Siheyuan: What to do if there is no system

After strolling for the whole morning, I collected some wine bottles and old newspapers, which was fine. At noon, I ate two steamed buns. The weather was a bit hot, so Jinghao pulled the cart and found a deserted place to rest for a while.

At this time, a man in his twenties, dressed relatively cleanly, came over and said with a smile, "Comrade, is it convenient now? I have some old things here that need to be dealt with."

Jing Hao quickly stood up and replied, "That's convenient, that's convenient, you go ahead and I'll follow."

"Yes, it's not far ahead," the young man said, leading the way.

When they arrived, they found a separate courtyard, a bit old, with many old furniture placed in the courtyard, all of which were scattered and could not be used anymore. Some old cabinets contained some old clothes, which smelled very pungent. The young man took Liu Jinghao into the house to have a look. There were many old books and broken tiles inside. There were many watermarks on the old books. The roof was indeed transparent, and it was obvious that no one had managed the courtyard for a long time.

"Comrade, do you think you can collect all of these?" the young man asked.

Jing Hao quickly replied, "I'll take them. The original price for recycling old books is five cents per pound. Many of your books take up water, so I'll give you four cents per pound. And these are just old cabinets and loose wood. They're in terrible condition and break easily. They can only be chopped for firewood. There are probably about three truckloads. If I take them away and sell them to others, I'll probably get three dollars at most. I'll give you two dollars and fifty cents, and the remaining fifty cents will be my hard-earned money. But I won't take rotten tiles or anything like that. No one wants them."

The young man thought the price was reasonable: "Hey, comrade, if you don't help take away the broken tiles and bottles, I'll have to find someone to clean them up. I'll recycle these things for you. Can you help take them away and dispose of them?"

Jing Hao: "That's too bad for me. I have to make three trips to clean up all this garbage, plus I have to make three trips to clean up the old furniture and wood. I have to make another trip to clean up these old books and clothes. Why don't you find someone else to look for me while I go look around somewhere else?"

The young man got anxious when he heard this and immediately replied, "No, look, how about this, you can take everything away as I say, look at the vases in the room, take them all away and sell them for money, and that'll be your hard work fee, what do you say?"

Jing Hao pretended to be thoughtful, sighed, and said, "Okay, but you still have to give me the two small cabinets in the middle room. I guess you won't like them if you keep them. I'll take them back to store things. What do you think?"

When the young man heard this, he replied cheerfully, "Hey! I don't think I am that person. I really don't like those two pieces of junk. If they weren't my dad, I would have thrown them away long ago. That's it. You weigh the old books now, and we'll calculate the price, and you can make the deal."

Jing Hao: "Okay, but please help me weigh the book. It's hard for me to do it myself..."

The two of them weighed the old books and found that they weighed more than 200 kilograms, which was quite a lot. According to the young man, this was the yard where his grandfather lived before he died. His grandfather liked to read books, so there were many books. This time he was specially asked to tidy up the yard and prepare to redecorate it. In the end, all the things were counted for a total of 13 yuan, 56 cents, and the young man actually gave back 6 cents, which was definitely a big spender.

Jinghao spent the whole afternoon with these things, which made him very tired. He separated the unusable items and sold them at a nearby scrapyard. He pulled the old books, two small cabinets, two usable large cabinets, and several vases back to the compound in two trips. He also pulled Xu Damao with him on the second trip, because there were seven or eight vases and he was afraid they would break. When he was about to return to the gate of the compound, Xu Damao hurried back to the compound first, fearing that others would see him and think it was embarrassing.

Jinghao put the books, two small cabinets, and two small vases in his room. Then he went back to the front yard and wiped the old clothes, not caring whether they were dirty or not. You know what, he took out a big Yuantou from the unbuttoned pocket of a piece of clothing and quickly put it in his pocket. Xu Damao next to him stared at him. He made a lot of money today. This young seller is a white-necked man, a young master from a rich family. Let’s not talk about these books. Can the cabinets and vases be given away? These are valuable things. Didn’t you see that there are two jade pendants on the two small cabinets? Wipe the small cabinets clean and you will see that they are definitely exquisite products. Let’s talk about these vases. Two of the small ones are obviously a pair, but the appearance is a little dirty. Wipe them clean and sell them for three or five yuan. There is no problem at all.

Xu Damao squatted beside Jing Hao and said with a flattering face: "Haozi, if you can exchange that silver dollar for a few dollars, you have to buy me a pack of cigarettes, no, two packs."

Jing Hao replied, "Brother Mao, look at how promising you are. I'm not saying anything bad about you, I just don't have that stuff. If you had just asked, I would have bought it for you. I guess everyone is getting off work soon. Let Guangtian and Guangfu watch the things while we go to the vegetable market. I'll also buy you two packs of tin foil Daqianmen cigarettes."

Xu Damao laughed and gave a thumbs up: "Master Hao is very righteous."

The two smiled but said nothing. They arranged for Guangtian. After Guangfu looked at the things, Jinghao and Xu Damao hurried to the vegetable market. When they arrived at the market, they looked at the vegetable prices. Generally, spinach was 1 cents and 2 cents, potato was 6 cents and 1 cents, tomato was 1 cents and 6 cents, cabbage was 1 cents and radish was 9 cents and 5 cents. They found that there were fish sellers. They were not expensive. They were 1 cents per catty. The better ones were 1 cents per catty. There were also small yellow croakers. They were 7 cents and 7 cents for two or three taels. Half a catty of yellow croaker was 5 cents and 6 cents, which was the same as the price of pork. At that time, the price of pork was 6 cents and 7 cents. Jinghao bought some potatoes, spinach, tomatoes, a grass carp weighing more than six catties, two half-catty yellow croakers, and four boxes of tin foil Daqianmen. One box was 7 cents, and the tar paper-wrapped Daqianmen was 4 cents. The 3 cents was not bad. It was exquisite. In the end, he spent a total of 5 yuan.

He gave two boxes to Xu Damao and kept two boxes for himself to use for packing forks at night, which surprised Xu Damao. He insisted on asking Jinghao how much money he made in a month. Jinghao didn't know that Xu Damao didn't have a salary now. Xu Fugui only gave Xu Damao two or three yuan of pocket money every month, which was also to help Xu Damao develop a good habit of saving.

On the way back, whenever Xu Damao met a young woman or a pretty girl, he would chat with her. You know what, chatting with Xu Damao is really fun. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the compound. Many people had already gathered in the front yard, including the second uncle and the second aunt.

Yi Zhonghai saw Jinghao coming over and said, "Jinghao is back. I don't think these scattered woods of yours are useful. You can keep some and share the rest with everyone."

"Yes, yes, that's what the first uncle said, and the third uncle echoed."

The residents of the compound all began to follow suit. If it weren't for the second aunt trying to stop them, Jia Zhang and the third aunt would have taken action.

Jing Hao: "Uncle, that won't do. I paid for these with my own money. See those vases and old cabinets? I paid for them with my own money, real money!"

Uncle Three: "Haozi, your vase is ordinary and worthless, but I can use it. I'll give you 20 cents, just give it to me."

When the third uncle said this, everyone looked at him like a fool. There are five or six vases, and they look relatively intact, but you want to take them away for only two cents. You are too cunning!