Chapter 427 Arriving after hearing the news 1

I haven’t been to the scrap collection station for a long time. Because of the cold weather, the staff were a little lazy and let them in without much questioning.

The waste in the scrap station is still mainly recyclable waste such as calligraphy and painting, waste paper, newspapers, wood, copper, ironware, etc., occasionally mixed with some porcelain, and is piled in different categories. Some are piled in the open air, covered with snow, like snow mountains. Same.

Feng Qingxue thought it would be the same as before, without many particularly precious things in it. Unexpectedly, when she walked closer to the waste paper pile, she saw at first sight a calligraphy and painting that could be auctioned for hundreds of millions before she traveled through time. It was not properly protected on a snowy day, so it was a little damp, and the picture was slightly damaged. Fortunately, the damage was not in the inked areas, but in the white space.

She carefully pushed aside other scraps of paper that were pressed against the painting and took the painting in her hands.

The framed bamboo scroll must have been removed, leaving only a painting.

Uncle Li was sorting out the unloaded scraps, sorting them one by one. He was very familiar with Feng Qingxue. After all, he came here a lot. Seeing that she liked the painting, he said: "If you want, I will put it between the scraps in a while." Take it out and I'll weigh it for you so that no one else asks you to take it out. The scrap station has regulations. These things are all bad and should be pulped for reuse."

Feng Qingxue was overjoyed, "Thank you, Uncle Li, I'll trouble you later!"

Uncle Li's family lived on his salary, and life was very difficult. Even so, he did not become resentful. The only time he quietly asked Feng Qingxue if he could not afford high-priced fine grains on the black market was if he had any at home. He was willing to pay for it. He wanted to buy some fine grains to make noodles for his mother, who was seriously ill and about to die.

It was after the autumn of last year, Feng Qingxue went to the city to grind flour. While waiting in line, he came to the scrap station to search for treasures and gave him a few kilograms of flour directly.

Uncle Li was extremely grateful, and later opened the door for Feng Qingxue.

Lu Jiang has been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and his eyesight is also very good. As soon as he came in, he noticed a copper lump and weighed it in his hand, "Uncle Li, where did you collect these things?"

Uncle Li smiled and said: "I haven't heard much about the confiscation of homes in the past two years. It only happened when the local tyrants were attacked to divide the land and classify the land. These things were recovered from various counties. Some families used to be rich, but now they are If you don't feel comfortable, you take out your old things and sell them. The country strictly prohibits private trading, and the inspections will be strict next year. No stalls are allowed in the original flea market. It is said to harm the national interest. The only way is to send it to the scrap station. So you can get all kinds of things. It’s much cheaper to buy used goods from junkyards than in flea markets. The flea market is just like the black market. Scrapyards all charge according to national standards and sell what they charge. "

Feng Qingxue didn't find it strange at all.

Although many big landowners and capitalists were unlucky not long after the founding of the People's Republic of China, most of them were unlucky during the cultural catastrophe. The scrap collection depots at that time were a big help!

Thinking about the news I have seen, many rich people use cultural relics as their first pot of gold and then make a fortune.

Therefore, there is never a shortage of discerning people in the world.

"I see. Uncle Li, then I'll pick a few more things. You can cover me later!"

Uncle Li said without hesitation: "You pick whatever you want, and I will weigh it for you and settle the accounts."

The calligraphy and paintings were sandwiched in the textbook that could be taken out. The more precious wood materials were bundled together. The copper knives and bronze daggers were placed together with a copper brazier. I bought several clay pots and colorful porcelain bowls for a total of eighteen yuan and nine cents. Seven cents.