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Chapter 162 - Chapter 162: Junk

Han Songlin was a little at a loss for words when he saw all this miscellaneous stuff.

Knock, knock, knock!

Han Songlin knocked on the door to remind himself that he was back.

Liu Yuyan was helping to move things and couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw Han Songlin return.

During this time in the city, Liu Yuyan's heart has changed a lot. First of all, she was very dissatisfied with her parents for moving everything into the city.

But as a daughter, Liu Yuyan had something to say, and she didn't want to say it.

So when she saw Han Songlin come back, Liu Yuyan wanted Han Songlin to say it.

She knew that Han Songlin didn't like these things.

When she moved to the city, Han Songlin lost a lot of clothes.

They were all left behind in the old house, and I don't know if they were eaten by the rats.

'Where's Liu Yang?' Han Songlin asked curiously. Why haven't I seen this kid?

Liu Yuyan whispered, 'He, ah, met a female classmate earlier.'

Han Songlin raised his eyebrows slightly. Not bad for this kid.

In the current high school, many students come from good family backgrounds.

Most students with good grades but from poor families would go to vocational school and become teachers. For many people, the prospect of a secure job was very appealing.

In many schools nowadays, there are many teachers in their late teens and early 20s who have already started teaching.

Han Songlin was lucky enough to have met one, and his teaching was really good.

'So, what is all this?'

Han Songlin wondered why Han Songlin had kept all this miscellaneous stuff.

He brought all the pots, pans and cooking utensils.

Liu Yuyan sighed and said, 'He's been a farmer all his life, so he can't bear to part with them!'

Han Songlin gave Liu Yuyan's bottom a light tap and said, 'It's alright to think these things, but it's not good to say them out loud.

Besides, we were farmers ourselves before.

Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes at Han Songlin, knowing that he was just being touchy-feely.

They walked into the bedroom, where Liu Mingcheng and Yang Xiufang were sorting things out.

Yang Xiufang looked a little reluctant.

We're in the city now, we should get rid of all the junk at home, what's the point of keeping it, to have babies?

'Songlin, you're just in time, tell your father what he's doing with all this stuff!' Yang Xiufang felt like she had finally met an ally when she saw Han Songlin.

Liu Mingcheng now listened very carefully to what Han Songlin had to say.

Or perhaps it should be put this way: in the family, Han Songlin has a lot of say as the head of the household.

'What do you know? These things are still usable, so why throw them away? You're just wasting money!'

Han Songlin's mouth curled up into a smile. He was really quite surprised. He never thought that Liu Mingcheng would ever be so stubborn.

He had always thought that Liu Mingcheng was a calm person, someone who even took a bit of abuse at home.

Well, if I have to describe him more accurately, he is an honest person!

Honest people are always bullied!

When faced with the counterattack of an honest person, it is best to hide; an ordinary person, when angry, will spill blood ten paces away. If an honest person wants to fight back, they will definitely think about it carefully before doing so.

'If Dad wants to keep it, then it can stay!' Han Songlin did not object, which made Liu Yuyan a little confused.

She couldn't help but stare at Han Songlin with wide eyes. What did he mean?

Yang Xiufang was also dissatisfied, but she dared not get angry with Han Songlin, so she could only glare at Liu Mingcheng and say harshly, 'If you want to keep it, keep it, I won't sleep in this room anyway. Daughter, let's go, we'll buy a new one.'

Liu Yuyan was a bit at a loss at this point, what should she say?

'Well, Dad, do you want to buy it?'

Liu Mingcheng was also a bit hesitant.

'Are you going to pay?'

Liu Yuyan couldn't help rolling her eyes and said in a bad mood, 'Of course I'll pay!'

After that, she gave Han Songlin a small look.

Now that the family's money is in Liu Yuyan's hands, she can of course use it as she pleases.

But when it comes to subsidising her family, Liu Yuyan still has to look at Han Songlin's face.

Liu Yuyan has heard a lot about things like the woman taking the family's money to subsidise her family, which makes the husband's family unhappy.

In the end, they lived together, but a knot was planted in her heart.

Han Songlin didn't really care about these things, and Liu Yuyan had always been very measured.

It's good to be measured.

But I'm afraid that if people's hearts are insatiable, it would be terrible.

Liu Mingcheng heard that he didn't have to pay for it himself, so he readily agreed, 'Let's go, we'll go buy it now.'

Han Songlin laughed and said, 'Let's move the things outside in first. Although, I don't think anyone will want them.'

What he really wanted to say was that he wouldn't take those rags even if they were given to him.

But then he thought about the current era, when even a lad would steal a ladle; if he really left the things outside, they would be taken in no time.

Yang Xiufang said, 'Hey, let's just give these things away. You can't use old things in this new house.'

Han Songlin wanted to say that it would be fine to just throw away the things you don't want, but suddenly remembered something and didn't say anything.

It's now 1994, not 2021.

It's now very normal to give away clothes and utensils that you can't wear at home.

In fact, in 2021, people may not have noticed an industry.

Recycling of second-hand clothes.

Yes, that's it.

The old clothes collected are not sold domestically, but are cleaned, disinfected, and shipped to Africa for sale.

Used clothes are cheap and very popular in Africa.

And now in 1994, there are also merchants in Europe and the United States collecting used clothes and shipping them to China for sale.

Scavengers?

Don't underestimate anyone who scavenges for survival, because they have a determined heart, just like China at this time.

Scavenging for the world!

A group of four set off, and they saw Liu Yang standing under a tree chatting with a girl.

Han Songlin took a closer look at the girl and whispered to Liu Yuyan, 'That girl, she's quite pretty.'

Liu Yuyan smirked, "You men, you just like looking at pretty little girls, don't you?'

Han Songlin put his arm around her, "I like looking at you too.'

Liu Yuyan blushed slightly, 'You're the only one who can say that!'

They didn't drive, as the county town was not very big at the time, and they could walk there in a few steps.

The house already had all the furniture and other things, so there was no need to consider that.

The main things they bought were daily necessities.

Even the stove and other things were already prepared by Liu Yuyan.

Because there were too many things to buy, they also found a rickshaw to pull the goods back.

In the city, there is never a shortage of people who help people transport and move goods.

There are also people who help push carts.

There are some steep roads where the rickshaw naturally cannot go up, so people have to push.

For each push, they were paid 35 cents as a fee for their trouble.

This was the price in the 2000s, I don't know what the fee is now.

Han Songlin gave the rickshaw master 20 yuan, and the man not only helped pull the things over, but also helped carry them into the house.

It had been agreed that the things would be pulled over, but nothing had been said about unloading them or anything like that.

'Hey, master, you gave me too much money!' He said, leaving 10 yuan behind and handing Han Songlin the other 10 yuan.

Han Songlin did not take it, looking at the dark-skinned middle-aged man, who naturally had nothing to do with handsome; at this time, his face was full of sincerity.

'This is a thank-you fee for you, thank you for helping to move the things in!'

The middle-aged man shook his head and handed the money to Han Songlin: 'I can't take this, ten yuan was already too much, so I can't take any more!'