Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Yang Mo got up in the middle of the night, quietly sent the cart back to the gate of the waste station, and then turned and left.

At this moment, the moon and stars are sparse, everything is silent, and there is no one on the spacious street.

Yang Mo rode his bicycle leisurely on the street, and the cool wind in the middle of the night blew a few strands of his hair.

Yang Mo's purpose was to rush to the next waste station earlier. In fact, she didn't spend much time at the waste station, and more time wasted on the road.

At this time, there was no one on the street, Yang Mo's bicycle flew up, and her figure flashed past on the street.

It took more than 20 minutes to get around the south of the bridge waste station. Yang Mo stopped, collected his bicycle, found a dead end, and walked into the system living space.

As soon as he went in and couldn't sleep, Yang Mo started to study wood.

She doesn't understand it herself, but now that she has a desk, chair and bookshelf made of huanghuali, and a box made of red sandalwood, she feels that if she doesn't study it, she will definitely miss a lot.

So staring at the color, texture, and appearance of the wood is called a careful look.

Later, regardless of the level of awareness of wood, she really found a quick way to identify it.

That is, when the detector detects this kind of top-grade wood, there will be a momentary delay, which is generally not felt.

But the detection field of view is directly on the system in her mind, so she can clearly feel the change at that moment.

It's like piercing cloth with a needle, the cloth with coarse mesh will pass through directly, and the cloth with fine and tight mesh will have a sense of breakthrough.

Yes, it was a breakthrough. Yang Mo was elated at the thought of this, and began to study again.

An hour and a half had passed by the time she fell asleep.

When it was bright outside and the sun was high, Yang Mo got up from his sleeping bag and checked the time. It was ten o'clock in the morning.

Get out of the tent, wash your face and brush your teeth, and start to put on your makeup.

Her so-called tidying up her makeup is to dress a little tattered, put on a headscarf, and cover the parts below the eyes as much as possible.

By the time she walked out of the dead end, she had already become a poor woman trying to save as much as possible for her family.

The gatekeeper of the scrap station in the south of the bridge is not the old man, but a young man, but this young man looks rather decadent.

I haven’t washed my long hair for a long time, and it’s already in strands. I should wash my face every day. Compared with the black hair on my neck, it looks very clean. There are no patches on my clothes, but the stains are like oil and dirt. It’s very hot to look at. .

Yang Mo simply said, "I'm going to pick something up," and then resisted the discomfort and went inside.

The style of this waste station is too similar to the guards. There are no categories of things, and everything is piled together.

A broken table could be seen tilted on top of a pile of scattered books.

Yang Mo also looked at the two scrap yards, at least they would stack books in piles, this one is completely random.

There were even shards of broken china on top of the pile of books.

It's not like a junkyard at all, but more like a garbage dump.

Yang Mo felt that it was in this era, otherwise the job of guarding the gate would not last long.

Yang Mo didn't want to waste time here, so he turned on the detector directly, and started to detect this pile of garbage.

Not to mention, treasures can really be found in the trash.

After Yang Mo's detection, he found that there should be a lot of good things in this pile, even more than the scrap yard she first went to. Unfortunately, there are almost no good ones in good condition.

That's right, whoever comes to the waste station to change things will not look for it in this garbage dump.

Look at this scroll, the paper on the scroll is so rotten that you can't read it, there are also cracked porcelain vases, broken porcelain, and furniture that has been exposed to the sun...

Yang Mo worked hard to find an undamaged object, which turned out to be a wood carving.

Yang Mo lamented that this kind of thing was kept because it was not easy to damage.

The wood carving is not big, only [-] centimeters, and it depicts two monks.

The great monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a look of compassion.

The little monk smiled with a hint of innocence on his face.

This woodcarver is really nothing to say, the characters are three-dimensional, and even the expressions are adjusted.

The most important thing is that Yang Mo is more or less knowledgeable now. Although the wood of this woodcarving is not huanghuali or red sandalwood, it must be extremely precious.

Because there is a momentary delay in the detection of the detector.

This shows that the material of this wood carving is definitely not inferior to that of huanghuali.

This is really a coincidence for Yang Mo, because this wood carving is indeed the best, the ebony wood carving is priceless.

After going around more than half a circle, he got into the gap between the broken furniture on the mountain of books, and Yang Mo got within three meters of the wood carving. He quietly put away the wood carving, and Yang Mo said goodbye and left.

No matter how good things are in her, they are scrapped, so there is no need to waste time.

Moreover, when Yang Mo went out, he even gave up the symbolic random shopping. This kind of gatekeeper is a sinner of national heritage, and she doesn't want to waste it here.

The West Street Waste Station is the largest waste station in Shen City. When Yang Mo came over, he came from the side of the waste station.

Yang Mo was still sighing, after all, it was the biggest place. She walked around the outer wall of the scrap yard for 5 minutes.

When I got to the gate, I found more differences. Not only were there three people watching the gate, but there were also many citizens picking and choosing inside.

Occasionally, those who go out have something on hand.

Yang Mo walked in full of expectation.

After entering, I realized that my experience was too small. What I saw at the gate was only a corner, and there were several rows of sheds inside, which looked more like a flea market.

The citizens who came to see things didn't see four or five kittens at the gate, but there were more than a dozen people who picked things here.

Yang Mo calmly began to walk back and forth between the sheds.

After all, it is the largest waste station in Shen City, a metropolis with historical and cultural accumulation. It is big, not only in size, but also has enough waste items and is well managed. Of course, there are indeed many good things.

Yang Mo feels that if she detects a good thing and collects it, she will definitely be relented. Yes, the detector is turned on when she comes in.

But it is easy to cause problems if you collect things randomly, because some good things are so brightly displayed on the big surface.

Society is so strange.

It seems that this kind of thing is no problem for poor people to use, but it is a problem for rich people.

While walking, I quietly put away some small items or those that were kept secret.

Most of these small pieces are porcelain, books, inkstones, teapots, cups and so on.

In fact, Yang Mo doesn't know enough about porcelain. If there is an expert, he will tell her that the set of cups just now is from the period of the Republic of China, and it is not precious at all.

While receiving her, he glanced around with his eyes wide open.

She made a mistake, this waste station is enough for her to explore for a day, and she wasted so much time in such a waste station just now.

This is simply delaying her time to pick up watermelons with sesame seeds.