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

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

After saying this, Feng Qingxue began to complain: "Comrade, waste is shameful, and I have no choice but to come here. My five-year-old sister and I were kicked out of the house by my brother and sister-in-law, and we stayed in the house of an extinct family in the production team. , no doors, no windows, no bed, no table, I can bear it, but my little sister can’t stand it! I don’t have tickets to go to the store to buy new furniture, so I wanted to see if there are any suitable old furniture at the collection station. I also want to see if there is any porcelain. Bowls and books, I want to teach my little sister how to read and not be illiterate.”

The staff member was a middle-aged man who looked honest and honest. "Go to the warehouse to look for it. There are a lot of old furniture, old wood, old books, etc., which are to be sent to support national construction. Recycling of waste is a good virtue, you can go in You can choose, but the books of the reactionary capitalists cannot be taken out, and these things must be paid for on a scale.”

Feng Qingxue expressed her understanding that waste products also belonged to the country and of course they needed to be bought with money.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Once inside, Feng Qingxue almost choked to death from the overwhelming dust.

There is no warehouse in the scrap station. As soon as you enter the gate, you are greeted by a large courtyard. Inside, there are piles of broken copper and old iron furniture and the like. Under the thatched shed are various books and waste papers. I think it is because of fear. rain.

At this time, several people who brought in scraps were unloading and weighing them.

The people who delivered the scraps and unloaded them were obviously people collecting scraps from various places, and the ones who weighed them were the staff of the scrap station.

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

When someone was around, she didn't dare to blatantly put things into the space. She could only quietly put the thread-bound ancient books, calligraphy and paintings she liked into the space while rummaging through textbooks.

Fortunately, as long as she touches the real object and has a thought, she will put it into the space.

In fact, she didn't want to steal antique books, but the times forced her to do it as a last resort.

She felt full of pity for these destroyed cultural relics.

In the future, when the country pays attention to this issue, she will donate the ancient books, calligraphy and paintings and other valuable cultural relics she stole from the scrap collection station to the country instead of keeping them for herself.

Not because of anything else, just because she stole these things instead of buying them herself.

Of course, if you buy something yourself, it belongs to you, but if you steal it, it is not yours, and you will have a hard time with your conscience.

A gentleman loves money and gets it in the right way.

She comes from a scholarly family. Under the influence of her elders, she has also been exposed to real objects, so she naturally knows how to appreciate some cultural relics. Now she can tell at a glance whether ancient books, calligraphy and paintings are valuable.

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

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

There are seventeen volumes in a set, but she only managed to get two sets together, and she couldn't get the third set even after rummaging through the scrap pile.

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

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