Chapter 911 Visiting Relatives and Friends 10
A box full of seals and seal stones, not the imaginary gold and silver jewelry.
Feng Qingxue first picked out the seals and counted them. There were seventeen seals in total. Some were inscribed in yin, some in yang, some in seal characters, some in regular script, and some in running script, cursive script, etc. The engraved names were different.
There are white jade seals, copper seals, sapphire seals, and gold seals, but there is only one of each.
In addition, there are thirteen seals made by Tian Huangshi, Changshi Stone, Bahrain Stone and Qingtian Stone, four Changshi Stone, and three of the rest, which are dazzling.
There is also a pile of unfinished seal stones in the box, a total of thirteen pieces, including the four major seal stones.
"How much does this owner like seals? He has collected so many top-quality seal stones." The most valuable seal stone is the Chang Fossil. The best of the Chang Fossils are Dahongpao and Liu Guanzhang, both of which are in the box.
Lu Jiang looked at the names engraved on the seals. Eight of the seventeen seals were engraved with the word "Guan Kong".
"Guan Kong? Isn't that Acheng's grandfather?" Feng Qingxue blurted out.
Lu Jiang's face was solemn, "Yes, Acheng's grandfather was named Guan Kong, I remember it very clearly. Look, there are also his father's seals here. Although there are only two, the three words Guan Zhixuan are very clear."
Feng Qingxue held it in her hand and looked at it carefully, "It's Guan Kong and Guan Zhixuan. How could the seals of Grandpa Acheng and his father appear in the hidden compartment of the canopy bed that is now being raided? It's been more than ten years since the accident at the Guan family. Could it be that these things were not damaged after the house was raided, but fell into someone else's hands, and then that person had an accident and his home was raided, so they flowed into the junkyard? What a coincidence that we can accidentally find the customs Things at home. Look at the other things, are they closed at home?"
"I'll call Acheng first." Lu Jiang said.
"Come on. Since it is related to the Guan family, Acheng should be present."
Lu Jiang quickly called Guan Cheng over. After hearing the ins and outs, Guan Cheng threw himself on the table and grabbed one of the bloodstone seals engraved with Guan Kong, with tears in his eyes.
"Yes, it's my grandfather's and dad's seal, and it belongs to our family!" Guan Cheng's voice was a little choked, "I'm very impressed with this seal. It's my grandfather's favorite Changhua bloodstone. He told me about it. , has left me several seal stones, and when I grow up, I will engrave a seal for me personally. I was naughty when I was a child, and I often used my grandfather's seal dipped in cinnabar ink pad to stamp it everywhere. There were several big stamps on a lotus picture, and then I was spanked by my dad!"
Speaking of this, Guan Cheng looked at a loss, "But, I clearly remember that the house was raided that day, the seal stones and seals collected by grandfather were scattered all over the place, and a person who raided the house accidentally stepped on a seal and fell. Dad and grandpa's study are not together, the seals should not be mixed together, how can they be gathered together and put in the dark compartment of the canopy bed until the uncle and aunt find it?"
Lu Jiang pointed to the other small wooden boxes and small bags on the table, "Open it and see if it belongs to your family."
"It's been too long, and I was too young at that time, and I didn't have much impression of the things in the house before." Having said that, Guan Cheng still opened all the small bags and small wooden boxes according to his words.
Chapter 912 The Friend 1
There are several unframed silk paintings in the bag, some are mounted and then removed, some are fine brushwork and some ink. The two bags contain a total of seven paintings, which are neatly folded and wrapped in fine silk. The outside was wrapped in oiled paper and silk.
Guan Cheng looked at each of them carefully, then shook his head and said, "I don't remember."
Feng Qingxue followed and looked at them. They were all authentic works of ancient famous masters, and they were famous ones. Each of them could be called the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the painting and calligraphy world. The works that have been passed down to this day are really very few, even Song Huizong. A bird-and-flower picture.
A few decades later, any painting sent to auction can fetch hundreds of millions of hammer prices.
There is a seal about Kong left in the blank of one of the paintings, which belongs to the mark left after appreciation. Lu Jiang pointed to the seal and said to Guan Cheng: "This is left by your grandfather, is it something from your Guan family? , we can't be sure now. Let your aunt keep all these paintings in her mind, and ask Aunt Xu if you have a chance someday."
Aunt Xu is the aunt of the Guan family. She has some impression of which famous paintings the Guan family collected before his marriage.
Guan Cheng hummed, "Only auntie will know."
The other small wooden box is full of gold, diamonds and jade, all of which are relatively old jewelry. They are wrapped in soft cotton cloths to separate the collisions from each other, which are really valuable.
Guan Cheng shook his head after reading it, expressing that he did not know their origins.
Feng Qingxue wrapped the silk painting again and closed the wooden box, "If you can find their real owner, they will return it to the original owner. If you can't find it, these things will be given to you and Ayu in the future, as you will revitalize the Guan family. It's your capital."
She felt that some of these things should be related to the family. It is possible that they are all, but it is also possible that they are not. The biggest possibility is what she said before. The person in charge of raiding the home was rich in his own pockets and copied from someone else's home. The good things that came out were kept for himself, and they were hidden in the dark compartment of the canopy bed in my home. As a result, my home has been raided more than ten years later.
After listening to Feng Qingxue's explanation, Guan Cheng hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, auntie, Ayu and I can't afford it."
The Lu family took them in, raised and educated him and his younger brother. It was a great gift for them. How could they ask Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue to take the things they risked from the waste collection station? Even if it once belonged to the family, he was not qualified to accept it.
"What can't you bear? Aren't you and Ayu our children? Although Xibao and Fubao are our own children, there is no difference between you and them. The only difference is that you are old now. We don't need to worry about all aspects. In the future, when you start a family and start a business, your uncle and I will take care of it to the end. Apart from you, there are Tian Jun and Tianzhi. The things of the Guan family are the things of the Guan family, and the seals of calligraphy and painting complement the Guan family, no We leave our reasons to ourselves."
Feng Qingxue finished speaking in one breath, and patted the table, "It's settled, your uncle and I are better at hiding things, so I'll put them away for you first, and I'll give them to you when the weather is calm, after all, our family still has A bit of a conspicuous danger."
Guan Cheng opened his mouth, but Lu Jiang cut it off and said, "Just listen to your aunt!"
Although the things in front of them are valuable, the silk paintings are even more unique and unique, but they are not belonging to the Lu family. They have no idea of appropriating it for themselves. The best solution is to return it to the original owner.
Guan Cheng just wanted to accept the seal, but he knew that it was useless to talk too much, so he stood up and bowed deeply to Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue.
Chapter 913 The People in the Same Way 2
Although he didn't sleep well all night, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue got up early the next morning to cook.
Feng Qingxue was thinking about the scraps in the scrap collection station that she didn't have time to take away, and also wanted to know whether the items in the hidden compartment belonged to the Guan family, so she kneaded the dough while talking to Lu Jiang.
When she wanted to make scallion pancakes, Lu Jiang went to the private plot and pulled out a large handful of green onions, pinched the roots, peeled them, washed them and chopped them.
Listening to her babbling voice, Lu Jiang not only did not feel bored, but found it very pleasant to listen to. Hearing her talk endlessly, kneading the dough thousands of times, he couldn't help but smile, "Normal, ordinary, there is a chance. Take it when you get it back, you don't have to worry about it if you have no chance, isn't that what you said? At least we saved part of it."
Feng Qingxue's response was to stick out his tongue at him and make a face.
This person is really, can't let her nagging, doesn't he know that nagging is part of women's nature?
There was only a little peanut oil left in the oil jar. Feng Qingxue looked around and took out a jar of lard from the space. At this moment, she was secretly thankful that she had boiled lard when she had time, and the space had saved it. Many are available at any time.
She made two kinds of noodles, one white and one thick.
Children eat scallion pancakes with white noodles, adults eat black noodles, and they don't look dazzling when they are delivered to the elderly in the cowshed.
Just after baking the black noodles, Xi Bao put on his clothes and shoes, rubbed his eyes and looked over, "Dad! Mom! Where have you been? I can't find you, I'm crying, but sad!"
"Oh, you're crying? How did I hear that it doesn't rain if you just thunder?" Feng Qingxue wasn't fooled.
Xi Bao smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and looked at the pancakes in the basket, his eyes lit up, "Mom, scallion pancakes, your big baby likes it and likes to eat it!"
Feng Qingxue took a stack of ten scallion pancakes, wrapped them in gauze and put them in a small back basket, and then hung the small back basket behind her son's shoulders.
"Son, I give you a great task!"
Xi Bao immediately gave a military salute, "Please speak to the chief!"
That guy is neat and tidy, and his body and military salute are no different from those of soldiers in the army.
Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and said, "Go to the cowshed and ask Grandpa to come back for dinner, and then distribute the oil cakes in the back basket to other grandparents, one for each person, remember, one for each person."
"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"
Xibao ran to the cowshed and saw Aunt Xu and Wen Yue were cooking, so he quickly gave his big smile, "Grandma, grandma, don't be busy, mom asked me to bring pancakes, delicious scallion pancakes. , it's delicious."
Aunt Xu was taken aback for a moment, reached into the back basket and took out the scallion pancake wrapped in gauze, it was still hot, and the smell of lard was tangy.
"Xibao is so good, did your mother send it to you?"
Xibao nodded his head, "One per person, remember, one per person. I'm looking for grandpa to eat! Grandpa!"
Carrying an empty little backpack on his back, he rushed into the house screaming.
Father Lu was knocked back by him and took a few steps back. He stretched out his arms to embrace him, with a smile on his face, "Okay, grandpa will have dinner with your family. Come and say hello to the grandpas in the house."
"Hello grandpa!" Xi Bao did not forget to bow.
He was playing in the cowshed from last afternoon to the evening, shouting loudly to his grandparents. The old people knew him very well. Anyone who saw such a cute-looking and sweet-mouthed child would not feel uncomfortable. like.
Chapter 914 The Friend 3
For this little disciple and grandson, Wen Ruyu made no secret of her love, and pretended to be unhappy: "Xiao Xibao, they are all grandpas, why do you only call your grandfather to eat instead of us grandpas? You are so unfair, I Very sad."
"I'm fine!" Xi Bao blinked his big eyes and pointed at Aunt Xu who came in and said, "I've delivered food, delicious cakes!"
Wen Ruyu was stunned, and Aunt Xu laughed.
"Brother Wen, we Xibao are very smart, and we can't be deceived. Hey, Xiaoxue made scallion pancakes and asked Xibao to give each of us a piece of it. Let's eat it while it's still hot, and then drink the wild vegetable soup that Wen Yue and I made. Save yourself the smell of lard by going out and burping."
Father Lu took advantage of the situation and took his little grandson away and did not talk to these old men.
The food in the cowshed was really bad. It was either wild vegetable soup or porridge of dried sweet potatoes and corn slag, and they had a stomachache.
Jin Ruochu couldn't wait to take a piece of scallion pancake from Aunt Xu's hand. The round scallion pancake was rolled up and held in his hand. He opened his mouth and took a big mouthful, "It's delicious! Xiaoxue's craftsmanship is really good!"
The other hand patted his stomach, "Old man, today you have oil and water again."
Everyone laughed, took the scallion pancakes handed over by Aunt Xu, and ate them one after another, applauding as they ate.
The weather was particularly good and the sun was shining. Wang Zhengguo did not arrange for them to go to work. Instead, he called over a dozen strong laborers to help make adobes, and he was going to build a thatched hut for these old people.
The stable construction of the cowshed must be used for the animals of the brigade, and their existence cannot be allowed to affect the life of the animals.
It is said in name, but which of the old people present is not a smart person? It should be Wang Zhengguo considering that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, it is inconvenient for them to live in the cowshed, and the smell from a group of animals is not good, so he chose a piece of land south of Lu Jiang's house under this name and built a few houses. come out.
This group of old people worked for themselves and did not receive work points. The strong laborers who came to help each of them were given ten work points for each of them. Regardless of the food, there were many strong laborers who were willing to come.
Lu Jiang came to help after dinner. He was very strong and played adobe very well.
The devolved old people thought that Wang Zhengguo was for their good, but Lu Jiang knew that Wang Zhengguo was for Lu's father. How deep is their classmate friendship? Father Lu refused to leave the bullpen, so of course Wang Zhengguo had to find a way.
One person lives in the cowshed, and it's easy and fast, and ten people are not too crowded.
Aunt Xu and Wen Yue dug up wild vegetables and came back to cook. They were about to wash the dried sweet potatoes that had been soaked for most of the day. Feng Qingxue secretly brought some brown rice over, "I'm doing manual work today, how about just eating wild vegetable soup? Steaming? rice."
"What's so embarrassing about this? You asked Xibao to deliver scallion pancakes in the morning." Wen Yue's face was a little red, and she deserved it!
Feng Qingxue handed the rice bag to Aunt Xu, not caring about the tunnel: "It's not delivered every day, what's there to be embarrassed about? I can't starve my teacher. This adobe will dry out after being laid. Only then can you continue to build a house, and tomorrow you don't have to do such heavy physical work, and I won't give you rice to cook."
Aunt Xu was rude, and while washing the rice, she said, "Let Ah Jiang eat here at noon."
"Okay, I'll cook two more dishes and bring them back." Feng Qingxue also wanted her husband to have a good relationship with these old people. After ten years, all of them will have strong connections. It would be a fool not to seize the opportunity.
Chapter 915
Lu Jiang was busy with his work, and his children were taken care of. Feng Qingxue was thinking about the scraps that the scrap collection station had not had time to pick up, so he pretended to be ugly again and rode his bicycle into the scrap station.
Uncle Li made a great contribution after handing in the gold bars. When he saw Feng Qingxue, he was very enthusiastic and thought she was a lucky star.
The last time it was 20 yuan, yesterday it was a few gold bars, worth 800 yuan.
"The few textbooks I brought back yesterday are not enough for the children to scribble and doodle, so come here today and pick a few more." Feng Qingxue said to Uncle Li, she didn't come with a mule cart, so she couldn't pick the ones that were particularly heavy.
Uncle Li pointed to the pile of waste paper that was much taller than yesterday, "You can find it yourself, I have pulled several carts here today."
Is there a new one?
"Really? I'll take a look."
"Go, go, some copied from others, some pulled from school, and some from the cultural relics department. The group of students who brought the things held their heads high, but their speech was unclear, and I didn't either. Ask carefully."
Feng Qingxue's eyes lit up, and the square towel used as a mask to wrap half of her face, plunged into the waste paper pile.
Valuable ancient calligraphy and paintings are actually a drop in the bucket compared to the waste paper piles. No one will find out if they disappear. This is the key to finding fish in the wind and the snow. In half an hour, she asked her to collect seven or eight ancient books and four or five calligraphy and paintings.
Most of the newly added waste paper is textbooks or collections, but not much valuable.
So, Feng Qingxue turned to the other side. These are all things that I didn't have time to pick yesterday, so I have to pick them up carefully today.
Every time she found something good, she would look around before putting it in the space.
No, she turned to a more valuable painting, and it was also the work of her teacher Wen Ruyu, a painting of a lady in fine brushwork. Although it was covered with dust and had some traces of damage, it surprised her.
Just as he was about to roll up to see if anyone around noticed him, a big hand stretched out beside him.
Seeing this hand wants to take away the painting in her hand, Feng Qingxue hides quickly, stands up, and looks at the master of the big hand. She often participates in training in the army, and she has practiced before and taught by Lu Jiang. It can be said to be very agile.
"What do you want?" Feng Qingxue said fiercely at the little old man opposite.
The little old man's clothes were dirty and torn, his face was wrinkled, his stature was short and thin, and his temperament looked very clean, and his eyes were fixed on the painting in Feng Qingxue's hand, "Miss, give me this painting. "
"Let me give it to you? Why?" Feng Qingxue rolled up the painting and squeezed it tightly in her hand.
The little old man said sternly: "This painting has a very high artistic value, and it can't be pulled to a paper mill to be pulped. You young people are useless to hold it. If you find it, you have to cause trouble. Give it to me, I Find Xiao Li to buy it."
Feng Qingxue was stunned, is the old man in front of him a fellow?
Not even a fellow man, this is Wen Ruyu's work, with a completely different meaning.
"Everything is about coming first, then arriving, I see it first, and I'm willing to pay for it, you can't argue with me!" Feng Qingxue refused to give in, "You have time to argue with me here, why don't you go rummaging through the waste paper piles, Let's see if there are any other paintings. This painting is very important to me, and I'm going to buy it back in my textbook, so please don't say anything about it!"
The little old man couldn't help but looked at Feng Qingxue for a moment, hesitatingly said, "You..."
Chapter 916
Uncle Li seemed to have noticed the dispute between them and hurried over.
"Girl, he is Comrade Huang Qingbai from the Municipal Bureau of Cultural Relics, and he is also the deputy director. He often comes to me to rummage and pick it up. He is not a bad person, but he bought a lot of waste paper to take away, saying it is a national cultural heritage. Salary, I guess it's all contributed to the junkyard. I haven't been here for a while recently, Comrade Huang."
Deputy Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau? Feng Qingxue looked at the little old man in surprise.
Huang Qingbai sighed and said: "A large number of cultural relics from the Cultural Relics Bureau have been handed over to the state for export and exchange for foreign exchange. I feel distressed that I haven't eaten and slept well for several days and nights. How can I have the strength to come here? Come and take a look, who would have guessed that this girl would grab a painting from me as soon as I got here."
"Hey, old man, you have to respect the facts. I got the painting first, okay?" Feng Qingxue said unhappily, and explained to Uncle Li by the way, "Our house is an adobe house, and the walls are full of potholes. It doesn't look good, so I just wanted to find some old newspapers and old paintings to paste on the wall to prevent the soil from peeling off and falling into the children's eyes and mouths while sleeping."
Huang Qingbai was trembling with anger, his index finger pointed in the direction of Feng Qingxue, and the back of his hand was covered with blue veins, "Do you know whose work this painting is? Do you know how high artistic value it is? You actually used it to paste the wall, I'm mad at my old man."
Feng Qingxue made a face at him, "You are standing here, and you still have the strength to fight with me."
Uncle Li hurriedly smiled and said: "Comrade Huang, you can look at other things. There is a lot of waste paper there. There are many books, calligraphy and paintings of old culture in it, and they will be sent to the waste station in the city or sent directly within a few days. When you arrive at the paper mill, you secretly choose a few to buy, and I won't report it. This kid is a good man, and he finally wants to choose a painting to take home and paste it on the wall, so don't argue."
Huang Qingbai turned around and pointed at Uncle Li, "You, you, you can't be carved out of rotten wood!"
"Yes, yes, I don't understand what artistic value you are talking about, but what artistic value is there now? Isn't it all old culture and old ideas that should be destroyed? Fortunately, you met me. If you meet someone else, you have to treat you You can't sue."
Huang Qingbai angrily tossed his sleeves and plunged into the waste paper pile just like Feng Qingxue before.
Feng Qingxue stuck out her tongue to Uncle Li, "This old man..."
"Okay, okay, don't bother anyone. If you choose a painting, put it in a textbook that you can take out, and I will weigh it for you with one eye and one eye closed." Some people came to the junkyard to pick up the things that were sent after the house was raided, but Uncle Li was not a fool. As long as he didn't delay his work, they paid the money and kept silent.
Feng Qingxue never expected to hear Uncle Li's remarks. It was a pleasant surprise. Although it was impossible to take away all the cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings that he had picked in the textbooks and newspapers, it was indeed much more convenient than before.
She squatted here, Huang Qingbai was there, and the two ignored each other, each burying their heads in search of their own goals.
Because of Huang Qingbai's presence, Feng Qingxue couldn't hide the selected cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings in the space. She couldn't help being a little frustrated. She suddenly remembered Huang Qingbai's accent of the capital, and said casually: "Old gentleman, your name is Huang Qingbai, do you have anything to do with Huang Qinghong? ?"
Huang Qingbai raised his head suddenly, "Do you know Huang Qinghong?"
Chapter 917
Feng Qingxue was startled, and when she rolled her eyes, her cleverness was exactly the same as that of Xi Bao.
"I lived in the capital for a while, and I heard the name Huang Qinghong, and then I met him again, and I thought the name was very similar to yours, so I asked. Don't you feel like a family?" Made up random things.
"My name is Huang Qingbai, the cypress of pines and cypresses means longevity, and the period of the elders is not black and white. Don't change my name casually, you little eldest sister!" Huang Qingbai seriously corrected Feng Qingxue's mistake, and then Said: "Huang Qinghong is my old cousin. The red is the red of red beans, not the red of red, yellow, blue and green."
Feng Qingxue snorted, "I'm sorry, I heard it wrong."
In fact, it wasn't that she heard it wrong, but Uncle Li's local dialect was not accurate enough, and he heard Bai as white.
Huang Qingbai pinched a painting he had dug out from a pile of waste paper, squatted and took two steps in the direction of Feng Qingxue, "You know my brother? Do you know where he is? I received a letter from my hometown a while ago, Said that he had a group of students taken away, his children had drawn a clear line with him, the old sister-in-law was furious, and there is no news of him in my family so far."
Feng Qingxue thought for a while, but didn't tell the truth, "If I have news, I will definitely let you know. You are a staff member of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau. Do you live in the city? I should be able to find it."
"Then I'll trouble you!" Huang Qingbai sighed and looked at the painting in his hand, "I don't know what's going on in this world, a good cultural heritage has become a cancer, but a few years ago, it was good, at least the things of the Cultural Relics Bureau can be preserved. After coming down, it has been unfortunate since last year. One wave after another, several cultural relics and historic sites in the city were smashed and smashed. The cultural relics went abroad one after another, and entered the factory one after another. My old man's heart is like being cut off. I just thought, while I can still move, I still have two salaries to restore some cultural losses for the country. One day, the country will pay attention to this aspect. "
She is very moved.
Our Chinese people are always strong and resilient. No matter what era they are in, they always live tenaciously. There is always a group of ancestors who are dedicated to the country and sacrifice everything for themselves.
She remembered that a few decades later, many museum collections were picked up by the staff at the junkyard at that time.
In other words, like Huang Qingbai, there are many people who are working hard for the country's cultural heritage.
Of course, there are also a group of people who take advantage of the fire, buy cultural relics that are sold at low prices, and then sell them abroad at high prices, as their first pot of gold, and then become a rich party.
"Although I admire you old man, this painting is of great significance to me and I cannot give it to you." Feng Qingxue said.
"As long as it doesn't really stick to the wall, you can take it away! Master Wen's words are unique and of great artistic value. You should collect them well and take them out after a while." Hearing the words of great significance , Huang Qingbai knew that Feng Qingxue would not spoil this painting, he had said so before Uncle Li on purpose.
Feng Qingxue's heart widened, and her tone became much softer.
"Old gentleman, you work in the Cultural Relics Bureau, and you often go to the junkyard to pick up things. No one reported you?" Feng Qingxue has space at hand, and acts with extreme caution. It is rare to see people like Huang Qingbai.
Chapter 918
"Yes, but my old man pushed it back. Didn't I get these things to hand over to the country for export in exchange for foreign exchange?" Huang Qingbai was righteous, and then lowered his voice, "Since the cultural relics were sent to the trade department for export, I have only rescued some of them. If they didn't send them out, I wouldn't dare to hand in the things I picked up, and sometimes I would collect some fake antiques to fool those bastards!"
Huang Qingbai's eyes were full of helplessness and anger, which almost turned into reality.
"Our country's cultural heritage, which was robbed by Western powers in the past, is now sent out by our own people, and it has all fallen into the hands of foreigners. What is left of the country? Culture, culture, our descendants should take the essence of it. Get rid of the dross and save the relics of the ancestors, but I don't know what happened, the dross of the essence has become an old culture and needs to be destroyed!"
Feng Qingxue comforted: "It will pass in the end. As you said, the country will attach importance to cultural inheritance. Isn't the Forbidden City Museum preserved in this turmoil? You should be glad that it was not completely destroyed."
"It's too late to pay attention. These cultural heritages are non-renewable, and if they are destroyed, they are really gone."
"Who said it wasn't? But we can only try to save it now."
Huang Qingbai was stunned, reached out and patted Feng Qingxue's shoulder, not caring about the two black slap prints he left on her clothes, "Good boy, there are not many children as courageous as you, seeing you and I am a fellow man, and my old man is very relieved! My old man has no money, so he can only watch many cultural relics and antiques enter the factory."
Feng Qingxue's heart moved, she wanted to say that she had money and gold, but there was no way to buy a large number of cultural relics and antiques, but after thinking about it, she thought it was better, she didn't want to take risks and bring disaster to her family.
Huang Qingbai's face was very big, and Feng Qingxue took advantage of the situation and took out 10 or 20 books, calligraphy and paintings in the textbook in the newspaper.
As soon as she left the junkyard, she met Lu Jiang's black face.
Feng Qingxue felt guilty, turned around and ran.
Lu Jiang is tall and has long legs, so he caught up to her in three or two steps, with fire in his eyes, "Try to run again!"
Feng Qingxue retracted the foot she stepped out, swallowed her saliva, and said with a smirk, "Ajiang, are you here? Is the adobe ready? I brought my bicycle here, how did you come?"
She looked behind Lu Jiang, there was no means of transportation.
Seeing his wife's stained face and blinking big watery eyes, Lu Jiang's anger subsided all of a sudden, and he said helplessly: "Next time you come, I will accompany you, you are alone, I am very worried. Look at what time it is now? It's just that you're going home now, and it's getting dark halfway through, doesn't that scare me?"
"I'm sorry Ah Jiang!" Feng Qingxue obediently admitted her mistake.
Before marriage, she was accustomed to going out alone. After marriage, she took her children to and from the capital, home and the army. She was an adult, and her skills were not weak, so she was more courageous, but she didn't expect that she would still be in Lu Jiang's heart, A weak woman.
It's her fault to make him worry.
Lu Jiang took the bundles of textbooks, newspapers, calligraphy and painting, "Don't talk about it, let's go back."
"Wait!" Feng Qingxue grabbed him, "Go to the grocery store and see if you can still buy some pig water!"
Unable to beat his wife, Lu Jiang tied the things to the bicycle, went in empty-handed, and came out empty-handed, "No, they are all taken by the state-run restaurant, a bunch of students are clamoring for meat, if there is no meat, the restaurant doesn't want to treat them well. "
Feng Qingxue was a little disappointed, "If you don't have it, then there will be no more."
Chapter 919
When he left the city, he didn't see anyone. He sat sideways on the back seat of the bicycle, Feng Qingxue stretched out his arms and hugged Lu Jiang's waist.
"A Jiang, guess what I found today."
While pedaling his bicycle, Lu Jiang said, "There are various things in the junkyard. You must have gained a lot this time. If you ask me to guess, I can't guess whether you have discovered a lot of valuable cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings. ?"
"Yeah, there are quite a few! I estimate there are twenty or thirty pieces that are particularly valuable. Considering that there are so many cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings in one of our county towns that are about to be wiped out, it is completely conceivable to imagine that all the cultural relics in the city and even the whole country will be destroyed. How huge is the ruined cultural heritage!" Feng Qingxue sighed, "I don't regret at all for picking up the sheep in the junkyard. Today, I picked up several pieces of broken copper and iron and avoided the little old man Huang Qingbai. My son, I was unable to avoid him when I picked calligraphy and painting later."
"Who is Huang Qingbai? Is it related to Mr. Huang Qinghong?" Lu Jiang asked.
"I also asked him the same question when I heard his name, but they turned out to be cousins, and their relationship is not bad." Feng Qingxue is still a little incredulous, "I heard him say that Mr. Huang Qinghong is an ancient culture researcher of the capital's cultural relics department. The experts seemed to be in conflict with those students who smashed and burned the cultural relics, calligraphy and painting, so they were put on the hat of sabotaging the revolution, and for reasons such as destroying the old culture, they were in trouble and disappeared. However, I didn't tell him that Mr. Huang is in our brigade."
Lu Jiang nodded, "Tell or not, it should be decided by Mr. Huang Qinghong."
"I think so too! Listening to what Mr. Huang Qingbai said, it seems that Mr. Huang Qinghong's children have drawn a clear line with him. It's so pitiful!" Feng Qingxue couldn't help but sigh again, and then she was shocked and said: " I found a picture of a teacher's fine brushwork lady today. When I saw the calligraphy and painting that we saved, I realized that my level was like a baby."
Lu Jiang smiled and said: "You are still young, you are just starting out, I believe you will become a master of calligraphy and painting in the future! Wife, when the wind is calm and the traditional culture can be launched, your works will be hung in our house, whoever sees them will praise them. !"
Who doesn't like to hear good words? Feng Qingxue was no exception, her brows and eyes curled with a smile, and her eyes were very bright.
"You said you would be with me next time, don't forget." After meeting Huang Qingbai, Feng Qingxue became more determined to use the convenience of space to save the cultural heritage that was about to disappear in the long river of history.
"Okay, okay, don't forget, I'll go to the city tomorrow."
"Really?" So talkative? The wind and the snow were a little unbelievable.
Lu Jiang's topic changed, and then he said, "Go to visit Third Uncle Cheng, and if you have time, also meet Brother Anbang."
After making a plan, they learned from Lu's father that Cheng's father and Cheng's mother had passed away one after another.
Feng Qingxue was very sad when she thought of the second old man's love for Xi Bao.
The greatest pain in life is the separation between heaven and man, and there is no possibility of seeing each other again.
Unexpectedly, before they set off, Chen Xueniang arrived as promised. They had to cancel today's plan and change it to tomorrow. Instead, they greeted Chen Xueniang and a little boy she brought, a little boy with a big head, who looked only about three or four years old. .
"My adopted son, Chen Chi." Chen Xueniang introduced.
Chapter 920 Adopted Son Chen Chi 1
Chen Xueniang is determined not to get married. Now that she has adopted a child, Feng Qingxue doesn't know what other people think, but she is very happy for Chen Xueniang, which can relieve her loneliness, so she immediately squatted down and met Chen Xueniang. Chi looked at him flatly, "Hello Achi, this is the first time we met. You are welcome to visit our house. You can call me Aunt Xue."
It doesn't matter if you look closely. After seeing Chen Chi's appearance, Feng Qingxue was simply startled.
Chen Chi had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a head and a head, but he was a little shy, and shrank behind Chen Xueniang.
Feng Qingxue took two steps forward, reached out and brushed the broken hair on his forehead, and saw a very obvious small red mole.
"This child doesn't look like me at all, it's too timid." Chen Xueniang rubbed her son's head and bowed her head to him: "Achi, this is Aunt Xue, and the name is the same as mother's with the word snow. .Have you seen the little brother and little sister in front of Aunt Xue? Why don't you go and play with the little brother and little sister? Our Chi is a good boy."
Chen Chi remained motionless, tightly clutching the corner of Chen Xueniang's clothes.
"Mom!" Xibao followed and looked at Chen Chi, he snorted and pointed at Chen Chi's face, "Mom, mom, brother Lu Yi, brother Lu Yi! Is it brother Lu Yi? Brother!"
Feng Qingxue looked back at her son, "This is not a brother, it's a younger brother."
"Brother?" Xi Bao stepped forward and took Chen Chi's hand, "Brother, I'll play with you, I have a younger sister, do you have one?"
Although he is older, he is not as fat and cute as he was when he was a child, but when Xi Bao laughs, people can't help but feel a sense of intimacy. Chen Chi actually replied, "I don't have a sister."
"Then I'll give my sister half of yours!" Xibao took him with one hand and went to Fubao with the other, "Call me brother!"
Fu Bao gave Chen Chi a tender and tender smile, softly and sweetly, "Brother!"
The three children just went out to play hand in hand, so good for adults to feel inexplicable.
Feng Qingxue stood up to greet Chen Xueniang and poured water for her, "Sister Xueniang, when did you adopt the child? How did you adopt it? When we ran into you when we got off the bus last time, you didn't even mention a word, look at me, even I didn't have time to prepare for the meeting ceremony."
"You don't need the greeting." Chen Xueniang took a sip of water, "Last winter, there was a lot of snow, and the snow was half a foot thick. The factory had nothing to do, so I went outside the city to enjoy the snow. I will go there. I like snow. How could I have thought of seeing this child on the way back. At that time, he was thrown into a ravine by the side of the road. I took it home and woke up and kept calling his mother. I couldn't find his family, and I didn't hear anyone who lost their child and officially adopted him. I found him in the snow, and he was almost killed Frozen to death, I named him Chen Chi, Huo Ke Bingxue!"
"Sister is kind, and there will be good rewards in the future." Feng Qingxue said.
Chen Xueniang waved, "I never adopted him for repayment. It's Xibao, why did I see Ah Chi calling him brother Lu Yi? What's the way here? Who is Lu Yi? Is it because he looks alike?"
"I was about to tell you, Sister Xue Niang, this child's identity is probably a bit unusual."
Chen Xueniang was stunned, "You said that A Chi has an extraordinary history? You say, I'm listening."