Zhang Yu carefully sorted the items at the waste station, as the original owner just did a simple sorting in a few rooms.
For example, furniture, small appliances, wood, and books were all categorized into a big class; the original owner didn't know what exactly was inside.
Now, Zhang Yu was planning to sort things out properly, checking if there were any books with collectible value, though she didn't expect any ancient texts.
Even if it's not yet the time to reap the whirlwind, there would still be people who recognize good stuff, and such treasures wouldn't just slip through the cracks.
Even if something slipped through, it would have been picked up long ago, Zhang Yu didn't want to think about it anymore.
Guarding the waste station and occasionally finding something valuable was enough to make her laugh; in any case, after tinkering for a long time, Zhang Yu didn't find anything really valuable.
