Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

After picking out all the books he could, Feng Qingxue walked to the yard.

Old furniture is piled up like a mountain. Most of it has fallen apart. Very few are intact. The ones that are intact are made of ordinary wood, and the quantity is not large. The ones that are falling apart are made of good materials, such as rosewood, huanghuali, and red. Rosewood...

Seeing this scene, what else does Feng Qingxue not understand?

The reason why good wood furniture falls apart must have been smashed during a house raid, and some even have signs of being burned.

These are only available to wealthy families, and those whose homes will be raided are generally wealthy families.

It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the people unloading waste and weighing people were no longer in the yard.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Feng Qingxue quietly put some of the best furniture parts into the space, then picked out the second-rate ones and slightly ordinary woods such as walnut and wenge wood, mixed them together, and piled them neatly aside. The only two pieces of furniture.

One is a small square table made of old elm wood, and the other is a small huanghuali stool that is about to fall apart.

Afraid of being discovered, Feng Qingxue deliberately messed up the pile of old furniture so that it would not be obvious from the outside that some wood was missing.

Then, Feng Qingxue moved elsewhere and pulled out a large copper kettle for boiling water and several dishes, bottles and jars of different sizes. The latter were all porcelain, dusty and dusty, and no longer beautiful. The truth was revealed, and a lot of broken pieces of porcelain were pulled out.

Before weighing, the staff carefully checked, mainly checking the textbooks to see if there were any inappropriate papers.

As for wood, dishes, bottles and cans, the staff didn't take them seriously.

"Comrade, the wood is a total of one thousand four hundred and fifty-two kilograms. It costs one penny per catty. You need to pay me fourteen yuan and fifty-two cents. The waste paper also costs one penny per catty. It is thirty-eight kilograms. You need to pay me thirty cents. 8. Please give me 30 cents for the dishes, bottles, pots, and broken pieces of porcelain. This big copper pot weighs 3 pounds, and it costs 30 cents.” When the staff calculated the price, it was 15 yuan and 50 cents.

Feng Qingxue paid the money readily, but then worried about how to transport it home.

Seeing her delay in leaving, the staff member felt puzzled and asked her about her difficulty. He smiled and pointed to the flatbed truck not far away, "Comrade, you can use that flatbed truck to take it home. The flatbed truck will be delivered tomorrow." That’s it.”

Feng Qingxue was stunned, "Are you sure you can let me use it?"

"What are you worried about?" The staff found it funny, "Take it and use it, remember to return it."

"Okay, thank you. Comrade, may I ask what your name is?"

"I am Mr. Lee."

"Thank you, Uncle Li, I will send the flatbed truck back tomorrow."

Uncle Li was as honest as he looked. He helped her move the tables, stools, wood, and books to the flatbed truck, and found two hemp ropes to secure the things on the truck to prevent them from falling.

"Uncle Li, thank you, thank you."

After all, Feng Qingxue's body was very weak. She was sweating profusely as she pulled the flatbed truck home. It was already dark.

Feng Qingyun was sitting at the door. When he saw her coming back, he jumped up suddenly, "Sister, you are back!"

"Qingyun? Aren't you at the second uncle's house?" Feng Qingxue wiped her sweat.

"It's time for the second uncle's house to go to bed, so I'll be back." Feng Qingyun circled around her, "Anyway, everyone is very poor now, and no one is willing to lie to me for wasting food!" She knew what her sister was worried about. , worried that she would be abducted.

Feng Qingxue patted her on the head, turned around and moved the things in the car into the house one by one.