Reborn in 1977

Anquan looked at the items filling the room. "What is all this stuff?"

Chen Fan first noticed the four camphor wood chests. He moved them aside and said, "There are old books, purchased second-class cloth, mechanical and electronic components, and some miscellaneous things. Mostly old books, though. Half of it is textbooks and learning materials, from elementary school to university."

Anquan was immediately shocked and turned to look at him abruptly. "Even university stuff?"

He himself was a high school graduate, but he happened to encounter a change in the situation and didn't have the opportunity to attend university, so he naturally yearned for it.

Chen Fan nodded, walking back and forth through the pile of books, then stopped in one place. "This is where the university textbooks are. I took a look, and there are dozens of common majors from several universities in Yunhu, but the books are a bit scattered. We'll have to sort them out to know how many are complete."

As he said this, he couldn't help but curse those who sold the books as "spendthrifts."

But when he thought that if it weren't for these "spendthrifts," he wouldn't be able to buy these books, he felt a little conflicted. Should he scold them or not?

Anquan had already followed him over, squatted down, and said, "That's good, too. You should keep these books for yourself. No one in Lujiawan can understand these books. There aren't many in the entire Nanhugong Commune."

As he spoke, he looked up at him. "Hey, I'll borrow books from you to read later. You can't refuse."

There weren't many people in Nanhugong Commune who could understand them, but he was one of them. After all, he really graduated from high school back then.

Of course, he also needed to go step by step to read and learn. If there were things he didn't understand, he might have to study them himself, or write letters to classmates and teachers for advice.

But no matter what, it was a hundred times better than having no books to learn from.

He had already decided to specialize in accounting and finance, and strive to master an accounting and finance major in two or three years, and then find a way to get a further education opportunity. This way, he could climb up step by step, and one day he would be able to get a university degree.

Chen Fan looked at him and laughed. "What's the big deal? I'll sort them out later. If there are multiple sets, I can even give them to you."

Putting aside everything else, Anquan had helped him a lot in building this house. If it were something precious, he would need to consider it more, but it was just a few extra old books. What's the harm in giving him a few sets?

Then Chen Fan looked up, and his eyes lit up. "Huh? When was the glass installed?"

When he left, all the windows were still empty frames, without a single pane of glass installed.

Today, when he came back, all the windows had been installed with glass, and they were all wiped clean, as if there were none. No wonder he didn't notice it just now.

Anquan looked up at him, then continued to flip through the books, smiling and saying, "You've been out for more than ten days. If the glass hadn't been installed yet, wouldn't it make me look incompetent?!"

The implication was that he had gotten all this glass back. Even though Chen Fan had already paid for the glass, Anquan deserved credit for being able to get it so quickly.

Chen Fan immediately gave him a thumbs up.

I give you 99 points for this boast.

The one point was missing because these glasses were just ordinary transparent glass.

In this era, or rather as early as the Republic of China period, there was already figured glass with a relief-like effect inside, and the price was not too expensive. It could block the line of sight without affecting the light, but the disadvantage was that the output was relatively small, and glass was difficult to buy, let alone figured glass.

Otherwise, many families in the village would still be using paper windows.

(Figured glass)

Originally, Chen Fan wanted to wait a while. Anyway, he wouldn't move in until the end of the year, so he might as well install figured glass in one step, but now that it had all been installed, he could only wait and replace it later.

But in this way, he would have to buy some fabric to make curtains.

He didn't know if there was any light and non-see-through fabric now. He seemed to remember that the Nanhugong Commune Supply and Marketing Cooperative didn't have it, did it? Did he have to take another trip to the Municipal Party Committee?

While they were chatting, the others who helped move things could only watch enviously.

They were not envious of having books, but of being able to understand them.

Let alone university textbooks, even if you gave them a junior high school… no, elementary school textbook, most of the people here would fall asleep.

Otherwise, why didn't they get a spot in the veterinary study class?!

So, after they finished moving things and unpacking all the boxes, they quickly left one by one.

Listening to them talk here was too damaging to their self-esteem.

Skipping the topic of glass, Anquan said with a smile, "You said that if there are extra sets, you will give me one."

Then he lowered his head to look at which books there were, and suddenly sighed, "Oh, I used to go to the waste recycling station to see if there were any old books I could buy, but all the waste paper there didn't add up to three catties, let alone good books."

Chen Fan squatted down and quickly sorted out one and a half sets of textbooks.

Common subjects can be shared, so even if it is half a set, the books for professional subjects are different. One is accounting and the other is finance, which adds up to one and a half sets.

There are several sets of books for these two majors. Giving him one set will leave extras.

Then he threw these books to him, "These are common subject textbooks, this pile is accounting professional textbooks, and this pile is finance professional textbooks. I estimate that these types of books will be the most helpful to you. Take them back and read them first. If you want to change majors later, come to me to change to other types."

Anquan immediately pounced over, grabbed the books in front of him, and smiled so wide that he couldn't close his mouth. "I won't say more polite words. I'll cook you a few good dishes at my house another day."

Chen Fan was a little strange, "Why not your sister-in-law? Didn't you say last time that you would let your sister-in-law cook?"

Anquan's face stiffened slightly, and then he stretched his neck and said, "A wife is brought back to be loved, how can she be allowed to cook in the smoky kitchen?"

Chen Fan suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, your sister-in-law can't cook."

Anquan looked dark, holding the book and flipping through it, "If the Nanhugong Commune waste station could have these books, I would have been promoted to director long ago."

If he could thoroughly study these books, then he would be the number one expert in the Nanhugong Commune tax system. If such a talent appeared under his command, wouldn't the director be promoted?

If the director is promoted, wouldn't the director's position be his?!

Chen Fan didn't know Anquan's little plan, he chuckled and said, "How big is Nanhugong Commune? I heard the warehouse section chief of the waste station said that 90% of the old books there come from Yunhu City, and only a small part comes from below, and the quality is not high. Except for some idle books, almost no other information books are useful."

When Anquan heard his words, he suddenly froze, his eyes fell on the book, and he said quietly, "If it were in Shanghai, there would definitely be more good books in the recycling station."

Shanghai is several times larger than Yunhu, with more people, schools, and books, so naturally there will be more good books.

But Chen Fan curled his lips and shook his head, "Not necessarily."

Anquan suddenly turned to look at him, "Huh?"

Chen Fan squatted down and continued to sort out the various textbooks, saying, "Shanghai has more resources. No matter what kind of new book, Shanghai will definitely be on the first list of cities to sell it. Moreover, there are specialized bookstores for children, foreign language bookstores, ancient book stores, music bookstores, art bookstores, and science and technology bookstores. Of course, there are also specialized used bookstores.

With more resources, the needs of various units and individuals can be met as much as possible, so the utilization of used books may not be as urgent as in smaller places.

Will the waste recycling companies there still set aside a place to store and sort out used books like the waste recycling companies in Yunhu area?

In fact, there are also two bookstores in Shanghai that deal in used books. One is the Shanghai Used Bookstore, which opened in 1956. This one only deals in used books, but it is more inclined to 'valuable' professional books, including various reference books, tool books, and popular literature books. In the used book market, these are the most in-demand.

More historically valuable 'ancient books' are in the Ancient Bookstore. Those can no longer be considered used books and can barely be classified as antiques.

The other is the Shanghai Bookstore, which opened in the 1970s. It mainly deals in used books, but also sells some new books.

It has to be said that a big port is a big port. It is several steps ahead of inland cities in terms of market segmentation and operation.

Even the process of used book recycling and utilization in Yunhu area was borrowed from Shanghai.

But precisely because of this, in the process of used book circulation, a large number of specific books flow to the market, while other 'eliminated' used books will no longer be properly kept by the waste station.

All the remaining used books are almost immediately taken away and turned into raw materials for papermaking.

It is almost impossible there to have something like the Yunhu Waste Recycling Company, which specifically preserves used books and delays their destruction for a period of time.

An Quan also understood this and could only shake his head and sigh, "It's fate."

If he were still in Shanghai, would he worry about not having books to buy? He could just go to the bookstore.

The two chatted while sorting things out. After a while, Huang Ying knocked on the door, "Teacher Chen, Uncle An, it's time to eat."

Chen Fan put down the book in his hand, stood up and clapped his hands, "Okay, I'm coming."

An Quan picked up the books that Chen Fan had just selected for him and said with a dark face, "Call me Brother An, why Uncle?

Huang Ying stared, "But, Uncle An, I've been calling you Uncle An for 10 years!

An Quan was so angry that his nose was crooked. He walked out with the book in his arms, "You were only a few years old at that time, so of course you had to call me Uncle. Now you are 15, can you still call me Uncle? Call me Brother An from now on, Brother An."

Huang Ying followed him, unconvinced, "But my dad still calls you brother, wouldn't it be messing up the generations if I call you Brother An?

An Quan, "That's different, each to their own."

Huang Ying, "…"

Chen Fan walked in front, grinning and laughing.

Then he heard An Quan say, "You have to think about it, your Teacher Chen and I are of the same generation, we call each other brothers, if you call me Uncle, then you have to call him Uncle too. Are you still calling me Uncle?

Huang Ying immediately said decisively, "Brother An."

Chen Fan's face froze, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

…

The lunch banquet was funded by the brigade headquarters. Several leaders, Chen Fan, and An Quan ate a big meal with the driver, and then gave him several sets of pottery tableware before sending him away.

Originally, Secretary Yang and the others had prepared two chickens and several fish for him, but the driver resolutely refused to accept them, saying that the unit had regulations that smoking, eating, and drinking were allowed when driving outside, but taking things was absolutely not allowed.

This was a bit like that projectionist Xu, who accepted all food and drink but never took anything.

Even the sets of pottery were only accepted when Chen Fan said that he had made them himself and asked him to take them to the director, section chief, Hao Liyang, Yan Liyuan, and Sister Zhou of the Political Work Section, and also stuffed a set for him as a gift from a friend. Then he happily got in the car and drove back smoothly.

Watching the truck drive away, Chen Fan turned to look at Secretary Yang and asked in a low voice, "Why do I feel like you were prepared?

So many people helped unload and sort out the goods, and there were ten tables of banquets. Could that be put together temporarily? It would be strange if they weren't prepared.

Secretary Yang smoked his pipe and chuckled twice, "They called back yesterday, of course there was preparation."

Chen Fan nodded in understanding. Just as he was about to praise them, Zhang Juemin next to him smiled and said, "Since we went to the prefectural committee, we have been calling the brigade headquarters every day to report on the situation.

Fortunately, there is a telephone in the guest house room, otherwise we would have to go to the post office, and I don't know how much the phone bill would be!

Chen Fan looked at him and Zhang Wenliang speechlessly. So you guys are such schemers.

Just because the phone is free, you are taking advantage of it so hard. Can't you just call once a week?

The group turned around and walked down. The strong laborers who had just finished eating had dispersed, and the people from Team 6 were carrying the tables back, and some people were carrying bowls and chopsticks in baskets.

These tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks were all borrowed from the households in the team. Now that the banquet is over, they have to be returned.

Soon, only a few "natives" were left in the yard, as well as Secretary Yang, Captain Zhang, Xiao Liwen, Ye Shubao, Captain Yang, Accountant Liu, Huang, Zhang Juemin, Zhang Wenliang, and An Quan.

Exactly 10 people.

Jiang Lili and the other three had already cleaned up and were now gathered in Chen Fan's room, feeding vegetables to Gun Gun.

The four girls had a handful of spinach in their left hands and a piece of lettuce in their right hands, stuffing them directly into Gun Gun's mouth. Gun Gun was having a great time eating, especially liking lettuce, eating a piece with the skin and leaves in a few bites, smiling happily.

Secretary Yang looked at it a few times, clicking his tongue in amazement, this fat guy can really eat!

Then he gestured to Chen Fan and walked out, "Let's go, let's see what good treasures you brought back."

The others quickly followed.

Chen Fan followed him, quickly saying, "I don't know what Brother Hu told you, but I'm telling you in advance, I have to pick the things first."

Captain Zhang walked on the other side of him, smoking a cigarette and smiling, "Don't worry, we are not bandits. We only want what you give us. If it's yours, no one can take it away."

Ye Shubao also nodded, "Yes, we just want to see which things you plan to give to the brigade, so we can be mentally prepared."

Secretary Yang climbed up the slope with his hands behind his back, "You are thinking of the brigade, even giving up the cadre position in the health department, willing to return to this poor place in Luji湾. How can we bully you?

Xiao Liwen even snorted twice, "Don't worry, it's not like a few years ago, when you couldn't even raise a few more chickens at home. Even if the wind blows again, what's yours is yours, no one can take it away."