Chapter 235: Chapter 234: Taobao
It’s estimated that people often come here, as a small path has emerged amid the chaos of piled-up junk.
Several large warehouses inside are mostly constructed with wooden sheds, many of them divided by categories like ironware, wood, waste paper, etc.
Lin Wan walked around and directly headed under a wooden shed with Mom to rummage through the items, which seemed to be old furniture. Before coming, Lin Wan reminded Mom to keep an eye out for any calligraphy, pottery, or similar items. Liang Hongmei went to the waste paper area while Lin Wan stayed in the furniture shed. After rummaging for a while, they only found some English-language books from abroad and even a few military books, which Lin Wan thought could be useful for Han Yi, so she placed them onto the tricycle they brought.
Besides these, they also found some old antique books. Regardless of usefulness, the older the book, the greater its collectible value. If not valuable now, just wait a few decades and surely it will appreciate, especially since these were still in their original form.
After searching for a while, she and Mom couldn’t find any antique calligraphy or paintings, likely already taken by others.
Aside from some comic books, there wasn’t anything valuable.
There was quite a lot of old furniture though, piled up high, mostly already dismantled and not very functional, with unsuitable dimensions and unattractive designs. If a piece was intact, it was mostly standard family-use stuff with ordinary materials and designs. The good ones were not many, yet the dismantled ones were made of good materials, like rosewood, huanghuali, and red sandalwood...
Lin Wan didn’t know much about timber, but anyone with an eye could tell some pieces were indeed fine.
Lin Wan and her mom moved the ordinary tables and chairs aside. The deeper they dug, the better the items.
The mother-daughter duo worked hard for a while, piecing together and found two relatively undamaged furniture pieces: a small square table made of old elm with a missing leg. Lin Wan rummaged for about twenty minutes before finding the missing leg, pressed underneath, and somewhat moldy from rainwater exposure. But it didn’t matter; repair it at home and it’ll look as good as new. The other was a small huanghuali stool almost falling apart. In the end, they also found a well-preserved chicken-wing wood two-door Chinese tea cabinet, slightly dim in color. Once treated at home, it’ll look quite nice.
Then, the two moved around and unearthed a tin foot warmer and a set of sealed bowls, plates, bottles, and jars, seemingly unused with beautiful patterns. Mom was thrilled. Working together, they lifted everything onto the tricycle.
As they pushed the tricycle out, they saw the batch of fabric that had just been brought in.
White gauze fabric, albeit stained somehow. The stains weren’t severe, and with proper cutting, it could still be utilized. Though some parts were unusable, discarding it all would be too wasteful.
"Comrade, how much for this fabric?" Lin Wan pointed towards the fabric to the staff at the entrance.
"Four cents per pound," the staff knew these were mishandled by the factory leaders. Doing so requires skill; looking damaged but just right enough for cutting clothes, leaving flaws in the discarded parts, the factory reported them as unusable to sell cheaply as scrap.