Stepping into the grass-thatched warehouse of the scrap station, Feng Qingxue's mouth hung open in amazement.
The amount of scrap now piled up was ten times more than what she had ever seen before! It was truly piled up like a mountain.
In the past, based on what the elders and Lu Jiang's father had said, Feng Qingxue knew that many valuable items were pocketed by the officials charged with the confiscation during raids, but now she could turn that assertion on its head.
The reason was simple: more than a decade had passed since the founding of the nation, traditional culture hadn't been promoted, and those students simply didn't recognize the value of the items!
Not recognizing their value, they acted on impulse to beat, smash, burn, and tear things apart, piling them up in the courtyards and setting them ablaze without realizing the inestimable treasures they were destroying.