Having selected all the books she could, Feng Qingxue moved to the yard.
The old furniture piled up like a mountain, most of which had already fallen apart. Very few were intact, and if they were, it was ordinary wood, scarce in quantity. The isolated pieces, however, were of high-quality wood, including rosewood, Wamara, and mahogany…
Seeing this, was there anything Feng Qingxue didn't understand?
The good wood furniture had fallen apart precisely because they were broken during raids, some even bearing signs of being burned.
These belonged to wealthy families. Only the wealthy got raided.
As it approached noon, the sun shone bright. Those unloading waste materials and weighing them weren't in the yard anymore.
