Lu Jiang was busy with work, and someone was looking after the child, so Feng Qingxue, concerned about the scrap she hadn't yet sorted through at the scrap purchasing station, once again disguised herself in an unattractive manner and rode her bicycle leisurely into the scrapyard.
After turning in the gold bars, Uncle Li had established great merit, and when he saw Feng Qingxue, his attitude was especially enthusiastic, considering her to be a lucky star.
Last time it was twenty yuan, and just yesterday it turned out to be several gold bars, worth a total of eight hundred yuan.
"The textbooks I took back yesterday weren't enough; the kids were fighting to scribble in them, so I came over today to pick out a few more," Feng Qingxue said to Uncle Li. She hadn't driven the donkey cart over and couldn't pick out particularly heavy scrap.