Chapter 35

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

She was surprised to find some furniture made of sandalwood. Though it was just a stool, Meng 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 time 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.

Meng 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 Meng Yunhan, they knew she had truly been working hard to find them.

“Miss Meng, get on the cart, we’ll go eat later.” There were restaurants at that time, just affiliated with the government.

The three men ordered dozens of steamed buns and three meat dishes, and Meng Yunhan, after a steamed bun and a bit of vegetable, was full. The men, 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 Meng Yunhan off, said hello to her parents, and left.

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

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

Meng 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, medical texts, a sandalwood box, sandalwood stool, artworks, and some high school textbooks.

When she first saw this sandalwood box, Meng Yunhan collected it without much thought. Now, looking at it again, she found it was empty. She immediately 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, Meng Yunhan went to bed. She was truly tired from concealing her treasures at the scrap station and then the jostling ride home on the oxcart.

She pulled the blanket over herself and soon fell asleep.

When the school started, Meng 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, Meng Yunhan taught first and second grade language arts.

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