The couple made a living in the 1950s.

They are all broken into pieces.

Now, she saw with her own eyes the papers in the room that made it difficult for her to see the whole picture.

I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Deep down, she still hoped to buy back a few treasures that had slipped through the net.

In this day and age, there is only so much paper available for books.

The second, the third... the whole row of rooms was filled with papers.

In the last room, Bai Ye casually took down a stack of papers from the top and looked down at them.

It was unknown how many books the pile of papers consisted of; he took a quick look and put it back where it belonged.

I have no interest in continuing to explore what is presented inside.

No matter how precious something is, it is all in vain if it cannot be put together.

The next row of rooms were filled with broken porcelain, covered with dust.

It's not hard to see that these things have been piled up here for a long time.

Lin Hanyu, go into every room and take a look.

Now that we have unified purchase and sales, no one wants to throw away valuable items at home.

The bowl-mending craftsmen and porcelain menders also work in public institutions.

Porcelain repairers are traditional Chinese folk craftsmen who specialize in repairing porcelain and purple clay vessels.

Make them smooth as new.

Porcelain mending is part of China's traditional folk art.

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

Most folk craftsmen have passed down their skills for several generations, and everyone is familiar with the techniques.

If there are damaged bowls, plates or dishes at home, generally if it is not too serious, we will choose to repair them at your home.

It is not easy to exchange it with a cash ticket, and bowlware tickets are not often available.

It is easy to imagine that the broken porcelain objects in this row of rooms were not ordinary utensils for eating and drinking before they were damaged.

Her mood was somewhat affected, but she didn't expect that it was only the intense period at the beginning of the exercise.

Those people destroyed so many good things.

There are four scrap collection stations in Beijing.

If you add them all together, the number is staggering.

There are four large rows of houses in the yard, and one of them is the first row of paper you see.

One row contains the porcelain we just looked at.

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

The room was filled with broken furniture.

In some, only single sticks remained.

Lin Hanyu walked around in these rooms, looking at them attentively.

This was the only place in the scrap yard that made her feel less bored so far.

Although, these dilapidated furniture look like they can no longer be used.

However, there are some precious woods among them.

Maybe, because no one among the experts took a liking to them.

Ordinary people in Beijing city would not spend money to buy broken furniture wood from scrap collection stations to use as fuel at home.

When people use fire to keep warm and cook, they are more used to using honeycomb coal, which they find more convenient.

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

If you come across a small piece or a single piece of red sandalwood or huanghuali wood, just put it into the space.

Lin Yu looked carefully at the golden nanmu crabapple stool legs in his hand, feeling a little hesitant.

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 official in the previous dynasty who relied on his son to marry a princess.

He was an important official in the court and used golden nanmu wood in his home.

When one does not have a good end in the end, exceeding the rules will be listed as a major sin.

This pair of golden nanmu stool legs appeared at a scrap collection station.

The lives of those old people and young people were probably more difficult than she had imagined.

My mother is the legitimate daughter of the former dynasty's founder, Nurhaci's original wife, Tongjia Hahanazaqing.

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

But it is indeed passed down from generation to generation.

The descendants of Princess Yuan's eldest son Chu Ying and her second son Daishan are still alive.

Everyone calls them the old and the young, but no one knows whether they are living in hiding, changing their names and setting up their own families.

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

This weight is a little different.

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

The remaining row of houses were filled with miscellaneous items and waste.

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

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

Only then did Lin Hanyu and Bai Ye see clearly what was inside the guardhouse.

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

Lin Hanyu glanced at the shift schedule posted on the wall and thought it was reasonable to have two people in one shift.

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

"I see that most of the papers you picked are those with less words on them."

"Yes, the child learns arithmetic."

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

Bai Ye looked up inadvertently while talking.

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

He didn't hide his gaze.

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

He looked up and caught it. He followed Bai Ye's gaze and a look of understanding flashed across his eyes.

"Do you also like this little porcelain bottle?"

“Many people who come here are optimistic about it.”

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

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

I want to hear what price this tightly wrapped man and woman can offer.

The scrap collection station is full of people who want to come and exchange anything.

Not many people get what they want.

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

When they found it, they had to saw open the drawer and take it out intact.

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

"I thought it was beautiful and wanted to make a pencil holder for my children when I got home."

"My family is not well off, and since this small porcelain vase is worth a lot of money, I am not destined to have it."

When Lin Hanyu heard Bai Ye say this, she reached into her handbag and took out two cents to buy used books.

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

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

"It would be a little regretful if I missed the small blue and white vase from the reign of Emperor Shengzu of the previous dynasty."

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

"That little gall bottle is the icing on the cake for us."

"At first, I was afraid that the people at the scrap yard wouldn't care and would damage it at will."

"Since they know its value, why should we do anything more?"

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

"There is no need for us to cause ourselves more trouble."

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

When Lin Hanyu heard Bai Ye mention food, he didn't continue to dwell on the small bile bottle.

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