Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 300: Educated Youth vs. Village Grass 31

The package was really packed full, containing five carefully made air-dried chickens and five air-dried rabbits, each of which exuded an enticing aroma. It was the result of their hard work during this period.

In addition, there are some brightly colored fabrics that look particularly bright under the sunlight.

Qin Zhan suddenly remembered that the cloth he bought last time seemed to have been left idle in the corner except for being used to make sheets and quilt covers.

He thought that when he came back from town in the afternoon, he could ask Aunt Guihua if she could make clothes. If she could, he would ask her to help him make the clothes.

Thinking of this, Qin Zhan walked forward, took the heavy package, and then let Song Zibai sit on the back seat of the bicycle.

The back seat of this bicycle is very exquisite, with a soft cushion tied to it.

Qin Zhan had put a lot of thought into making it. The country roads were full of potholes and were very worn. Qin Zhan could clearly feel the bumps when he was riding in the front, and he knew that Song Zibai must be feeling bad sitting in the back as well.

So he took out cotton from the space and carefully made this soft cushion for Song Zibai.

"Brother Qin, let me hold the package." Song Zibai looked at the big package on the bicycle, worried that it would fall down.

"No need, just put the package on the horizontal bar in front. You, just hold my waist tightly. The road is not good, don't fall accidentally." Qin Zhan said.

Song Zibai gently put his arm around Qin Zhan's waist, and Qin Zhan rode off steadily.

Although they set out half an hour later than the others, Qin Zhan rode his bike very fast, and the bicycle was much more convenient than the slow ox cart.

In less than an hour, they caught up with the ox cart.

"Uncle Liu, are you driving to town?" Qin Zhan greeted Uncle Liu, the driver of the ox cart, with a smile.

When Grandpa Liu looked up and saw Qin Zhan, a kind smile immediately appeared on his face. He chuckled and replied, "Yes, I'm taking the villagers to town to buy some things. The harvest will start tomorrow. This is the most tiring time of the year, and everyone needs to nourish their bodies well."

"That's right, it's time to take some good care of yourself. Uncle, we'll leave first. We'll go to Shengzi's house to see him in the evening," Qin Zhan said.

"Okay, you guys go first." Uncle Liu waved his hand.

After Qin Zhan exchanged greetings with Uncle Liu, he continued riding his bike forward.

Liu Na was sitting on the ox cart watching Qin Zhan riding away on his bicycle in a leisurely manner, and the fire of jealousy in her heart suddenly rose up again.

She began to feel unbalanced again. Why could Song Zibai live so comfortably while she had to ride on this crowded and bumpy ox cart?

Qin Zhan was still completely unaware that Liu Na had already embarked on the road to death, but it was no big deal to him. After all, he had been on guard against Liu Na from the very beginning.

That day, the two of them came to the town and went straight to the post office to send the package they wanted to send.

"Zibai, let's go to the scrap collection station." Qin Zhan suddenly said. He had been thinking about this matter in his mind.

In his opinion, the scrap collection station is a treasure trove in the literature of the time, and maybe he can pick up some treasures there.

"What are we going there for? Do we want to buy anything?" Song Zibai looked confused.

In his impression, there is nothing good to buy at the scrap collection stations nowadays, mostly just waste paper and the like.

"Let's go buy some paper and use it to start a fire when we get home." Qin Zhan said helplessly. He was really fed up with using pine needles to start a fire. He had to go out and pick them up himself every time. Not only was it troublesome, but it was also very time-consuming.

He couldn't bear to see Song Zibai work so hard, and he didn't want to do this tiring work all the time.

"Buy paper to light the stove? Do you have too much money and don't know where to spend it?" Song Zibai became anxious when he heard it, and was so angry that he even spoke in dialect. He really couldn't understand why Qin Zhan had such a ridiculous idea.

"If we go to pick up bargains, we need a suitable reason, let's say we want to buy some waste newspapers." Qin Zhan leaned close to Song Zibai's ear and explained in a low voice.

Looking at Song Zibai with his hands on his hips and looking angry, he actually felt that Song Zibai was lively and cute.

"Well, why didn't you explain it clearly earlier?" Song Zibai finally reacted and suddenly felt that his reaction just now was a bit extreme. A blush appeared on his face and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Song Zibai did not delay any longer. He pulled Qin Zhan onto the bicycle and rushed towards the scrap collection station.

The two arrived at the scrap collection station, greeted the security guard warmly, and couldn't wait to go in.

As soon as they entered, the two began to rummage through the pile of waste.

While Song Zibai wasn't paying attention, Qin Zhan secretly put two yellow pear flower chairs and a Q Dynasty porcelain bowl into his bag.

Qin Zhan is like a walking encyclopedia. He can basically tell whether these antiques are real or fake with just one look.

He was also thinking that if business was not doing well in the future, he could support himself and Song Zibai with his ability to identify antiques.