"Aunt Xu." Feng Qingxue called out, and then said, "You can call me Qingxue."

"Hey!" Aunt Xu responded with red eyes, "My daughter, Qingxue, I don't want anything else, just food. You can bring coarse and fine grains. Even if I can't come up with good things to exchange, my old friends have hidden a lot. We are a bunch of old guys, all of us are struggling to survive, and every household needs food to save lives."

"I see, I understand." Aunt Xu's identity determines her circle of friends. Her old friends are either capitalists, scholars, landlords, etc., all of whom have a bad background.

"There are still many good people in this world! Look, I met you today." Aunt Xu sighed.

Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, "Aunt Xu, I have been dealing in grain for many years and rarely go around the city. I want to ask where I can get old furniture, old doors and windows and other things."

Now that our house is bare, we have to install doors and windows, and get a bed, a table and chairs.

When Aunt Xu heard Feng Qingxue's question, she was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted.

"My daughter, if you want to get some old furniture, go to the scrap yard. In recent years, when our homes were raided, the things in our homes were smashed and burned except for those that could not support national construction. The rest were either handed over to the state or sent to the scrap yard. Of course, there are people in the second-hand market who want to sell these old things in exchange for food, but they are not as cost-effective as those at the scrap yard."

At this point, Aunt Xu thought for a moment and whispered, "My girl, I can see that you have good eyesight. If your family background is good and you have a place to hide things without being discovered, go to the scrap yard and the flea market. You have food in your hand, what good things can't you buy? Many people sell things for money but still can't buy food. This is an opportunity."

Feng Qingxue's expression changed and she nodded.

Aunt Xu said sadly, "Gold is valuable in troubled times, and antiques are valuable in prosperous times. Although it is not a troubled time now, life is not much different. But you are young, and you can wait until the prosperous times come. By then, people's living standards will improve, and they will pay attention to elegance and focus on antiques."

"I remember that, ma'am."

Feng Qingxue sighed, this is really an old man with vision, no wonder there is a saying that goes "An old man in the family is like a treasure."

Aunt Xu patted her hands and said, "Good girl."

The two did not dare to stay for long, and after talking, they separated and went their own ways.

Feng Qingxue put the bracelet into the space, and walked towards the scrap collection station that Aunt Xu mentioned, carrying the empty backpack.

Aunt Xu told her the addresses of the scrap collection station and the second-hand market, so it was easy to find them.

Aunt Xu's words reminded her that countless cultural heritages had been destroyed in this era.

My grandmother once said that the biggest regret in her life was watching her house being smashed and burned down, with many antiques destroyed on the spot, including many lost books.

Therefore, Feng Qingxue tried her best to get the antiques in the scrap yard.

She has space, so storage will be foolproof.

Because of the policy of destroying the four olds, scrap collection stations experienced a period of unprecedented prosperity.

Their county town is not big, and there are relatively few rich people. The scrap collection station is not very big either, but when Feng Qingxue arrived, there were still two or three flatbed trucks pulling in scraps, all of which were broken copper and iron.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There were also staff guarding the scrap collection station, who were sitting at the door basking in the sun. Needless to say, they were still pale and thin.