Kapok regained his composure and cleaned the house.
After all, she doesn't have any money on her right now, and she is being chased by so many people for debts.
She still has to live in this small rental house.
She collected glass bottles and cans, after all, these things can also be bought for a few dollars.
After tidying up the bottles, Kapok squatted on the ground and let out a long sigh of melancholy. Is she so poor that she has fallen to this level
Thinking of this, Kapok went downstairs, borrowed her tricycle from the landlady's old lady, and put all the wine bottles and cans on it.
Then he rode a tricycle to the nearest place where the trash was collected.
The original owner lived in a very remote place, not a busy city, and the road was very quiet.
But you will encounter many small barbecue stalls.
The old man who collected the rags was surprised to see a young girl riding a tricycle into his yard, and then came down and patted the tricycle with her little hands.
"Master, how much do you charge for this beer bottle?"
Uncle: "..."
The uncle looked at the whole cart of bottles here, and was a little stunned, then came over and put them in bags for her to weigh.
While tidying up, the uncle looked at the plain-faced little girl next to him, who still had a hint of childishness, and suddenly had the desire to talk.
"Girl, did you sell it to your family?"
Kapok nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, I sold it for my dad."
"Oh, that's quite a lot."
The uncle muttered. In the end, Kapok sold the entire car's bottles for thirty yuan by virtue of his three-inch tongue.
Mu Mian put the 30 yuan in her pocket and turned back on a tricycle. Her stomach was really empty, so she just took the 30 yuan she had just collected and bought a pancake by the road.
Carrying pancakes and fruit, she took control of the tricycle and rode to the corner. The road here was a bit congested, and two cars just collided in front of her, so she had to slow down, avoid each other, and pass slowly.
The two cars had already crowded the trail, so Mu Mian simply stopped the car and waited for them to go out first. She was attracted by the smell of pancakes and fruits, which made her hungry stomach growl non-stop.
Kapok opened the bag and couldn't help biting.
Seeing that the car in front was about to drive out, Kapok quickly bit his mouth again, stuffing his entire cheeks, and then put away the pancake fruit, ready to drive the tricycle in.
The license plate in front is expensive. As far as Mu Mian knows, this car probably costs a lot of money. Think about it, she just collected a carload of bottles and only sold it for 30 yuan. Buying a pancake fruit, there is only 20 yuan left. too much.
After doing the calculations like this, when Mu Mian learned the result, she probably wouldn't be able to afford this car in this lifetime.
But how could anyone afford such an expensive car in such a remote place
Kapok suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a high-end residential area in this place. Although the address of the residential area is remote, it has always been quiet here, creating a clean and quiet atmosphere. Many low-key rich people still like this kind of place.
She sniffed, and was just about to pedal when the car in front of her was already coming.
I don't know if it was because of the traffic congestion just now, the owner of the car lowered the window and observed the road conditions, Kapok paused, and subconsciously looked over, Ben was taken aback with a calm expression.
The line of sight gradually became clearer, allowing Mu Mian to see the owner's face clearly. The man's slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, and when turning, the snow-white fingertips twirled gently.
Tomorrow, on the 17th, there will be a one-day exemption fee ~ there will be an update in the early morning of the 18th
(end of this chapter)