The sun rises, and another day comes.

Fu Weilun got up at five in the morning, went out for a simple exercise, and then went to the state-owned restaurant to queue up to buy buns.

After shopping, I returned home and saw the brother and sister who had just woken up. "Wake up, clean up and come over to eat buns."

The big buns were filled with pork filling, which was fat and lean and very fragrant. Paired with the simple egg drop soup, they were very satisfying.

After dinner, the two of them were left at home, and Fu Weilun hurried out again. Fu Xiao knew that he was busy with the relocation of graves.

Although she felt sorry for his hard work, there was nothing she could do now. After all, she was only a twelve-year-old child. She couldn't just tell others that she could just burn the ashes and take them back home. If she really did that, everyone would probably think she was a traitor.

If it were in modern times, this would be very convenient, after all, only ashes would be left after a fire. But in this era, no one would want their loved ones to be cremated. Everyone believes that the dead should be buried in peace and return to their roots.

Fu Xiao packed up all the things in the house. Her grandparents' new clothes were burned when they were buried. What was left were some old clothes, which she packed in a big bag and would mail back to her hometown when the time came!

As for the rest, send them to the scrap yard in the afternoon.

Some furniture items from different years had long been stored in her space. The house only had some simple wooden furniture, so there was no need to clean them up. Leaving them to the neighborhood committee would also leave a good impression. It was impossible for them to be left with an empty house.

The kitchen stuff, just some simple kitchen utensils, are left here.

I sorted out some of my grandfather's medical books and pulse records.

At this time, Fu Yu, who had finished inspecting every room, came over and said, "Sister, these books cannot be left here."

She took out a few books and looked through them, all of which were books on traditional Chinese medicine. She then realized that in this era, traditional Chinese medicine was very dangerous.

"Brother, don't worry, I have read all these books and will put them in the scrap yard later."

Seeing that there was no sign of reluctance on her face, Fu Yu felt relieved and started to pack other things.

Put the medical book in a small box by itself, and be ready to throw it into the space when no one is paying attention.

It took me a long time to clean up the whole family, and there were two packages that needed to be thrown away to the scrap yard.

The quilts were 90% new, and there were a few clothes, so I packed them into a big package. It was not easy to carry it on the train, so I decided to send it by post.

Everything is ready, it's almost twelve o'clock.

"Brother, are you hungry?"

"Let's go, after we send the things, we'll go to the state-owned restaurant for dinner." The young man, who had just finished a glass of water, put down the cup and put the package on the cart.

There is a small wooden cart at home, and the packages to be taken to the scrapyard are placed on it.

"Aren't we waiting for uncle?"

Fu Yu pulled the cart and walked forward. "No need to wait. He doesn't know when he will be done."

Fu Xiao hurriedly followed and pushed the cart from behind.

The scrap station was in an abandoned factory, not far from the Fu family. Two people pushed a wooden cart in. There was only an old man guarding the gate, lying comfortably on a recliner.

Seeing that the person did not get up from the recliner, he just pointed to a place and asked them to put their things in.

The eldest brother didn't ask her for help and put the things away himself.

After leaving the scrap yard, he asked Fu Xiao to wait for a few minutes while he went home alone to get the package to be mailed.

After Fu Yu left, she found a big rock at the entrance of an alley next to the scrap yard and sat down and waited.

She heard a noise coming from the house next door, but she didn't pay much attention to it at first.

"Brother Hu, what time do we start tonight?"

"Nine o'clock, when everyone is asleep,"

"My goodness, is there really so much gold? Could the news be wrong?"

"Gold?" Fu Xiao, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes when he heard these two words. His DNA started to move, and he used his psychic powers to listen carefully to what the other party said.

I only heard the voice of Brother Tiger becoming excited.

"How could this be false? That damn steel factory director embezzled so much money. I saw with my own eyes that more than a dozen boxes were taken out of his house. Even if they were not gold, they were all valuables."

"So, brother, how much can we get in the end?"

"Don't think too much, kid. I'll give you 500 yuan. This money is enough for us to build a house and marry a wife when we return home."

"Brother, five hundred yuan for a dozen boxes of good stuff, that's a bit too little." The younger brother complained.

"You know what? These boxes of stuff were supposed to be confiscated. Someone wanted to take them but couldn't do anything about it, so we had to take them. Think about it, if we didn't have someone above us, those things would be in the Revolutionary Committee, with dozens of people watching over them. Those people had weapons in their hands. Would we be able to get them out?"

I find it strange.

"Brother Hu, why are you making such a fuss? Since you have someone higher up, why don't you just detain him?"

"Humph, these officials have so many twists and turns in their minds! They are very cunning."

Fu Xiao thought to himself: The director of the steel plant, a dozen boxes of gold,

Combined with what they said, it's obvious that someone is trying to intercept the stolen money.

Alas! There are so many bad guys.

Even if you know about this kind of thing, you can't report it directly to the police because you have no idea who is involved.

The fact that they dared to blatantly hire someone to steal things from the Revolutionary Committee proves that this person is quite courageous, and if he is courageous, he must have considerable power in his hands.

Even if my third uncle knew about this, as a county secretary, he would probably be cannon fodder if he met a local tyrant in someone else's territory.

So, this kind of thing is not allowed.

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