Chapter 3 I'm here to sell scrap iron

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Although the "plagiarism incident" was a very serious matter at that time, everyone took it for granted when it was put on Lin Hong. After that, the school did not pursue this matter. With the passage of time, everyone gradually left this matter behind, and Lin Hong also regained his previous habits during the exam. , hand in the blank paper.

Lin Hong is an absolute exception in school. He doesn't do his homework and hand in a blank paper. This is a very serious matter. If it were someone else, he would have been fired long ago.

Lin Hong's head teacher had long wanted to kick the guy who dragged the whole class back home, but he didn't dare, because when Lin Hong entered school, it was brought by the principal himself, and he also personally told her in private to take more care of and forgive her.

Many teachers in the school know something about this matter. The reason is that the principal is also an educated youth who went to the countryside, but because he married a local wife, the educated youth stayed when he returned home. At the beginning, the principal and Lin Hong's mother came from the same place.

Of course, Lin Hong, a solitary, naturally doesn't know these things. He still lives his own life.

Recently, Lin Hong is a little depressed, because he has read the books left by his mother many times, and he can recite them with his eyes closed. Therefore, he had to terminate the great plan to go to the car and wood factory at night to "steal and read books".

He studied with a group of fools during the day. He thought it was boring enough, but it was more boring at night. He couldn't close his eyes all night, so these days, he looked here and there, trying to find something interesting to do.

The radio in the treasure chest has been torn over and over many times by him, but every time he sees the circuit boards inside, he can stop, because he is worried that he will accidentally damage the contents, which will cause trouble to future maintenance.

Today is the weekend. There is nothing to do in the car factory. My father came home from work from the car factory very early.

Far away, Lin Hong, who was sitting in a daze in front of his house, saw that his father had carried something special in his hand today.

When his father came to him, he saw that he threw the things in his hand to the ground.

"Dow!"

This thing landed and made a crisp sound.

"Dad, what is this?" Lin Hong asked curiously.

"A piece of scrap iron in the factory is useless in the factory. I brought it back."

Lin Changming was covered with wood chips at this moment. He came to the well in the yard and began to take off his clothes and take a shower.

"Vulaste iron?"

Lin Hong's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he quickly ran over and picked it up and looked around in his hand.

When Lin Changming saw his son's movements, he couldn't help laughing. As he scooped a splash of water directly on his body, he said, "Bad boy, you take this to Lao Xu's place. He specially collects this, and he wants 50 cents."

"Fifty cents!"

Lin Hong was even more happy to hear that this thing could be sold for money. He can buy a lot of things for 50 cents. When he thinks of the sour plum powder and big bubble gum in the village head's store, his saliva keeps secreting.

Thinking of this, Lin Hong immediately walked out of the yard with scrap metal, and then only heard him roaring. The local dog, who was taking a nap in the yard, immediately waved its tail and followed him.

Looking at his son's distant back, Lin Changming's eyes showed a look of guilt:

"Xiao Hong, I made you suffer with my father... She has always wanted you to go there, but how will you be there like this now?"

Lin Changming did not tell his wife about Lin Hong's injury. Over the years, although the two sides have not broken contact, there are many letters there. He received few letters, and every time he wrote, he did not tell his son.

Although the outside world is wonderful, Lin Changming doesn't think it belongs to Lin Hong.

At the head of Heiyan Village, next to the rural road leading to the county, there lived an old man collecting waste. As for the name, Lin Hong didn't know. All he knew was that everyone called him Lao Xu.

In Lin Hong's impression, Lao Xu often came out to collect waste before, but he has rarely seen it for more than a year.

Old Xu's home is not far from Lin Hong's home. Lin Hong has been with his father several times before, but he is familiar with it.

He soon came to a yard full of dilapidated items. Although there was a lot of waste here, there was no strange smell because of the large area. Moreover, Lao Xutou usually likes to tidy up flowers and plants. The whole yard is full of all kinds of flowers and trees. After the careful arrangement of the other party, Lin Hong feels that the environment here is better than his own home.

Of course, this is just Lin Hong's general feeling. At a young age, he naturally doesn't know what space utilization is and architectural layout.

There are many kinds of things in the yard. Every time Lin Hong comes here, he has a feeling of treasure hunting. In his eyes, these things are not garbage, but the treasures waiting for him to explore and dig.

Waste metals, waste plastics, waste tires, waste electronic components and equipment...

Lin Hong was a little overwhelmed all the way. From time to time, he stopped to wait and see. Sometimes he even wanted to get a screw cap and play with it.

"Huh? Why isn't Grandpa Xu here?

At the end of the whole yard, Lin Hong didn't find Lao Xu's figure. He couldn't help but feel very strange. After all, the door was opened.

In the end, he came to a wide canopy. Most of what he saw outside was something that could be placed in the open air and not afraid of the sun and rain. In this awning, most of them were paper waste, such as waste newspapers, waste cartons, and waste magazines and books.

"So many books?"

Seeing the hill-like paper products, and there were some thick books among them, Lin Hong's eyes lit up. He immediately put the iron in his hand on the ground, then quickly walked to the "mountain", squatted down, and began to find what he was interested in.

Lin Hong quickly looked for it. Although most of the books here lacked many parts of the remnants, he had a feeling of being deeply shocked. His heartbeat accelerated and his breathing became a little rapid.

Before, he also came to this waste acquisition station, but he only stayed outside for a short time and never found that all the good things were here.

Lin Hong turned over many books in a row. In the end, only half of the magazine cover was so dilapidated that it attracted his attention. There was a long black strip of electronic components on the cover. On both sides of the black strip, there were two rows of neat stitches. Lin Hong remembered very clearly that in his radio, there were very More things like this.

"China Radio?"

Lin Hong looked at the name of the magazine and looked forward to it.

He opened the cover and began to read it slowly. There was an article about the history of radio in front of him.

"Radio has a history of more than a hundred years. At the end of the 19th century, a large number of talented figures emerged in the Western world. Among them, the one who contributed the most to radio was a Scotsman. His name was Maxwell..."

Lin Hong was soon immersed in this article. For the first time, he had a vague concept of the magical thing of "radio". In his mind, there seemed to be a picture of history. In the history of radio, those great and outstanding figures appeared one after another.

Unfortunately, I don't know why this magazine was "cut in half". He can only see half of each page, and then he has to start from another page. Although there are so many faults, Lin Hong is still fascinated.

"Cough..."

Two coughs suddenly came from Lin Hong's ear.

Lin Hong was suddenly shocked, and the magazine in his hand fell to the ground.

"Grandpa Xu."

I don't know when the old Xu head of the waste station has stood behind him.

He is wearing a blue worker's clothing at this moment, with a white cotton mesh glove in his hand, and the other side of his palm is already dark.

Lin Hong quickly stood up, then picked up the iron block on the ground and explained:

"I'm here to sell scrap metal."