Looking up and seeing Feng Qingxue, the staff member said weakly: "Comrade, what's the matter?"

"Hello comrade, I want to see if there are any old furniture or old books or something."

Feng Qingxue said this and began to complain: "Comrade, waste is shameful, and I came here with no other options. My five-year-old sister and I were kicked out of our home by my brother and sister-in-law, and we had to live in a house owned by a family that had lost its way in the production team. There were no doors, no windows, no beds, and no tables. I could stand it, but my little sister couldn't! I don't have a ticket to buy new furniture at the store, so I wanted to come and see if the purchasing station had any suitable old furniture. I also wanted to see if there were any porcelain bowls and books or something like that. I wanted to teach my little sister to read so she wouldn't be illiterate."

The staff member was a middle-aged man with an honest look. "Go to the warehouse. There are a lot of old furniture, old wood, old books and so on in there. They are going to be sent to support national construction. Recycling is a good virtue. You can go in and pick some, but you can't take out the reactionary capitalists' books. Moreover, these things must be weighed and paid for."

Feng Qingxue expressed her understanding, saying that waste also belongs to the country, so of course it needs to be bought with money.

“Cough cough… cough cough…”

As soon as she entered, Feng Qingxue was almost choked to death by the overwhelming dust.

The scrap yard doesn't have a warehouse. As soon as you enter the gate, you'll see a large yard filled with piles of junk. Piled in the open air are broken copper, rotten iron, old furniture and other things. Under the thatched shed are all kinds of books and waste paper, probably because they're afraid of rain.

At this time, several people who had brought in the waste were unloading and weighing the goods.

The people who brought the waste and unloaded it were obviously those who collected waste from various places, while the ones who weighed it were the staff of the waste station.

Feng Qingxue didn't dare to look any further and walked straight under the shed.

With someone around, she didn't dare put things into the space blatantly. She could only quietly put the thread-bound ancient books and calligraphy and paintings she liked into the space while looking for textbooks.

Fortunately, as long as she touches the real object, she can put it into the space with just a thought.

In fact, she didn't want to steal antique books, but she had to do so due to the circumstances.

Her heart was filled with pity for these destroyed cultural relics.

In the future, when the country pays more attention to this area, she will donate the valuable cultural relics such as ancient books, calligraphy and paintings that she stole from the scrap collection station to the country, and will not keep them for herself.

It was not because of anything else, but because these things were stolen by her, not bought by herself.

If you buy something yourself, it is of course yours. But if you steal something, it is not yours, and you will feel guilty about it.

A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way.

She comes from a scholarly family and, under the influence of her elders, has also come into contact with real objects. Naturally, she knows some appreciation of cultural relics. Now she can tell at a glance whether an ancient book, calligraphy and painting has value.

There are not many valuable cultural relics, books, calligraphy and paintings here, and most of the waste paper is textbooks, magazines, newspapers and the like.

Feng Qingxue quickly transferred the valuable ancient books, calligraphy and paintings into the space, and only had textbooks and unused papers of this era in her hands. It took her a lot of effort to collect the textbooks, including one set of elementary school textbooks, one set of junior high school textbooks, and one set of high school textbooks. The most important thing was that she found two and a half sets of "Self-study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry".

There were seventeen volumes in a set, but she only collected two sets. She searched through the entire pile of waste paper but still couldn't collect the third set.

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

Many people born after the 1980s may have never heard of this book, but those who took the college entrance examination in 1977 must be very familiar with it. This book was really a rare treasure back then. Many people queued up all night to buy this book. The printing factory also worked overtime and used the printing paper of the Little Red Book.