Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

"This is a large tea table made of huanghuali wood. It weighs at least 1,400 to 500 kilograms. It is a priceless treasure." Ye Chuan sighed softly.

Then when he heard Director Yang say he wanted to give it to him, he was surprised and asked, "Are you really giving it to me?"

"As long as you really like it, just consider it as a small gift from me! After all, it's not particularly valuable." Director Yang said casually, as if this big tea table was indeed his personal property.

"You seem to really think it's your own home." After hearing this, Ye Chuan couldn't help but tease Director Yang.

Director Yang waved his hand and said generously: "Since it has been confiscated by the factory transportation committee, it is the property of the factory. I will give it to you as soon as I say so!"

Ye Chuan nodded and did not express any opinion. He actually liked this Huanghuali tea table very much, not because of how much it was worth, but because he loved it from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing Ye Chuan nodded, Director Yang said to the workers: "This tea table does not need to be registered, just put it aside!"

The workers naturally followed the instructions and moved the tea table to a corner at the entrance of the warehouse and continued to sort out the remaining items.

The furniture that was delivered filled three trucks, one of which was almost entirely filled with bunk beds.

Since these were confiscated items, the workers did not cherish them. Several bunk beds were broken into pieces when they were transported to the warehouse, which made Ye Chuan feel distressed.

One of them was a very exquisite bunk bed, with four finely carved pillars, which was obviously a treasure, perhaps something from the palace. Unfortunately, two of the pillars were worn out by the crane and the base color was exposed, and one of the legs of the bed was broken, probably because it was accidentally damaged during transportation to the steel mill.

Fortunately, Ye Chuan has the restoration skills, otherwise it would be really heartbreaking; these beautiful objects are really one less if one is broken.

Director Yang frowned and said loudly, "Take it easy. This bed is already in such a state. Don't move such worn-out things into the warehouse. Don't put them in the book for a while. Put them outside for now. Break them up and use them as firewood when the time comes!"

Ye Chuan frowned and said hurriedly: "Brother Yang, how can you be so wasteful? This is a treasure. Aren't you afraid that God will punish you if you smash it and burn it?"

Director Yang said angrily, "Boy, are you cursing me?"

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "Brother Yang, don't forget, we are the material recycling department. If there are any broken items, just leave them here. There is no need to transport them back."

"Okay then, thank you for your help!" Director Yang said. He had never guessed that the other party actually had a way to restore items, so he didn't have any doubts at all.

Canopy beds, Luohan beds, Eight Immortals tables, armchairs and other ancient furniture with exquisite workmanship and high-quality materials were moved into the warehouse one after another. Any one of them could be sold at a very good price in the future. Ye Chuan was almost dazzled by the sight.

When I bought the two small courtyards, I placed some furniture in them after the first year of purchase. After that, I basically didn't manage them. I would clean them when I remembered to, and if I forgot, I might not visit them for half a year.

He originally wanted to tell his parents and Tong Yao about the purchase of the courtyard, but for safety reasons he had kept it a secret until now.

After all, my parents are just ordinary citizens, and they like to gossip about the alleys on weekdays. If the private mansion in the family is exposed, it may cause some trivial matters.

Even though he is no longer afraid of any disputes, he still chooses to keep this secret.

Director Yang stepped closer and handed him a cigarette, saying, "Brother, what was delivered today are all relatively bulky and old things. As for the difficult-to-dispose property in our steel mill warehouse, the superiors have not yet given any instructions."

"Anything else?" Ye Chuan asked curiously.

"Money, bills, gold bars, jewelry, watches and some expensive clothes."

"is it a lot?"

Director Yang nodded and said, "It's indeed a lot! Even I am a little surprised."

"The money, gold bars and jewelry must be handed in, but the bills, watches and clothes will probably have to be dealt with by your factory on your own." Ye Chuan said.

Director Yang sighed: "Although these are valuable, they are a bit like hot potatoes. I can't keep them with me. If someone finds them, it will be troublesome!"

Ye Chuan rolled his eyes at him and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so happy now that you don't even know it. If you are really worried about these problems, just leave them to me. I am not afraid of someone plotting against you!"

Director Yang nodded without hesitation: "Okay! I'll send it over in a few days. After all, you are the deputy director of the District Transport Committee. Leaving it with you will make people less gossipy!"

Ye Chuan said in surprise: "Are you serious?"

"Do you think this is a joke?" Director Yang laughed.

While the two were chatting, all the items had been registered and moved into the warehouse. There were badly damaged old furniture and tea tables piled up next to the door, and at this moment, the crane was unloading one bag after another from the truck. Ye Chuan asked in confusion, "What's in it?"

"Books!" Director Yang replied silently.

Ye Chuan sighed, it was a pity that many valuable versions of books were lost during this period.

"Brother, I can discuss this with you here. No one else would dare to speak up. There are many precious books in here. I really don't understand why they were detained. These books do not need to be registered in detail. If you want to keep a few, just keep them quietly. If one day they are all destroyed, we will regret it!" Director Yang continued. Two of the twelve transport trucks were loaded with books. The books were not scattered like furniture, but were stuffed into sacks and stacked one on top of another. The two trucks had more than 10,000 books in total.

Ye Chuan was extremely curious. How many rare books among these more than 10,000 books were worthy of attention and collection?

Since joining the workstation, whenever he came across a valuable book, he would take it home for safekeeping. Now, not only is his home full of bookcases, but he has also opened up a separate room in a small courtyard to store books. The total number of books he has is much larger than the two trucks combined.

Director Yang pondered for a while and then loudly ordered, "There is no need to record these books in detail. A few thousand copies will be enough."

Ye Chuan was grateful for the leeway that Director Yang had given him. However, some words could not be expressed directly and could only be kept in mind silently.

After all the furniture and books were put into storage and recorded one by one, what remained were some broken and fragile items. Faced with such fragile items, Director Yang called a crane to leave the scene and asked the workers to carefully put them down to a safe place one by one. When he saw the workers carefully moving these porcelain products, he became even more excited.

He only took a few glances to confirm that it contained a large number of fine porcelains from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Although there were some handicrafts mixed in, the proportion was extremely low.

In this era, the price of handicrafts is not cheap. Rich people don't like them, and poor people don't even want to buy them. In addition, the handicrafts of this era are very unique, and you can tell which ones are new and which ones are antiques at a glance.

Boxes of porcelain were registered and put into the warehouse one by one, with the largest number of porcelain bottles. Ye Chuan even wondered, if there hadn't been a wind that day that broke so many porcelains, would the antiques still be so valuable?

As if he could see through his thoughts, Director Yang came over and whispered, "Which one do you like? Do you need to remember a few less numbers?"

Ye Chuan waved his hand, "No need, I'm not interested in these things!" This was not false at all. Except for some of the exquisite craftsmanship or the long history, he really didn't care much about these ordinary things. What he cared about was the energy points obtained from each piece of porcelain. Director Yang brought more than 10,000 pieces of porcelain this time. If each piece gained 100 points, the total energy value would be nearly 1 million. Such a huge number can allow him to do many useful things.

The scene attracted everyone's attention because of the continuous transportation of porcelain and furniture, and many people were ready to move. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ye Chuan temporarily arranged a few helpers to help manage it. After some stern persuasion, the situation finally stabilized.

He was also thankful that Director Yang did not bring any banknotes, gold bars or clothes today, otherwise it would have definitely caused a sensation and even gotten out of control.

Calligraphy and paintings were placed next to them, which Ye Chuan actually liked very much. In the years after the apocalypse, he also liked to make some replicas to decorate the room and add a literary and artistic atmosphere.

By the time all the porcelain and calligraphy and paintings were moved into the warehouse, it was already noon. He was also hungry and suggested, "Brother Yang, shall we eat first?"

Director Yang shook his head, "Just bear with it for a while, and we'll talk about it after we finish the work! There are so many people here, and if something unexpected happens, we can't afford it. There's only an hour or two left, and we can eat after we finish cleaning up..."

Although it was noon time and there were not many customers in the mall, many brave young people had sneaked in. Ye Chuan agreed to continue working to avoid more unnecessary disasters.

The last few vehicles were loaded with large household appliances and bulky supplies, such as a whole vehicle full of bicycles.

"So many bicycles?!" Looking at the full truck of goods, Ye Chuan was a little shocked.

Director Yang explained: "Don't worry, brother Ye. I have already communicated with you. These things do not need to be registered in detail. You can just sell them as second-hand goods and the profits can be collected by the government."

"Sell it right away? No need to wait a while? These are other people's personal belongings. Aren't you afraid of the owners suing you if you sell them now?" Ye Chuan was even more confused.

Director Yang calmly replied: "Most of the original owners are no longer in Kyoto. It is unclear when they will be able to return. It is better to sell these and support the country's economic development."

Ye Chuan nodded, but his mood seemed a little heavy.

These people have done nothing wrong at all. Their only problem is that they have a more astute business mind and have therefore accumulated more wealth than ordinary people. Some of them have a deep foundation from their ancestors and have passed down a lot of property.

If I hadn't traveled back in time, perhaps Tong Yao's grandparents' family might have faced a similar situation, and the Tong family's belongings might have been discovered here.

It was not until nearly three o'clock that they finally finished moving all the things. During this time, the canteen sent them some sugar buns, and each person was given two, otherwise they would have been too hungry to work.