The Great Era of Siheyuan

After the children left, Li Wen couldn't wait to take out a handful of copper coins from the jar and look at them.

The copper coin looked gray, black, dull and without luster after oxidation, but the orange-yellow color and heavy texture on the edge made him more certain of his guess.

Looking carefully at the words on it, Wuzhu, Kaiyuan Tongbao, Zhenghe Tongbao, Xuanhe Yuanbao, Yongle Tongbao, Xianfeng Tongbao, and Qing Gold Coin, they are all covered with stains, as if someone was deliberately covering them up. It is clear that they are gold coins collected by a collector in the past.

In addition to the gold, there were also a large number of copper coins mixed in, in an attempt to confuse people.

However, no matter how bad the copper coins that could be stored together with the gold coins were, Li Wenqiang didn't dare to throw away even a single one.

He carefully looked underneath and found a few more gold cakes. Li Wenqiang raised his eyebrows. What kind of luck was this? He was surprised that he had received such a big gift right after crossing over.

However, he didn't dare to sell these things and could only keep them for himself, because gold could not be bought and sold privately now and could only be sold to the state.

If he remembered correctly, the night light gold price ranged from 7.68 yuan to eight yuan, which was far lower than the price abroad. Even the price on the black market was at least ten yuan. He would be a fool to sell it.

Not to mention that these are extremely precious cultural relics and collectibles. The collector who buried this jar of gold coins didn’t know how much money and effort he spent to collect so many things. He can only say that he is extremely lucky to receive them now.

Li Wenqiang, who got a bargain, played with the jar for a while and then threw it directly into the space, and then continued to laugh.

"Collect junk! Exchange for matches! Bring your unwanted old sneakers and rubber shoes to sell! Old batteries, broken glass, rags, and old cotton to sell!"

As he shouted, many people started to bring out unwanted things from home to sell to him or exchange them for other things.

However, when the children saw that he had no more syrup, they basically turned around and left. Except for a few who exchanged matches with him, they didn't even look at him. This shows how popular sugar is now.

Basically, you can only buy it during festivals when the factory or the street distributes some sugar coupons. At other times, you have to find a way yourself.

However, the working people have a way. They can extract maltose from unripe wheat. Sweet stalks and imperata roots are also sweet and are rare snacks for children.

But now is a time of famine, so don't even think about these things. There is a continuous drought outside, and even grass roots and tree barks are being eaten by people. The edible roots of Imperata have long been dug up and ground into food substitute powder. The food he ate a few days ago contained these things.

We walked along Houyuanensi Hutong to Juer Hutong, and the tricycles were loaded with a lot of messy and smelly things one after another.

Basically, there are some chicken feathers, duck feathers, rags, some glass bottles and scraps of copper and iron.

Don’t think these scraps of copper and iron sound insignificant. They are rare nowadays. Most of them are brought back from factories or construction sites. Everyone does it anyway, so what’s wrong with taking some of your own things?

After a round, Li Wenqiang saw that the truck bed was full, so he was too lazy to continue collecting. Although he could have put in a little more, there was no need to do so. Earning a few more cents would not make him rich.

Honest people can never make a lot of money because the money they earn is too clean. Li Wenqiang is used to living the life of a rich man and cannot endure such a poor life. He must improve his living standards as soon as possible.

Throw all the wine bottles collected from the car into the space, and pull the car full of waste back to the scrap station.

"Old Nine, weigh me!"

Li Wenfeng said to the middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper in the lobby.

Lao Jiu is a disabled person who walks with a limp. It is said that he has fought in the battlefield and is usually kind to others. He does not know his real name, but since everyone else calls him that, he just follows suit.

"Wait, right away. Why are you finishing work so early today? It's almost five o'clock, aren't you going to make one more trip?"

Lao Jiu quickly took out a scale and a notebook from the concierge, ready to record the weight and type of the waste.

"No, I have something to do in the yard today. I'm going to go back early. Anyway, today's mission is completed."

Li Wenqiang said casually.

"It's rare to see you being lazy for a while, come on! The total amount of beef and pork bones is 16.4 jin, rags is 6.3 jin, scrap copper is 3.8 jin, and scrap iron is 15 jin... The total is 8.75 yuan. Take the note and go to the finance department to get the money!"

Lao Jiu wrote him a note and signed his name on it.

Li Wenqiang took it casually, then walked into a room with the note. A young woman in her twenties was sitting there bored. She was the wife of the scrap yard manager and worked part-time as an accountant and cashier.

"Sister Liu, I'll pay the bill!"

"So early today? Wait a minute!"

After saying that, he took the bill, looked at it, and counted out a few bills from the drawer.

"You didn't earn enough today, so you have to work harder tomorrow! If you don't earn more now, you will know how difficult it will be to find a wife in the future!"

The young woman smiled and stuffed the money into Li Wenqiang's hand, and couldn't help teasing him.

"I don't even know where my wife is! I don't like those who are not good-looking. How about you, Sister Liu, introduce one to me?"

Li Wenqiang took the money, counted it casually, and then said half-jokingly.

"How can I meet any pretty girls? But since you said so, I'll help you find one later! Such a handsome guy is still not married and is running around outside every day. I don't know how many girls must be jealous of him!"

Sister Liu couldn't help but look at him as she spoke.

His handsome face was full of strong muscle lines. He had been working outside for many years, and his yellow skin was full of masculine vibe. His gentle smile made her heart agitated.

"Okay, then thank you, Sister Liu. If you can really help me find a beautiful wife, I'll give you a big red envelope later. Let's go!"

Li Wenqiang said with a smile, waved his hand, said hello and went out directly.

If she could really find him a beautiful wife, he would definitely be willing to pay this red envelope. Excluding the cost today, excluding the gold and copper coins in the jar, he would make a small profit of more than one yuan, which is the profit of the middleman.

Although the purchase price of scrap yards is regulated, many people are actually unwilling to come and sell their waste. Everyone is a respectable person and wants to save face. Besides, the difference is not much, so the money will eventually be earned by the scrap collector.

As a former capitalist, he knows that making money by spending time and physical effort is the most undesirable. It's not that he looks down on this group, but no matter what era, making money by spending time and physical effort is always the way that pays the most, works the hardest, and yields the least.

He now needs to find an opportunity to jump out of this circle, re-enter the capitalist class, and make money based on the system and rules.

But those are still far away from him. What he needs to do now is to make money by relying on technology.