Su Changshun was in the most unassuming corner when a stall caught his eye.
Half a bag of cement? And a few red bricks? Next to them, even a few rusted steel rebar ends were scattered.
Things like this were precious treasures nowadays. The state-owned building materials company kept a tight grip on them, and there was no open channel for private purchases. For ordinary folks in this era to build a house with standard materials? Don't even dream about it! If the family truly couldn't fit anymore and needed to build a temporary shack, they would just go pick through scrap, using muddy slurry to patch the walls. Otherwise, they would apply to the neighborhood committee or the factory for scrap materials under the guise of house repairs.
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