"It's the Qian family from Team 3 in Poling. You wouldn't know them anyway." Tan Deming fanned himself. "Cotton clothes are still the most comfortable. This heat is killing me."
"I'll go ask him again today if he has any other books. Since they're just going to sell them to the scrap yard anyway, they might as well sell them to me. It'll save them the trouble of hauling them over there."
"If they're useless, I'll just use them as kindling in the kitchen."
Tan You smiled. "Wouldn't that be a waste? If we really can't use them, just sell them to the scrap yard. Help me find more books—after all, you can read."
Tan Deming smiled too. "Alright. Go on inside and study. Turn on the electric fan if you need to. Don't worry about what your grandma says."
Tan You replied, "No need. I can handle this heat."
