maomao wait around alone.

The aunt took a few newspapers and tied up the books and newspapers Lin Qian selected, packed them separately and weighed them. The total cost here was only fifty cents.

Lin Qian thought that she would try to find a way to go to the primary school in the county and see if she could spend money to buy a set of teaching materials. She and Gao Xiao'an would teach Maomao at home, so it should be no problem.

After putting the books back in the room, Lin Qian and Maomao went to a state-owned hotel for lunch. They packed a piece of braised pork and took it back to eat with Gao Xiaoan in the evening. Although the food in the guest house was cheap, it was not cheap.

In the afternoon, Lin Qian spread a few newspapers on the corridor, then spread out all the books she picked today and placed them on them, letting them bask in the sun for disinfection.

That night, Gao Xiaoan entered the room with Chi Yuyuan, who came to make up notes.

After seeing the braised pork and white flour pancakes on the table, Chi Yuyuan swallowed, and then Lin Qian stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her and happily ate with Gao Xiaoan.

At this time, Liu Haitao was also eating braised pork, and this was what he liked.

Unlike Lin Qian who brought it back to eat in a lunch box, the plate of braised pork on his table was made on the spot by Master Li of the state-owned restaurant. It took less than a minute from the time it was taken out of the pot to the time it was put on the table.

"Director, I'll go back first, and you can eat slowly!" A stout middle-aged man came out of the kitchen, bending slightly to talk to Liu Haitao.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for troubling you, Master Li. Your skills are amazing! I've never tasted such delicious braised pork in Harbin!"

Liu Haitao stood up and held Master Li's hand. The cook's hand was still a little oily after being washed with soap, but he held it vigorously as if he didn't feel it.

Li Hongliang was a little excited, "I, Old Li, are not bragging. This braised pork recipe is a recipe passed down from generation to generation in my family. My ancestors also served as royal chefs and served the emperor!"

"Bah, look at my mouth!" If his hand hadn't been held by Liu Haitao, Li Hongliang would have wanted to slap himself in the mouth. At what time is it that he thinks the emperor thinks he has a long life?

If the misfortune hadn't come from his mouth, how could he have come to this small county town from Harbin a few years ago? Fortunately, this regular customer reached out and gave him a hand, saving him from the physical pain and the pain of separation from his family.

Liu Haitao patted Li Hongliang's hand and said, "Hey, destroying the Four Olds doesn't mean you can't talk about anything, but you still have to pay attention to the impact outside."

A few minutes after Master Li went out, a young man knocked on the door and entered the house.

"Brother Tao, that thing has been brought back. I have been staying in the recycling bin for the past few days and I haven't found anyone suspicious going through it."