No one can say who is awesome, no one can say who is stable, and no one is sick and can take two steps.

Li Xuewu didn't dare to say that he was taking care of it. With a large group of people taking care of it, everything about the recycling bin would be fine and he wouldn't have to worry about it.

He himself always reminded himself to be cautious, and also emphasized his confidence and seriousness in meetings, squatting down and burying himself in the soil.

Keep a low profile and do things thoughtfully.

Now the second master is collecting antiques and doing wholesale of red books and badges. He is really dancing on the edge of a knife.

It was the second master who was doing this work, and Li Xuewu would not have dared to do it if it were someone else.

The things under the warehouse in the backyard were emptied by him last week. There was no one in the house to help, and the only sound was the sound of cars.

I don't know where the things went. Li Xuewu asked the second master to remember the ledger alone, and the money will be transferred back together with the vegetables.

There are really too many "special wastes", including bronzes, pottery, jade, calligraphy and painting, lacquerware, jade, agate, porcelain, etc., including bone wares. The collectors in Sijiucheng have really met a big "buyer".

All "special scraps" are purchased at scrap prices, but there are so many things that can't be accommodated.

There were also valuable items such as jadeite, agate, etc. that were not convenient to collect with money, so the second master exchanged them with red books.

The red book is valuable, but ideas are priceless!

The old Biaozi didn't know what Li Xuewu wanted these things for, but he gave directions to the little guys from time to time, and named a few of the "old customers" who had previously collected antiques.

Hey! These people are really unlucky. Who can stand up to those brats?

Unlike before, these little brats all know that there is no point in smashing things and lighting them on fire.

What is the meaning?

The meaning is that it is only right to reinvent these things and contribute to the construction of the cause.

Therefore, these dregs of the old era will be sent to the recycling bin to be exchanged for red books, achieving a win-win situation for organizations and individuals.

The recycle bin has also achieved a win-win situation, winning once for antiques, selling books, and selling badges.

The boys have truly achieved the goal of "we don't have antiques, we don't produce antiques, we are just movers of antiques".

It was precisely because of Lao Biaozi's tip-off that they were able to achieve a double harvest of performance and ideas.

Why did the old guy live so freely on that street? He was responsible for providing information and recycling, which fully reflected the simple and kind-hearted side of the working people.

What bad intentions can a waste collector have? It's just to protect historical materials, preserve cultural classics, and preserve some visible history for the next generation.

In the early stage, those people just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to hoard antiques, and then sell them at high prices after the storm was over.

In essence, he is still an antique dealer. He does not regard historical materials with cultural value as treasures, but as goods for sale.

Li Xuewu was different. Although he paid for them at scrap prices, he really regarded these items as treasures, and he didn't even think about selfishly saving them for his family as heirlooms.

What he thinks is that when the time comes in the future, these things will still have to be returned to the people to fully reflect the historical value of these national treasures.

During this period, Li Xuewu knew that his abilities were limited, and all his actions were based on survival.

But a true man has things to do and things not to do. Within the scope of his ability, he should make some contribution to the people who come after him.

He is not a noble person, let alone a person who has escaped from vulgar tastes, and it is even less possible for him to donate these things to anyone.

He had heard about national treasures being lost in museums, but he had no idea of ​​raising a mouse.

He already had the answer in his mind on how to deal with it, and he didn't tell the second master, let alone Lao Biaozi and others.

After finishing talking about the business, Li Xuewu looked at the people sitting on the stools in the room.

Yu Li, Xiao Yaner, and Delia.

Turning around and looking at Shazhu, who was lying on the quilt behind him, Li Xuewu asked: "Did you take Delia to the hospital for a physical check-up?"

"I'm gone, I'm fine."

Silly Zhu twisted his body and sat up, looked at his wife, looked at Delia's belly and said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with her, the doctor just said to take more nutrition, nothing else."

Supplementing more nutrients has become a mantra for doctors in this era. The reason is that most people at this time are lacking in nutrients.

Delia grew up on the grassland, and later suffered hardships. Naturally, her body and bones did not have such a good foundation.

But precisely because she grew up on the grassland, she looks stronger and not as delicate as a girl from the capital.

Li Xuewu glanced at Si Zhu and asked: "Are you rich? Don't be short on food. This is no joke."

"I have it"

Silly Zhu's face became a little more formal. Knowing that Li Xuewu cared about him, he nodded and said: "What can we spend? All our energy is on the child, and we are already making up for it."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the second child, and said nothing more when he nodded.

After all, some things are not easy to show, so I gave them to Shazhu in private and left them alone. If I brought them to the table and talked about them, I would inevitably make Shazhu embarrassed.

There are really no outsiders in this room. Everyone is a grasshopper on a rope. Even Silly Zhu has become much more strict with his mouth because his wife and he are more involved here.

The big boss left and the family moved to the south. He no longer had to cook food for him, and he also lost some income.

But in this era, no one will go hungry without the cook, he always has a way to make good things by himself.

Because there was a fire in the small canteen again, and Shazhu became the master of the small stove again, so there was no shortage of good things.

As for nutritional supplements, after Li Xuewu's inquiry, Erhai also knew to find Sha Zhu in private to supply some.

Silly Zhu and Delia were living well in the inverted house, and Li Xuewu was also more interested in them.

He doesn't have to worry about Silly Zhu, mainly Delia. Pazile follows him wholeheartedly and works hard, always taking good care of his sister.

On the topic of Silly Zhu and the two, several people started chatting. This is what people in the courtyard who can't sleep do in the summer.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yu Li and other lesbians couldn't afford to sit up, so they went to her house together to take a bath. There was a bath there, similar to the one at Li Xuewu's house.

There were only some old men left in the room, drinking tea and sitting and waiting for Lao Biaozi.

Those who were aware knew that this boy was on business, but those who were unaware saw Li Xuewu here and understood what was going on.

This was the reason why Silly Zhu never came home. He was very lazy and would not sit down when he could lie down. He would not stand when he could sit down. He went home early to rest as usual.

On the one hand, I was chatting with Li Xuewu, and on the other hand, I was waiting for Lao Biaozi to see if anything happened.

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The Cultural Street at night is very quiet, but it is also very lively. What is quiet is that there is no one on the street, but what is lively is that the small buildings on the street are full of people.

Each organization has its own base, working during the day and running wild at night.

The boys here shout slogans during the day, and the girls here scream mentally at night.

Entertainment in this era is too scarce. There are not many things to do, there are very few games, and it is even harder to find places suitable for recreation.

After breaking free from the shackles of thoughts, liberating desires, and without external constraints, what will people do when they become crazy?

Schopenhauer wrote in "The Wisdom of Life": "The real source of boredom is inner emptiness, which prompts people to always seek external stimulation and strive to use certain things to activate their spirit and emotions.

Therefore, these little brats want to add a spoonful of excitement and a spoonful of illusion to their boring lives.

This two-story building itself was the office space of a chamber of commerce. It later became the editorial office of a newspaper, and now it has become a den of madness.

All the furniture in the lobby on the first floor has been removed, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with thick velvet curtains to ensure that only a little bit of indoor sound is transmitted outside.

The crystal chandelier hanging high on the roof emits gorgeous and colorful psychedelic lights, a gramophone copied from somewhere, and "The Hawthorn Tree" is played on the large brass speaker.

Don't look at the word "Hawthorn Tree" and think it's the ones behind your house in your hometown. In fact, they are also there.

There must be no love story happening under your hawthorn tree, but what happened under this "Hawthorn Tree" is a love triangle.

The rich Ural style was awakened from the record, the melodious tunes and the profound artistic conception of the words were transmitted to every corner of the room through the gramophone.

Innocent, graceful and romantic, pairs of men and women hugging each other dance to the music with their indulgent youth.

They didn't understand what the melody and lyrics on the record meant, but these young people in the room were fascinated and obsessed with it.

This was the vile sound they resisted during the day, and was also the source of the vicious hysterical curses at the conference.

But now, it is the elixir that awakens the passion deep inside young people and the secret recipe that inspires them to enjoy their youth.

Although we are separated by a national border and a language distance, our feelings and love are connected.

They danced, lingered, and sang along to the melody of the music in a low voice. In their fiery youth, there was sparkling psychedelia and nothingness.

And this is also the time when they were in their wanton and indulgent youth, consciously the purest and simplest, like hawthorn trees full of white flowers.

Wang Yamei was sitting on the sofa, listening to the melodious music in her ears, her body swaying slightly, holding a bottle of liquor in her hand, and poured it carelessly into a white steel bucket in front of the coffee table.

"Hey~ little sister, why don't you go dancing?"

"I'm going to dance, you do this?"

Wang Yamei glanced at the young man sitting next to her and gestured to the bottle of liquor in her hand.

The young man smiled, took the empty bottle and put it on the coffee table. He smiled and extended his hand to Wang Yamei and said, "Hello, my name is Chen Zixin."

Wang Yamei pursed her lips and looked at him in a funny way as he was about to shake hands with her. She leaned forward and did not take his hand. Instead, she picked up a bottle of fruit wine on the table and opened it.

"You're not that stupid, are you? Do you think this is a library?"

"Haha~"

The young man who was insulted by Wang Yamei was not embarrassed, but withdrew his hand and placed it on his folded knees.
To be continued...