It had been a long time since they'd visited the scrapyard. With the chill of winter making the staff somewhat sluggish, they were allowed in without many questions.
The scrapyard was filled primarily with recyclable waste like discarded papers, books, wooden materials, copper and iron utensils, occasionally interspersed with some porcelain. These items were sorted into different categories and piled up. Some were piled outdoors, covered with thick layers of snow, resembling a snow-covered mountain.
Feng Qingxue had assumed, as in the past, that there wouldn't be anything of great value inside the scrapyard. But to her surprise, buried within a pile of scrap paper, she found a painting once considered to be worth billions before she crossed over to this era. Unfortunately, its preservation was lacking due to the snow, it was slightly damp and parts of it had sustained minor damage. But fortunately, the damages only rested on the white spaces and not on the inked areas.
