With a Door In Mind

It is probably because Fang Dongxing is not very busy now, so Fang Dongxing is also happy to say a few more words.

After being surprised, Zhou Xiaochuan and the two joined the ranks of packing things.

In fact, there is not much to clean up, except for a wooden table near the door, and a scale next to it.

The rest of the warehouse was so full that there was only one barely passable path left, and the whole warehouse smelled of ink and mold.

No matter how tidy it is, it is also a place for recycling waste materials.

Take the foreign fork and send the waste products pushed at the door to the corresponding place.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the two trucks parked in the open space of the compound, and asked Fang Dongxing strangely: "Isn't that a truck? Why don't you drive it? Is it broken?"

Fang Dongxing glanced at the words, and said indifferently: "Oh, it's not broken. Those two cars belonged to the two leaders of the transportation team. Didn't they go to the farm to receive education? It's just empty, so expensive Who dares to open something!"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded when he heard the words, instead of asking now, he would ask later.

While he was busy, he scanned the entire warehouse, originally wanting to see if there were any leaks.

In the end, everything here is really rubbish!

Except for a small number of modern books that are still complete, the rest are waste paper.

Not all junkyard people are fools.

The common people are simple, but not stupid.

After all, he is from the provincial capital.

Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I have much more knowledge than that in the countryside.

So many rich people and dignitaries like to collect things, it must be a good thing, but it can't be made public.

If you saw this at the scrap yard, the things that could be hidden would have been hidden long ago, and the things that couldn't be hidden would have been destroyed.

But he is not disappointed, he is just curious, after all, spending money to buy and picking up good things are two different emotions.

It's not all rubbish!

At least the pile of white and yellow paper on the wooden table,

Just a good thing.

rice paper.

And look at the color has been quite a few years.

Rice paper was originally a product of Huizhou, so he was not surprised that it appeared here.

Zhou Xiaochuan took advantage of the gap in work, came to the side and reached out to touch it.

Very soft.

There are about a dozen of them, and the top one is densely packed with records, a lot of crooked numbers, and some mud and oil stains.

Presumably, when weighing, I recorded it on it and used it as a draft paper.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan's movements, Lao Zhang, who was busy, glanced at him, and then went back to his work in peace.

Seeing this, Fang Dongxing smiled and said, "You also understand this paper?"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded with a smile, "Oh, this should be rice paper!"

Hearing his words, Fang Dongxing gave a thumbs up, "The people in the Supply and Marketing Headquarters are educated! They really know this paper!"

Then he smiled and said: "Yes! It's rice paper. I heard that the officials, rich people and stinky old people all liked it. Let me tell you, I use this as wallpaper on the walls of my house to make drafts for children. use."

Zhou Xiaochuan was speechless for a while.

How arrogant!

But is blank paper also guilty?

Isn't the other white paper good!

Seeing his expression, Fang Dongxing thought he wanted it, and said with a smile: "Do you want it? Take a few back and make a draft for the child!"

Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head with a smile, "No need! I'm just curious!"

Fang Dongxing nodded, and then went to work.

Originally, there was no goods coming in the afternoon, but I didn't expect to bring over a cart of waste paper.

Seeing this, Fang Dongxing put on nylon gloves and shouted inside: "Old Li, everyone is here to unload the goods! There are gloves in Xiaochuan's drawer. You two take a pair and follow them to unload the goods."

After speaking to Zhou Xiaochuan, he went to take out a cigarette and handed it to the driver who got off the car.

The other party was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he was wearing army green clothes.

"Xiao Liu! Are you giving it off today?"

"Yes, Brother Fang!"

The other party took the cigarette and smiled at him, then lit a match.

Fang Dongxing also lit a cigarette, smiled at him and said, "Is there any more in the afternoon? I can't let it go, why don't you let it go!"

"No, it hasn't been delivered yet!"

The two chatted there.

Zhou Xiaochuan and the others put on gloves and began to carry waste paper from the car.

This cart is full of waste paper, there is no waste cloth or waste linen, and the waste paper is packed in sacks.

As long as the anti-sack is put on the scale and weighed, other people will come to carry things.

Old man Li, the oldest, was holding a notebook in his left hand and a pencil in his right, playing with the weight.

There is also an abacus next to it.

The weight is being recorded there, weighing one bag and recording one bag.

Zhou Xiaochuan climbed directly onto the car and put down the bags one by one.

Although Tao Miaomiao is a woman, a sack of paper can be light or heavy, ranging from seventy to eighty catties to thirty to forty catties. After all, she has grown medicinal materials and done farm work for several years.

So the sack is also very hempy when resisting.

But it was Zhou Xiaochuan who resisted lightly for her, otherwise she would not be able to bear it if she resisted too much.

After a while, Fang Dongxing, who had been chatting before, came over and joined the ranks of resisting the sack.

At this time, the truck was not that big, even if it was overloaded, it would only weigh a few tons, and more than half of it would be broken after half an hour of resistance.

"This lesbian is not bad! She has a lot of strength!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhao, one of the four before, said with a smile.

Tao Miaomiao resisted a sack of sacks, and smiled at him: "I have done farm work before, and I have some strength, but I still can't compare to you!"

Zhou Xiaochuan tried to be as light as possible for himself, and he didn't fail to hear it when he paid the bill!

Another middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "It's not bad!"

Zhou Xiaochuan paid a little attention, Lao Zhang and Lao Li probably didn't talk much because of their identities!

It took close to an hour to unload everything.

Fang Dongxing took the weight from Lao Li and checked the list with the other party.

After confirming that there was no problem, he signed a signature, counted the number of sacks, loaded them into the back compartment of the truck, and the driver drove away.

At this time, several other people, led by the man surnamed Zhao, opened the sack and poured it out.

Zhou Xiaochuan poured things while watching this scene.

Later generations are directly pressed into cakes with machines, which saves space. Anyway, they are all waste paper used for papermaking.

But at this time, the hydraulic press is a high-end product, and the recycling bin can't afford it.

Or it is not eligible to use.

Bags of things were dumped on the ground and scattered all over the place, waste paper, old books and cartons were in a mess.

And there are quite a lot of old books in it, accounting for the majority, but they are all old books.

A few people sorted the things there, then flipped through them, and threw the things directly into the corresponding places behind.

Old books go to old books, newspapers to newspapers.

Zhou Xiaochuan picked up the book casually, glanced at it and threw it behind.

Everyone moves in the same way, only occasionally looking at something curious on it.

Zhou Xiaochuan noticed that old man Li was holding a book, flipped through it casually, and then threw the book into the pile of old books behind.

The main reason is that the old man basically only flipped through the pages a few times before throwing the book out.

But he flipped through a few pages of this book before throwing it out casually.

It's just that Zhou Xiaochuan, who is more careful, seems to be casual when he finds his things, but he is actually very careful.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan glanced at it with his thoughts.

"History of Country Z"

people's education Press.

He had seen these things before, and Xiaomi had a copy of the "History of Country Z", so he didn't care.

But at this moment he paused.

Because the color of the cover is quite different from the color of the book.

Then notice the inside of the first page.

On the right side of the paper, from top to bottom, the regular script reads: Wang Wengong Collection Volume Four, and there are two red seals at the bottom.

A poem is written from there to the left, and a bunch of words are written on the left side of the poem.

Seeing this, he knew that he almost lost sight just now.

He didn't know what this thing was, but he was too familiar with the name.

I learned a lot of his poems in school!

Wang Anshi, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

This book has been packaged by someone, and it looks like an ordinary textbook, but looking at it like this, I don't know if the person who made it was too short on time, so it was very rough.

Just wrap the shell with a layer of textbooks.

If this is seen by people who can read, they will definitely find the abnormality.

I don't know how this thing got here.

However, this thing is packaged like this, which means that the things inside should not be fake, otherwise there is no need to cover it up.

No matter what it is, it's a good thing anyway, let's put it away.

However, he waited for other books to cover this book before taking it away. After all, the old man Li next to him kept looking there, and he didn't look back until it was covered.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the pile of books, scanned them again, and confirmed that they were gone, then he asked Fang Dongxing: "Brother Fang, where did all these things come from? There are a lot of books?"

The other party shook his head, "I don't know, it seems to say that the university is about to start, and the things that have been cleaned up from the university."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded, guessing that this thing should belong to some old pedant.

After the things are packed, there is nothing left to do.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the big truck, smiled at Fang Dongxing and said, "Brother Fang, why don't I drive that truck! I used to be a driver in a textile factory, so I know how to drive this."

Fang Dongxing was surprised when he heard the words, "You know how to drive this? Then why don't you continue to be a driver?"

In his opinion, the driver has more face!

They are all awesome characters! Second only to cadres.

Moreover, it takes a long time to train drivers, and very few drivers are trained to leave the driver's position in the future, except for special circumstances.

"Oh, there is something at home, and I didn't do it later."

Hearing Zhou Xiaochuan's words, Fang Dongxing nodded, hesitated and said, "Then wait a minute, I'll ask the director."

After speaking, he turned and left to find Fang Yong.

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