Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

At night, the fan was placed by his parents next to Yi Jiale's crib. Yi Jiale stood there helplessly, watching his parents' actions. He felt a little guilty, so he said, "Mom and Dad, aren't you going to blow it?"

Yi Zhonghai and the aunt did not stop what they were doing. One of them was responsible for pulling the wires, and the other was responsible for lifting the fan. After hearing what Yi Jiale said, they smiled and replied, "Mom and Dad are not hot. These are specially bought for you. They are for you to blow, so that you can study or sleep better!" After that, the two smiled at each other, their eyes full of love for their daughter.

Yi Jiale knew that she couldn't persuade her parents. After all, parents always want the best for their children. She blinked and suddenly thought of an idea. She said happily: "Why don't we put my small bed and your big bed together, so that we can both get some fresh air!"

Yi Zhonghai's eyes lit up when he heard his daughter's words. He smiled and said, "Okay, my daughter, you have a great idea!"

So Yi Zhonghai and the auntie started to move Yi Jiale's small bed and carefully placed it next to the big bed and put them together. Soon, the two beds were put together to form a bigger bed.

The family of three lay on the big bed, feeling the cool night breeze, feeling particularly comfortable. They hugged each other tightly, enjoying this warm moment.

As time went by and the night deepened, Yi Jiale, Yi Zhonghai and Auntie gradually fell into a sweet dream. Their faces were filled with happy smiles, as if the whole world had become beautiful and peaceful.

Yi Jiale seemed to be asleep, but he was actually studying in the system space.

After a while, Yi Jiale had learned enough and started looking for materials to make fans. The fan materials in the system mall were easy to buy, but anyone with a little knowledge could see the flaws at a glance, so Yi Jiale could only look for materials everywhere.

Today is a holiday, so Yi Jiale asked his father to take him to the scrap yard. Many protagonists in novels have found treasures in scrap yards, so he has to try it himself.

The scrap yard is in an inconspicuous corner of the old city. Today, my father brought me here on his bicycle, otherwise it would take an hour or two to walk.

At the door was an old man who was watching over the scraps. Yi Zhonghai first took out a Daqianmen and handed it to the old man, but the old man refused to take it. He put his hands behind his back and asked, "No merit, no reward. What are you doing here?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled and pulled Yi Jiale over and said, "Comrade, I'll just tell you the truth! My daughter's family bought a fan, so she disassembled and reassembled the fan at home and taught herself how to assemble the fan. So we wanted to go to the scrap yard to see if there are any damaged fans that can't be used anymore, so that my daughter can go back and practice, which can be considered as learning while having fun."

"Children should cultivate scientific research knowledge from an early age so that they can serve the motherland when they grow up."

The old man at the scrap yard was so shocked by what he said. Looking at how young Yi Jiale was, he still didn't believe it. He said, "You don't want to take the damaged fan back to fix it and then make a profit from it, do you?"

"Your daughter is only five or six years old. How could you possibly know about fans at such a young age?"

Yi Zhonghai quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, comrade, I'm really not a speculator!" As he said that, Yi Zhonghai took out his factory name from his pocket and handed it to the old man at the scrap yard.

"I'm an eighth-level fitter in a steel mill, and there's no need for me to do something like putting my head on my pants! This is what my daughter really wants to learn."

"Also, my daughter, even though she's only a little old, has skipped a grade to the third grade, and has always been number one in the school in every exam!! This child really loves to study and read all kinds of books."

The old man at the scrap yard finally relaxed his expression and took the cigarette from Yi Zhonghai: "You are right, children should learn by doing, it is better to combine education with entertainment!"

"Generally, mechanical scrap that cannot be repaired is thrown over there! You and your daughter can go over and take a look, but you have to make sure that you have to buy them. They're not free!" The old man at the scrap yard pointed to the other side.

Yi Zhonghai quickly noticed the situation, took out a match, lit it, and gave the cigarette to the old man at the scrap yard.

"Don't worry, I know the rules! I'll pay the right amount, I won't waste my words!"

"Excuse me, bro, what's your last name?"

The old man at the scrap yard took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, chuckled and sighed, saying, "It's really a good cigarette. I haven't smoked it in a long time!"

"It's okay to tell you, my last name is Guan."

Yi Zhonghai immediately smiled and said, "Comrade Guan, I see that you have an extraordinary temperament, why are you in this scrap yard?"

Uncle Guan sneered, then looked dejected and said nothing.

Yi Zhonghai understood it immediately and knew that he must have been an official, a businessman or a professor in the past.

Yi Zhonghai asked his daughter to call "Uncle Guan" and then took her to the direction that Brother Guan had just pointed.

Walking into the scrapyard, a stale smell hits you in the face, and what catches your eye is a mountain of books. Some of these books have turned yellow, while others are in tatters. They come from different times and places, and even include some precious foreign materials. However, it is regrettable that these treasures of knowledge are now regarded as useless and discarded here with other waste. What is even more distressing is that even cultural heritage such as the Four Books and Five Classics of ancient times has not been spared and has been casually discarded as feudal dregs.

As we continued walking, we saw some damaged antiques and vintage furniture. They may have been precious collections in the past, but now they are abandoned here in a mess. These items seem to be telling the vicissitudes of history, making us sigh at the ruthlessness of time.

Going deeper into the waste yard, there are more piles of various wastes, including rusty metal components, broken plastic products, and piles of rotten clothes and shoes, which are all wastes from people's lives.

Walking to the place that Grandpa Guan pointed out, there were piles of bicycles, fans and other items that could not be repaired. These items were already worn out and some could not be repaired. Some of the bicycle wheels were deformed and the chains were broken; and the fans were even more horrible, with broken blades and motors. These items were dismantled and the good parts were taken away, leaving only the damaged parts. These waste items piled up like a mountain.

However, these parts that cannot be repaired will be melted, disassembled, and made into other items.

In short, our country is the best at recycling waste.