Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Ye Chuan took out a Daqianmen cigarette from his pocket, toasted each of them with one, and then lit one for himself.

"Hey, Daqianmen, that's pretty cool!" Yan Bugui's eyes lit up and he happily put the cigarette in his mouth.

Ye Chuan took out another one, handed it to Yan Bugui, and said with a smile: "Uncle San, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go to other offices." He was always friendly to those who greeted him enthusiastically. After all, Yan Bugui had helped him a lot today.

People like Liu Haizhong need to be taught a lesson.

The teaching building of Hongxing Primary School is a row of simple red brick and tile houses. It is not too big and the ground is made of dirt. A flagpole stands prominently in front of the house, highlighting the cultural atmosphere of the school.

As he walked into the deep office, Ye Chuan heard two ladies talking about poetry.

"Although Li Bai is known as the Immortal Poet, I personally love Wang Wei's poems the most, 'Fruits fall on the mountains in the rain, insects chirp in the grass under the lamp'. The artistic conception is so beautiful!" a woman made an emotional exclamation.

Another person added: "Compared to other romantic or delicate poets, I prefer Du Fu. His poems can show deep feelings for his country and family, and also reveal romantic meanings." Then he looked a little puzzled: "For example, his line... the moon... um... the moon surges and the river flows, that's right."

Ye Chuan walked over and interrupted, "Yes, the moon rises and the river flows! Qiu Ye, why do you think this sentence sounds so beautiful?" The second woman was excited when she heard it and even wanted to jump for joy.

Walking into the office, Ye Chuan saw two people having a lively conversation, one of whom was Ran Qiuye.

The other teacher was about the same age as Ran Qiuye. She had long black braids swaying behind her head and was wearing a black and white floral shirt. Although the clothes were loose, they showed off her graceful figure.

She was looking at Ye Chuan intently, her eyes full of curiosity.

This poem by Du Fu is not as popular as his other poems. Anyone who is familiar with such verses must be someone with profound attainments in poetry.

At this moment, Ye Chuan was also staring at her, his heartbeat inexplicably quickening.

Having been in this era for some time, Ye Chuan has never met such a lively and pure girl. Her appearance is similar to that of an Inner Mongolian female star named Yaya in his previous life, but with a bit more innocence.

Realizing that she was being watched, the girl blushed and lowered her head in panic.

"Who are you looking for?" Ran Qiuye asked.

Ye Chuan quickly looked away and responded with a smile on his face: "Hello, I'm from the waste recycling company. I'm here to see if I can recycle your waste paper and books."

Ran Qiuye pointed at the pile of old books on the ground and said, "I have some that I don't need anymore. You can take them away later! Teacher Tong, do you have any more?"

Teacher Tong looked up, her cheeks still flushed with shyness. She did not answer Ran Qiuye's question, but instead asked, "Do you like poetry too?" Her tone revealed expectation.

Ye Chuan said with a little embarrassment, "I have dabbled in it a little." Then he heard Ran Qiuye chuckle softly, "Really, you are bragging when I say you are good. Teacher Tong and I are both Chinese teachers. When you say that, it seems like you are an amateur showing off." She glanced at Ye Chuan while laughing, and Teacher Tong also looked at her with a smile.

Ye Chuan had a good impression of Teacher Tong, and finding common topics prevented him from leaving in a hurry.

“When I read poetry, I always want to explore the story behind the poet, so it comes naturally to memorize the verses,” he confessed.

"Then please tell us." Ran Qiuye suggested, and Teacher Tong's eyes were also filled with curiosity and expectation.

In that period, the people were simple and honest, and many people proudly called themselves literary youths. Even some small ruffians would inadvertently quote poetry when they were with their girlfriends, and the girls were often quite moved by this.

Ye Chuan seized the opportunity and told the story: "For example, the talented Li Qingzhao, when the country was occupied and her youth was gone, she was still able to find fun and create such elegant poems as 'Poems and books on the pillow are good when you are idle, and the scenery in front of the door is better when it rains'. This kind of mind and detachment is admirable.

Su Shi, who was praised as a genius personally appointed by the emperor, experienced ups and downs. Even when he was at his lowest point, he did not forget his free and easy nature, and wrote down his lofty ambitions and passions, "A little bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind." Such a broad mind is admirable. "

The two audiences listened attentively. Ye Chuan smiled slightly, paused for a moment, and continued: "On the contrary, after Li Yu was demoted, his poems became more profound, such as 'Rouge tears, drunk with each other, when will it be heavy? Life is long and regretful, the water flows eastward', and 'How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river flowing eastward', these poems are full of sorrow.

And Lu You, although he appeared to be a weak scholar, he cared deeply about the country and wrote "Am I a poet? Riding a donkey into Jianmen in the drizzle" and "Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, I dreamed of the iron cavalry on the frozen river." When they said this, their mouths opened slightly in disbelief, and their eyes sparkled with amazement.

Teacher Tong's face flushed with shame as she stared at Ye Chuan. His eyes were handsome and he had a gentle smile on his face, which gave people a sense of security and comfort.

Both of them found it difficult to accept the identity of a waste paper collector.

"Are you really in the waste paper collection business?" Teacher Tong asked with some doubt.

"Indeed, I do. I work at a business outlet near our school." Ye Chuan made no secret of the true situation of his job.

"But you know too much."

"What's wrong? Who says that people who collect waste paper can't read? Knowledge is not determined by the level of education. The key lies in a person's cultural accomplishment." Ye Chuan looked at Teacher Tong with sharp eyes and spoke firmly.

The teacher's embarrassment became increasingly obvious, but he did not get angry.

After hearing these remarks, they exclaimed: “I didn’t expect your understanding of poetry to be so profound.”

"Read the book from a different perspective and you will find different kinds of fun." They had no idea that they were getting intellectual enlightenment from a scrap collector.

"Some poets are graceful, some love the frontier, some express their feelings in the mountains and rivers, some criticize the current situation, some are naturally positive, and some drink to relieve their worries." He continued slowly, "Some are particularly good at love poems, and each of them is a beautiful and moving expression."

Ran Qiuye listened attentively. At this moment, Teacher Tong seemed to have some realization, and the blush on her cheeks spread to her neck.

Ye Chuan continued to quote classics and use poems to describe emotions. For example, "I don't believe that the lotus root branches are weak, who taught the laurel leaves to be fragrant with moonlight and dew" conveys deep thoughts; "When will we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan" depicts a lingering mood; "Last night's stars, last night's wind... every sentence is ambiguous and full of affection."

The two were fascinated. It was hard to imagine that such a man could recite Tang poetry so vividly, and behind it was his delicate insight into the text.

He chanted: "The banana leaves do not open, the lilac knots remain... It resonates with the sorrow of leaving one's hometown, the loneliness of Chang'e's heart under the blue sky and the blue sea every night, and the uncertain feelings of "spring love" and "lovesickness", and the mood of deep love in the rain.

At the end, "I know that my love will last forever, and I look at the sound of the river at the river head with regret" is a sad beauty of waiting for life and death.

Ye Chuan stopped talking and his eyes fell on the two women. They looked focused and attentive, as if they were immersed in the love story in the poem.

The office suddenly became quiet, and they all looked up at Ye Chuan, as if complaining about why he stopped narrating.

"You've been talking for so long and you haven't even had a sip of water?" Ye Chuan said with a smile.

Teacher Tong then realized that the two of them were just listening but forgot to pour water for each other, which was indeed a bit disrespectful of hospitality.

There were only two of their water cups left on the table, and they searched for any other cups to use.

She raised her cup, wanting to pour out the water first, rinse it, and then pour a new cup.

"Thank you!" Ye Chuan didn't think much about it. He took the cup of water from Teacher Tong and drank it all in one gulp.

"Oh..." Teacher Tong's face flushed slightly when she saw his actions.

That was the water cup I had used before, how could I drink from it directly like that?

Ye Chuan didn't seem to notice her shyness and continued, "When it comes to poetry, confession is of course indispensable. Li Shangyin's emotional poems are like engraved in his soul. For example, he wrote, 'I am sending a colored pen in a dream, wanting to write about flowers, leaves and morning clouds.

'This kind of confession is simply the pinnacle. "

While reciting, his eyes were fixed on Teacher Tong's until she avoided his gaze and dared not look at him again.

"It's so beautiful!" they both said almost in unison.

As Chinese professors, even though they have been together for some time, their understanding of poetry is still not as delicate and profound as Ye Chuan's.

"Yes, although it is beautiful, people can never be like Li Shangyin." Ye Chuan sighed.

"Why?" the two professors asked at the same time. So many beautiful and moving poems were written by Li Shangyin. Why can't we imitate him in real life?

“Because his poems contain confessions, regrets and deep longings, they lack a certain sweetness.

What we can feel from him is the dilemma that cannot be solved. We should learn from Du Mu in terms of the realm of being a human being, because he was almost never troubled. "

"Oh, you are so bad!" Teacher Tong was the first to come back to her senses, her rosy cheeks showing a coquettish expression.

Ran Qiuye then understood what he meant, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly with a knowing smile.

"Xiao Ye, I've been waiting for you outside for a long time, why haven't you come out yet?" Yan Bogui's low voice came from outside the door.

Teacher Tong quickly took his cup of water and placed it on the table, pretending to clean up his things to cover up the past.

"Uncle, let's finish it now. There's no need to rush later." Ye Chuan explained.

"Hurry up, how can you park the tricycle in front of the school gate?" Yan Bogui urged.

"Oh, this is Ye Chuan. He is from our college and now works in a recycling company. I just happened to meet him at the school gate today." Hearing their conversation, Tong Yao opened her eyes wide with curiosity.

She nodded slightly and silently memorized Ye Chuan's name.

"Now that we've packed up, you can move your things." Ran Qiuye said in a clear voice, and the enthusiastic look on her face when she was talking just now was gone.

"Okay, thank you teachers." Ye Chuan bent down and picked up a large stack of discarded books, but there were too many papers and it was difficult to move them away at once.

"I'll help you." Tong Yao hurried over to help, carrying away the remaining waste paper and books.

"Teacher Tong, there's no need for you. I can do it myself. It's quite heavy." Seeing this scene, Yan Bogui immediately wanted to help.

"It's okay, I can do it myself." After saying that, he followed Ye Chuan to the school gate, while Fatty Han was already there looking a little impatient.

"Old Ye, you just came out?" The fat man was already getting annoyed.

"There are quite a lot of books." Ye Chuan explained, threw the books in his hand into the basket on the back of the car, and prepared to take the things from Teacher Tong.

When taking the thing, Ye Chuan felt a warmth in his palm, and he found that he was touching Teacher Tong's palm.

However, he did not avoid it, but covered it directly.

Teacher Tong didn't expect Ye Chuan to be so bold. He wanted to take back his hand, but was afraid that the thing in his hand would fall and expose the situation of their handshake.

She quickly withdrew her hand, her heart pounding with nervousness.

After putting the waste paper and old books into the tricycle, Teacher Tong hurriedly pulled his hand out, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest.

Ye Chuan said quietly: "My name is Ye Chuan." He stared at Teacher Tong, his voice soft but clear and powerful.

After saying that, Tong Yao turned and walked towards the office, while Ye Chuan jumped onto the back of the tricycle and Han Pang rode hard.

He was in high spirits and sang loudly: "We ordinary people are so happy today!"

Tong Yao couldn't help laughing when listening to Ye Chuan's singing, thinking in her heart that this boy actually dared to hold her hand.

After entering the office, Ran Qiuye was looking at her with a scrutinizing look.

"Qiuye, what are you looking at?" she asked.

"I'm researching what happened to our Tong Yao.

Spring has already passed, why can I still smell the scent of cats?" Ran Qiuye exaggeratedly pretended to sniff hard.

Hearing this, Tong Yao blushed and hit Ran Qiuye.

"Qiu Ye, you're so annoying!" she complained.

"Hey, Tong Yao, I didn't say anything, why are you reacting so strongly!" Ran Qiuye responded with a smile.

The next day, Ye Chuan and Fatty Han came to the Beijing Bowin Printing Factory, where the factory director, Lu, gave them a warm welcome just like Manager Lu.

Ever since he met Ye Chuan at Xu's house, the factory director has not sold any waste items and has kept all the materials.

Especially when Mr. Xu praised Ye Chuan not long ago, their direct descendants all felt a little envious.

Even Mrs. Xu, who was usually taciturn, praised the young man repeatedly, saying that he was incredibly good, gentle, and polite, and that his academic considerations were not within her concern.

So the factory director treated him with the highest courtesy during this reception and brewed the tea that he usually cherished and didn't drink easily.

The Beijing Bowin Printing Factory is not very large, with about four to five hundred employees. It mainly prints textbooks and professional knowledge books, and its warehouse is full of discarded printed materials and old books.

After being baled and loaded onto the truck, it was estimated that there were about five tons of waste paper.

This scale may not be considered a big deal for a large printing factory, but it is already the limit for Bowen Printing Factory.

Ye Chuan was quite satisfied. After the transport vehicle returned to the business site, he went straight to Director Tang's office.

Director Tang was checking the report and was slightly startled by Ye Chuan who was in a hurry. Could it be that he had received a large amount of broken glass again?

He also found out that the last batch of broken glass came from the Jinghua Glass Products Factory. Logically speaking, given the scale of that factory, it would not be possible to collect such a large amount of broken glass in a short period of time.

"Xiaoye, is there something wrong?" he asked with concern.

"Director Tang, Fatty Han and I picked up a batch of waste paper and old books." Director Tang was a little confused. Didn't they bring back a full truck yesterday?

It's the end of August and schools are about to start, so it's common to receive some old books.

Can Ye Chuan buy all the waste paper from the surrounding schools? This made Director Tang suspicious.

"How many?" he demanded.

"About five tons." Ye Chuan replied.

This almost made Director Tang unable to stand. He collected several hundred kilograms yesterday and several tons today. Could it be that Ye Chuan collected the garbage from all the schools in Beijing?

He quickly stood up and followed, and sure enough, he saw a Jiefang brand heavy truck at the door of the business point. This was a different model from the last time he came.

He was amazed and instructed the guard to let the truck pass. Then he turned on the scale and started the formal weighing.

The colleagues who witnessed this were all stunned. You know, seven tons of broken glass had not yet settled a while ago, and now a truckload of waste paper was pulled back. It made people doubt whether there was still any possibility of survival.

In the end, the data on the pile of waste paper showed 5.22 tons. Director Tang was so surprised that he stood there like a stone sculpture.

After understanding the situation, we learned that these discarded items came from the UBM Printing Factory.

When Director Wang sent Ye Chuan here, didn't he say that he didn't have any backers? But now, in less than a month, the performance has made this director lose face.

It can be said that among all the business points in the entire capital city, Ye Chuan is the only mortal who can achieve such performance.

It is impossible for ordinary people to purchase such a large amount of waste products at one time, especially if they can receive the goods directly from the factory manager.

It is unbelievable that someone who knows so many factory managers would work as an ordinary employee in a recycling company.

After Ye Chuan brought in huge business twice, his reputation quickly rose. Both the sales department staff and his colleagues looked at him with respect.

"Manager Ye, please give me your orders!" He said goodbye politely when the truck driver left.

Even the driver could feel the factory director's attitude towards Ye Chuan, and he was naturally even more in awe of him.

"Master, you don't have to be polite. Just call me Ye Chuan or Xiao Ye. Director Tang is right next to us, so how dare I call myself 'leader'?" Ye Chuan's words made Director Tang feel comfortable.