The couple made a living in the 1950s

All of them were broken.

At this moment, she saw with her own eyes the papers in the room that made her unable to see the whole picture.

She still felt a little uncomfortable.

In her heart, she still hoped to buy back a few treasures that had slipped through the net.

At this time, there would be so many papers unless they were books.

The second, third... a whole row of rooms were full of papers.

In the last room, Bai Ye casually took down a pile of papers on the top and looked down.

This pile of papers was made up of several books, and he took a look and put it back in place.

He was not interested in continuing to explore what was presented inside.

No matter how precious something is, it is futile if it cannot be pieced together.

The next row of rooms were full of broken porcelain, looking at the dust on them.

It is not difficult to see that these things have been piled up here for a long time.

Lin Yuyu, go into each room and take a look.

Now that the purchase and sale are unified, the valuable items at home are not willing to be thrown out.

The porcelain mender who repaired the bowls also worked in a public institution.

The porcelain mender is a traditional Chinese folk craftsman who specializes in repairing porcelain and purple clay utensils.

Make them smooth as new.

The porcelain mender is part of China's traditional folk art.

It well reflects China's profound historical and cultural heritage and wisdom.

Most folk craftsmen have been passed down for generations, and everyone is familiar with the process.

If there are damaged bowls and plates at home, they will generally choose to repair them at home if they are not serious.

They will not easily replace them with money tickets, and bowl and utensil tickets are not often available.

It can be imagined that the broken porcelain objects in this row of houses were not ordinary people's utensils for eating and drinking before they were damaged.

Her mood was somewhat affected. She didn't expect that it was just the intense period at the beginning of the exercise.

Those people destroyed so many good things.

There are a total of four scrap collection stations in Beijing.

If added together, the number is amazing.

There are four rows of houses in the yard, one of which is the paper we saw first.

One row is the porcelain we just saw.

The two of them came to the third row and pushed the door open.

The house was full of broken furniture.

Some of them only had a single stick left.

Lin Yu walked around in these houses and looked at them carefully.

This is the only place in the scrap collection station that makes her not so bored so far.

Although these broken furniture are no longer usable.

However, there are some precious woods among them.

Maybe, because of the experts, no one likes them.

Ordinary people in Beijing City will not spend money to buy broken furniture wood at the scrap collection station to burn at home.

Everyone is used to using honeycomb coal for heating and cooking, which is more convenient.

Lin Yu and Bai Ye closed the door and walked together among the rows of wood.

When encountering small pieces or single pieces of red sandalwood or huanghuali wood, just store them in the space.

Lin Yu looked carefully at the golden nanmu crabapple stool legs in her hand, and she hesitated.

This golden nanmu is mostly used by the royal family, and it is considered beyond the rules for others to use it.

There was a powerful minister in the previous dynasty who relied on his son to marry a princess.

He was also an important minister in the court, and he used golden nanmu at home.

In the end, when he did not have a good end, exceeding the rules was also listed as a major sin.

This golden nanmu stool leg appeared in the scrap collection station.

The days of those old and young people are probably more difficult than she imagined.

Her mother is the legitimate daughter of the former dynasty's Taizu, Nurhaci's original wife, Yuanfei Tongjia. Haha Nazaqing.

Although it has been passed down from generation to generation, her mother's bloodline is separated from Yuanfei by several generations.

But it is indeed a direct lineage.

The descendants of Chu Ying, the eldest son of Concubine Yuan, and Daishan, the second son, are still alive.

Everyone calls them the old and young, but it is not known whether they live in hiding, change their names and surnames and set up a new family.

She felt the pressure on her hand, weighed the golden nanmu crabapple stool leg in her hand, and her heart paused.

The weight is a little different.

Lin Yuyu temporarily put aside her doubts and continued to look at the furniture wood in this row of houses with Bai Ye.

The remaining row of houses were all some scattered miscellaneous waste.

Finally, Bai Ye held a pile of old books in his arms.

The two of them walked to the guard together to weigh and pay.

At this time, Lin Yuyu and Bai Ye could see the guard's room clearly.

The space inside was not small. In addition to the middle-aged man who opened the door before, there was also a young man.

Lin Yuyu glanced at the shift schedule posted on the wall. It was reasonable for two people to work in one shift.

"Would you like to buy some paper to make a rough book for your children?"

"You have mostly picked papers with few words on them."

"Yes, the child is learning arithmetic. "

"It's too expensive to use a new book, and the family can't afford it."

Bai Ye said, looking up inadvertently.

His eyes swept over the small porcelain bottle they put on the desk.

He didn't hide his eyes.

The man in his forties helped them weigh the old books.

Looking up, he caught it, and he followed Bai Ye's gaze, and his eyes flashed with understanding.

"Do you also like this small porcelain bottle?"

"Many people who come here like it."

"It's just that we can't agree on the price. "

After he finished speaking, he paused and looked at Bai Ye.

I wanted to hear what price the tightly wrapped man and woman in front of me could offer.

In the scrap collection station, there are people who usually want to come and exchange for something.

Not many people get what they want.

This small porcelain bottle was stuck in a dilapidated chest of drawers because it was too small.

When they found it, they sawed the drawer open to take it out intact.

Bai Ye met his eyes with a smile in his eyes.

"I think it looks good, and I want to go home and make a pen holder for the children."

"My family is average, and since this small porcelain bottle is worth a lot of money, it's out of our chance. "

Lin Yu heard Bai Ye say this, and reached out from her handbag to take out two cents for buying old books.

Handed it to the young man next to her who was waiting to receive the money.

After the two of them walked a long way, she turned her head to look at Bai Ye who was walking beside her.

"It would be a little regretful to miss the blue and white small gallbladder vase from the reign of Emperor Shengzu of the previous dynasty."

"Well, our parents have some cultural relics from various dynasties. . "

"That small gallbladder vase is the icing on the cake for us."

"At the beginning, I was afraid that the people in the scrap collection station would not care about it and damage it at will."

"Since they know its value, why should we do anything unnecessary."

"From what the middle-aged man said, there are many people who want it."

"We don't need to add trouble to ourselves."

"I don't know what kind of food will be served in the state-owned restaurant at noon today. "

Lin Yuyu didn't dwell on the small bile bottle anymore after hearing Bai Ye mention food.

She glanced at the pile of old books in his hand and thought about finding a place to put the books into the space.