After the bald head left, Su He smiled and said: "It looks scary, but in fact, it is very delicate on the inside. Is this because I have a tiger in my heart, sniffing the roses?"
Shaking his head, Su He rode the cow away.
After searching for a while, he actually found a scrap recycling station.
"Uncle, I'm going to go in and find some newspapers, and I'll go home and be a fire starter."
Su He made an excuse, and the uncle asked him for two cents and then got out of the way: "Look for whatever you want, but don't take too much."
Su He nodded and agreed, but once he went in, he could move as much as he wanted and the uncle wouldn't care.
Anyway, he has a portable warehouse, so he can get more.
As soon as he came in, there was a smell that almost made Su He spit out.
"There's everything in here, and it smells really bad."
Su He fanned himself with his hand, trying not to smell the smell.
But there really is everything here. This is a big warehouse, and Su He did see a bed.
It's just an ordinary wooden bed, and the firewood is just ordinary fir wood, which is worthless.
Su He rummaged around casually and found that most of them were newspapers.
Su He thought for a while and made some: "It might as well be used as igniting materials."
He had a lighter, but nothing to ignite. He might as well get some newspapers.
"Hey, a little book?"
Su He flipped through it and found that there were quite a few villain books.
""Cheng Yaojin's Robbery of the Emperor", "Hua Lantern Festival", "Qin Qiong's Sale of Horses"..."
They were all novels unique to this era. Su He found them and put them away.
"These things will double in price in the future."
If you meet people who like these things, these things are still very valuable.
It’s not a problem to sell a set for several thousand or tens of thousands of dollars.
There were quite a lot of villain books here. Su He finally found hundreds of them and he kept them all.
"Instead of burning it as firewood or wasting it as waste paper, it's better to keep it for me."
Later, Su He got a bunch of porcelain bottles and several tea sets.
Some of them were damaged. Su He didn't recognize these antiques, so he just collected some according to his own taste.
The bed was an old-fashioned bed, but there was no secret box or anything in it. Anyway, Su He didn't find any gold or anything like that.
Instead, he found a jar of silver dollars, not inside the bed, but under the bed.
I don’t know if it was thrown down when I moved it back, and no one saw it behind.
Su He flipped through it, and there were actually a lot of Yuan Datou inside.
This thing is not very valuable. Yuan Datou divided it into government-made and private-made. The year is three years, eight years, nine years, and ten years. The most common one is the three-year-old Yuan Datou. The difference between the eight-year, nine-ten-year and the three-year-old is that there is no signed version, and the three-year-old has no coined characters. Yuan Datou issued billions of them in the Republic of China, and there are many types of versions.
"But even if Yuan Datou is worthless, he can still sell it for hundreds to thousands in later generations."
No matter what, Su He should keep it. If it doesn't work, just keep it as money.
Coming out of it, Su He held a few bundles of newspapers. The gatekeeper just looked at them and didn't pay much attention to them.
I'm probably still thinking in my heart, is it stupid to buy such a few newspapers for only two cents?
Su He didn't know what the old man was thinking. He turned around again and found a pigeon market.
Su He searched around and found an aunt selling eggs. She was the same aunt who she had seen last time and gave Little Pumpkin a drink of water.
Su He asked the aunt about the price. An egg was three cents, so Su He bought all the aunt's eggs.
"It's so cheap." There are eggs in Su He's fresh-keeping warehouse, but you don't know whether the eggs of later generations were made in a factory.
The process is simple and the raw materials are easy to obtain. Even if you buy a machine, one person can run it.
You can also get some chicken poop on the egg shell, making it look like an egg laid by a farm chicken.
In fact, it is the almighty industry that does it for you.
It’s really hard to find original local eggs like this in later generations.
Even if it is found, it was laid by chickens eating feed.
Today's chickens either eat bugs or some millet or rice bran.
Purely natural and pollution-free.
It just so happened that there was still a little space left on the shelf that had just been built.
Su He decided and finally put the egg on it.
After that, he bought some cornmeal and some rice from this era, which was really not as good as the rice in his warehouse.
Those rice are all very good silk seedling rice, each grain is distinct and long, and it is crystal clear when cooked.
After that, Su He took these things and left the pigeon market.
He thought that next time he had a chance, he could come here to sell something.
But I didn’t see the person in charge of Pigeon City, so it was not easy to communicate.
The last time I saw Lu Jianren, it was just good luck.
Moreover, without many small transactions, Su He would not dare to trade large amounts of materials with others casually.
Riding a cow back home, Su He met a group of people on the way, who seemed to be dressed similarly to the people in Bishui City.
It's just that they look a little strange.
Su He also heard them say a few words by chance, and was a little surprised: "Why does it feel a bit like the voice of a TV series in a previous life?"
He walked far away, and those people disappeared. Only then did Su He remember: "Isn't this the tone of voice of the people over there in Wanwan?"
The people from Wanwan speak a little coquettishly, but they are actually easy to recognize. He is just curious, why are there people from Wanwan here?
Then, Su He remembered that in this era, there were still many lurking elements left in Wanwan.
Also, there are some spies and stuff.
In addition to the people of Wanwan, there are also people like the Emperor of Japan. In short, there are traitors in every country, and there is nothing we can do about it.
But there was no trace of that group of people, and there was nothing he could do.
Not long after he left, some plainclothes people appeared here again, but it was not that easy to find the group of people in front.
Su He didn't know any of this.
When he returned from Yuan River, he found that the river level had dropped a little.
"The drought seems to be really unavoidable. I don't know how much panic it will cause this time."
There are no large-scale disasters similar to those three years, but there is never a shortage of small-scale, small-region disasters that do not involve so many people.
Su He had no choice but to take care of the people around him.
There were too many people, and there was nothing he could do.
The items in the portable warehouse are limited, and even if they are taken out, they cannot save a single person in the province.
In a short period of time, only a limited amount can be restored in the warehouse.
"What's more, a common man is not guilty of carrying a jade, so he can't be too public about it."
After returning home and leaving Black Star and Heizi to their own devices, he went to his grandfather's study.
He thought about it later and realized that only this volume of "Ye's Medical Classics" was put in yesterday, and then there were changes in the portable warehouse.
"Does it mean that the books in this study will cause changes in the portable warehouse?"
