Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Seeking Help, Searching for Books at the Scrap Station Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Seeking Help, Searching for Books at the Scrap Station Luo Qiao’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she asked carefully, “Won’t that cause trouble for others?”

Lu Yichen thought for a moment and said, “Just follow the policy. If there’s an exam, then take the exam. It’s not like we are asking them to cheat.”

Luo Qiao was delighted and a smile appeared on her face. She looked at Lu Yichen across from her and said, “Then I’ll treat you to shepherd’s purse dumplings tonight.”

Lu Yichen didn’t say anything, but a faint smile could be seen on his face.

Just then, the waiter called out, “The food for table three is ready, please come and get it.”

It was then that Luo Qiao remembered that this was not the future era where the customer is king.

She had no choice but to get up and go with Lu Yichen to the serving window to carry their food over.

However, the chef’s skills were quite good. The braised pork was fatty without being greasy and lean without being tough. Luo Qiao ate a few bites and then stopped, afraid she wouldn’t finish the large serving of noodles and that it would be wasteful.

It had been a while since she arrived here, and this was the first time she had eaten meat. There were various vegetables in the space, but no meat, which made her seriously suspect that the previous owner of the space was a vegetarian.

Otherwise, why would there be no hint of meat at all in the space? With this thought, Luo Qiao was reminded of another purpose for her visit to the commune this time.

Lu Yichen pushed some of the braised pork towards Luo Qiao and said, “Eat more meat.”

Luo Qiao smiled and pointed at the bowl of noodles, “This bowl is not small; I’m afraid the noodles will be left over.”

Lu Yichen was about to say that left over was not a problem but, looking around at the other diners, he kept his words to himself.

Luo Qiao had to work hard to finish the bowl of noodles. Now there were no small servings; all were served in the same large, coarse porcelain bowls.

After finishing their meal, Lu Yichen asked, “Are you going back to the village now, or do you want to continue looking around?”

Luo Qiao didn’t hide her intention: “I want to go to the recycling station to look for some textbooks.”

Lu Yichen pointed her in the right direction, and the two parted ways.

By the time she arrived at the recycling station, an elderly grandfather was guarding the entrance. Luo Qiao explained her purpose, and the old man said, “Find what you need quickly and leave. The books are three cents a pound.”

Luo Qiao nodded and entered the yard. The commune’s recycling station was not large, just one big warehouse with some iron frames and broken tables piled up in the yard. Inside the warehouse, there was a musty smell.

Without giving it much thought, she quickly began searching and, after some effort, found a complete set of middle school textbooks. She was still missing a few high school books, which she would look for another time. In a corner, she also found three thread-bound books, all damaged to various extents.

Among other odds and ends, she found a porcelain vase. She wasn’t sure if it was an antique, but it looked like one, so she included it with her finds.

Having found nothing else of interest, she carried her items out and had the guard weigh them. The total came to twenty-one pounds and sixty-three cents.

The kind old man even found her some string to tie everything up with. After paying, Luo Qiao took out a handful of jujubes from her pocket and left them on the table with a word of thanks before she departed.

She had nothing else of value on her, and the jujubes, produced in her space, weren’t worth much, so giving them away as a token of gratitude was just right.

Finding a secluded corner, she transferred her items into the space—carrying them was inconvenient. Now all that was left was to see where she could buy some chicks. She didn’t find any chicks, but in an alley, she came across someone selling ducklings.

There were a total of ten ducklings left in the basket. They were originally one dime each, but Luo Qiao agreed to take them all, pricing each at eight cents, along with the basket, for a total of one yuan.