With a Door In Mind

It is estimated that it is because it 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 up.

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 full, and there was only one road left, and the whole warehouse smelled of ink and mold.

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

Take the foreign fork and send the waste pushed by 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 can't it be driven? Is it broken?"

Fang Dongxing glanced at the words and said indifferently: "Oh, it's not broken, those two cars are the two leaders of the transportation group, didn't they go to the farm to receive education! It's empty there, 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.

As a result, everything here is really rubbish!

Except for a few fairly complete modern books, everything else is waste paper.

Not all junkyard people are fools.

The common people are simple, but not stupid.

After all, they are from the provincial capital.

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

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

If you saw this at the junkyard, those that could be hidden would have been hidden long ago, and those that could not have been destroyed.

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

It's not all rubbish!

At least the stack of white-yellow paper on the wooden table,

Just a good thing.

Rice paper.

And it's been years since I looked at the color.

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

Zhou Xiaochuan took advantage of the gap between work and reached out to touch it.

Very soft.

There are about a dozen or so, the top is densely recorded, many crooked figures, and some soil and oil stains.

Presumably, when weighing, I would record it on it and use it as scratch paper.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan's actions, Lao Zhang, who was busy with his work, glanced at him, and then went about his work in peace.

Fang Dongxing smiled and said, "You know this paper too?"

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and nodded, "Oh, this should be rice paper!"

Hearing his words, Fang Dongxing gave a thumbs up, "The people from the Supply and Marketing Corporation are still literate! They actually know this paper!"

Then he smiled and said: "Yes! It's rice paper. I heard that the old officials, the rich and the old people liked this stuff. 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 white paper also guilty?

Aren't the other white papers good!

Seeing his expression, Fang Dongxing thought he wanted it, and said with a smile, "Would you like it? Take a few and go back to make a draft for the child!"

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and shook his head, "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 a cart of waste paper.

Seeing this, Fang Dongxing put on nylon gloves, and shouted to the inside: "Old Li, come 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 talking to Zhou Xiaochuan, he took out a cigarette and handed it to the driver who got off the bus.

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

"Liu! Are you sending it today?"

"Yes, Brother Fang!"

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

Fang Dongxing also lit a cigarette and smiled at him: "Is there any more in the afternoon? I can't put it down, or let it slow down there!"

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

The two were chatting there.

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

This car is full of waste paper, there is no waste cloth and waste hemp and the like, and the waste paper is packed in sacks.

As long as the anti-sacks are put on the scale and weighed, everyone else will come to carry things.

The eldest old man, Li, was holding a notebook in his left hand and a pencil in his right hand, playing with the scale.

There is an abacus next to it.

The weight is being recorded there, the bag is weighed and the bag is recorded.

Zhou Xiaochuan climbed directly into the car and put the bags down.

Although Tao Miaomiao is a woman, a sack of paper can be light or heavy. The heavy one is seventy or eighty catties, and the light one is only thirty or forty catties.

Therefore, the sacks are also very slippery.

However, it was Zhou Xiaochuan who gave her the resistance lightly, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stand it if he resisted too much.

After a while, Fang Dongxing, who had been chatting before, came over and joined the ranks of anti-sacks.

At this time, the truck was not that big. Even if it was overloaded, it only weighed a few tons. It took half an hour to get more than half of it.

"This lesbian is not bad! She has strength!"

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

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

Zhou Xiaochuan tried his best to be as light as he could, so it wasn't that he couldn't hear the bills!

Another middle-aged man next to him said with a smile: "It's not bad!"

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

It took almost an hour to unload everything.

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

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

At this time, several other people, under the leadership of the man surnamed Zhao, opened the sack and poured it out.

Zhou Xiaochuan watched this scene while pouring things.

In later generations, the machine is directly pressed into cakes, which saves space. Anyway, they are all waste paper used for papermaking.

However, at this time, the hydraulic press is a high-end product, and the recycling station cannot afford it.

Or not eligible to use it.

Bags of things were dumped on the ground, scattered all over the place, waste paper, old book and paper casings, and a lot of mess.

And there are quite a few old books in it, accounting for most of them, but they are all old books.

A few people classified things there, then flipped through it, and threw the things directly to the corresponding place in the back.

Old books are thrown into old books, and newspapers are put in the place where newspapers are placed.

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

Everyone is doing the same thing. Occasionally, when you see something curious about it, you will look at 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 just flipped the book a few times and threw the book out.

But he flipped through a few pages of the book before throwing it out at random.

It was just that Zhou Xiaochuan, who was more careful, seemed to be casual when he discovered his things, but he was actually very careful.

When Zhou Xiaochuan saw this, his thoughts swept over.

"The History of Country Z"

people's education Press.

He has seen these things before. What's good about "The History of Country Z", Xiaomi has a copy, so he doesn't care.

But this time 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 main book reads: The fourth volume of Wang Wengong's collection of papers, and there are two red seals below.

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

Seeing this, he knew that he had almost lost his sight.

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

In school, I learned his poems a lot!

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

This book has been packaged, and it looks like an ordinary textbook, but looking at it like this, I don’t know if the people who got it are too busy, so the work is very rough.

Just wrap the shell with a textbook layer.

If someone who knows words can see this, they will definitely find anomalies.

I don't know how this thing got here.

However, this thing is packaged in this way, indicating that the content inside should not be fake, otherwise there is no need to cover it up.

No matter what he is, it is a good thing anyway, put it away and talk about it.

However, he still waited for other books to cover this book before taking it away. After all, the old man next to Li kept his gaze there, and he did not withdraw his gaze until it was covered.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the pile of books, scanned it again, and confirmed that it was gone. Then he asked Fang Dongxing, "Brother Fang, where did all this come from? Are there a lot of books?"

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

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

Once everything was packed, there was nothing left to do.

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

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

In his opinion, what a face the driver is!

They are all characters of Niu X Boom! second only to the cadres.

Moreover, the training time of drivers is long, and few drivers are trained to leave the post of drivers later, except for special circumstances of course.

"Oh, there was something at home, but 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.