Chapter 427 Hearing the News 1
I haven't been to the scrap collection station for a long time. Because it was cold, the staff were a bit lazy and let them in without much questioning.
The waste in the scrap yard is still mainly recyclable waste such as calligraphy and paintings, waste paper, newspapers, wood, copper and iron, occasionally mixed with some porcelain. They are piled up there in different categories. Some are piled in the open air, covered with snow, like snow mountains.
Feng Qingxue thought it would be the same as before, and there wouldn't be many particularly precious things in it. But when she approached the pile of waste paper, she saw at first glance a painting that could have been auctioned for hundreds of millions before she traveled through time. It was just that it was not properly protected during the snowy day, so it was a little damp and the picture was slightly damaged. Fortunately, the damage was not in the ink, but in the blank space.
She carefully pushed aside the other waste paper that was pressing on the painting and took the painting in her hands.
The bamboo scroll that mounted the painting should have been removed, leaving only a painting.
Uncle Li was sorting the unloaded waste, classifying them one by one. He was very familiar with Feng Qingxue, after all, he came here very often. Seeing that she liked the painting, he said, "If you want it, put it in the waste paper and take it out later. I'll weigh it for you so that others won't ask you to take it out. The waste station has regulations that these things are bad things and can be used to make pulp for reuse."
Feng Qingxue was overjoyed, "Thank you, Uncle Li. I'll trouble you later!"
Uncle Li's family lived on his salary alone, and they lived a very difficult life. Even so, he never complained about his fate. The only time he did so was when he couldn't afford the expensive fine grains on the black market and quietly asked Feng Qingxue if she had any at home. He was willing to pay for it. He wanted to buy some fine grains to make noodles for his seriously ill and dying mother.
That was last autumn. Feng Qingxue went to the city to grind flour. While waiting in line, he came to the scrap yard to do some shopping and directly gave him a few kilograms of flour.
Uncle Li was extremely grateful, and later he helped Feng Qingxue.
Lu Jiang had been influenced by his surroundings since he was a child, and his eyesight was first-rate. As soon as he came in, he took a fancy to a copper lump, weighed it in his hand, and asked, "Uncle Li, where do you get these things?"
Uncle Li smiled and said, "I haven't heard of many house searches in the past two years. They only happened when the local tyrants were beaten and the land was divided and the class status was determined. These things were all collected from various counties. Some families used to be rich, but now they have a hard time, so they sell their old things. The state strictly prohibits private transactions, and the inspections are strict this year. The original second-hand markets are not allowed to set up stalls, saying that it is harmful to the national interest. The only way is to send them to the scrap station, so they can receive all kinds of things. It's much cheaper for you to buy second-hand goods from the scrap station than from the second-hand market. The second-hand market is just like the black market. The scrap station follows the national standards and sells them at the same price as the price."
Feng Qingxue didn't find it strange at all.
Although many big landlords and capitalists met with misfortune not long after the founding of the People's Republic of China, most of them met with misfortune during the Cultural Revolution. The scrap collection stations at that time were very busy!
Think about the news we have seen before. Many wealthy people made their first fortune from cultural relics.
Therefore, there is never a shortage of people with vision in the world.
"I see. Uncle Li, I'll pick a few more things, and you can cover for me later!"
Uncle Li said without hesitation: "Pick whatever you want, and I'll weigh and pay for you."
The calligraphy and paintings were sandwiched between the textbooks that could be taken out, the more precious woods were tied together, the copper lumps, bronze daggers and a copper brazier were placed together, and several pottery jars and colored porcelain bowls were bought, spending a total of 18.97 yuan.
(End of this chapter)