Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland Chapter 35 - 35 Scrap Yard1

Chapter 35: Scrap Yard_1

ng Yunhan watched the old lady making shoes, and went into the warehouse, starting to pick things one by one.

She was surprised to find so furniture made of sandalwood. Though it was just a stool, ng Yunhan looked around carefully and cautiously moved it into her space, then lowered her head and continued to search.

She felt as guilty as a thief. Although she had experienced the ruthlessness of business battles, this was only the second ti she was hiding things like this.

But if she didn’t, many artifacts would be destroyed.

Now she could only suppress her guilt and continue to select items.

Clutching a large stack of books, she left the scrap station.

Finally, she didn’t have to feel like a guilty thief anymore.

Holding a large stack of books and heading towards the supply and marketing committee, she saw the oxcart coming to pick her up.

ng Yunhan turned back to look at the scrap station. How long had she been in there? They had sold all the seeds.

“Sister Yan, are these all books?”

“Yes.”

Looking at that pile of things, and seeing the dust on ng Yunhan, they knew she had truly been working hard to find them.

“Miss ng, get on the cart, we’ll go eat later.” There were restaurants at that ti, just affiliated with the governnt.

The three n ordered dozens of stead buns and three at dishes, and ng Yunhan, after a stead bun and a bit of vegetable, was full. The n, however, had no such reservations. Their hearty and voracious eating reminded her of Yun Hao. She wondered how he was doing in the army now.

She had mailed the letter over ten days ago; she had no idea if he had received it or would reply?

Then the four of them took the oxcart towards Qingzhao Village.

When they got back to Qingzhao Village, it was already dark. Yun Hai dropped ng Yunhan off, said hello to her parents, and left.

“Mom and Dad, you guys should go to bed. I will have so dinner and then go to sleep.”

“We left so food warm for you in the pot.”

ng Yunhan took the oil lamp to the kitchen.

After a while, she returned to her room with the lamp.

Back in her space, while organizing things, she had a smile on her face.

Her trip to the county was quite fruitful, obtaining rare books, dical texts, a sandalwood box, sandalwood stool, artworks, and so high school textbooks.

When she first saw this sandalwood box, ng Yunhan collected it without much thought. Now, looking at it again, she found it was empty. She imdiately put the rare books and artworks in the sandalwood box. It was fortunate that the rare books take no space, and that in her previous life she had learned about them when she had paid a lot for a rare book to secure a big contract.

Closing the box, ng Yunhan went to bed. She was truly tired from concealing her treasures at the scrap station and then the jostling ride ho on the oxcart.

She pulled the blanket over herself and soon fell asleep.

When the school started, ng Yunhan went to teach. She was a language arts teacher. Qingzhao Village was a large village with thousands of residents. Children made up one fourth of the population, and one tenth of them were able to attend school.

There were five classes, each with a teacher.

Having only started teaching last year, ng Yunhan taught first and second grade language arts.

Perhaps because of her experience in her previous life, ng Yunhan taught with great patience. The children quickly grew fond of this beautiful teacher who told them stories.