Chapter 951 Flying to the Capital 3
Walking to the door of the room, Lu Jiang pulled He Hongjun into his room, "When the lesbians talk, what are we male comrades doing? Come and sit in my room. Comrade He Hongjun, tell me about Shanghai. Let me understand the situation on the side."
Comparatively speaking, as a man, I pay more attention to the changes of the times.
"Okay!" He Hongjun also felt that it was not suitable to follow up, so he naturally obeyed Lu Jiang.
Feng Qingxue smiled and invited He Qingyin to her room.
She first helped Qingyin He sit on the only chair, then closed the door, turned around and raised the kettle to pour water.
"Comrade Qingxue, don't be too busy, I don't drink water, I'm not thirsty. Who wrote this word? Can you tell me?" He Qingyin said, taking out Feng Qingxue from his pocket and handing it to He Hongjun paper, with a very eager attitude.
Feng Qingxue didn't beat around the bush, she smiled and said, "The teacher wrote it, my teacher wrote it, as evidence that I met Senior Sister."
He Qingyin was taken aback, "Teacher? Senior sister? Who are you?"
Feng Qingxue respectfully handed the enamel jar to her hand, "Teacher's ninth disciple Feng Qingxue has seen Senior Sister He."
Wen Wenxuan's words surprised He Qingyin, and she trembled, "You mean that the teacher is safe now?"
"Yes, the teacher is in our hometown, and there is no fear of life for the time being. The teacher has always been worried about several brothers and sisters, so we came to Shanghai and specifically asked us to inquire about the whereabouts of the sister." Feng Qingxue sighed, "When I know Comrade He Hongjun's aunt is Senior Sister, and I am so happy to learn that Senior Sister, you are safe and sound."
He Qingyin burst into tears with joy, "The letter I sent was like a muddy ox into the sea, I knew that the situation in the capital was not good, and the teacher's situation was not optimistic. However, I couldn't protect myself, and Hongjun took a lot of effort to save my old life. I can't let him risk another trip to the capital. There is no way I can do it. I can only ask God in my heart to bless my teachers and brothers and sisters to get through this catastrophe in peace, even if I know that my prayers are not enough. It's psychological comfort."
Feng Qingxue comforted: "Now the teacher is fine, senior sister can rest assured."
"Yes, yes, you can rest assured, you can rest assured." He Qingyin held the enamel vat, "I just don't know the whereabouts of my senior brother, I am still very worried. The original eight people were folded in half. Alas, in this world, I don't know. Why did it suddenly become like this, and I don't know what the above has to do with us nerds. Qingxue, let me call you Qingxue, how is the teacher living with you? How is your spirit? What to eat and wear How are you living? How did you come to your place?"
Ignoring Cui Shaoyuan's role in it, Feng Qingxue briefly told He Qingyin about Wen Ruyu's current situation, "Since I have worshipped the teacher, I will be a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of my life. Please don't worry about the teacher's clothing, food, housing and transportation."
He Qingyin let out a long breath.
"In the future, it will be hard for you." He Qingyin said.
"I only have two or three months of vacation. After the vacation is over, I have to return to the army." Feng Qingxue sighed, "Fortunately, the parents and villagers in our hometown are very kind, and the children at home are all grown up and can help take care of the teacher. We live together, with the cowshed to the west and our home to the east, and now the brigade is building a house for them, and it is also near our home."
Chapter 952 Flying to the Capital 4
He Qingyin listened to Feng Qingxue's words, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will ask Hongjun if they can arrange me to participate in the reform through labor in your hometown. Although I am not too young, but in my fifties, I have not yet reached the age of 50. To the point of being old-fashioned, even if I usually help the teacher wash and play, I will do my best to be a student."
Wen Ruyu has passed away, what can she do at such a young age? I usually write and draw, but I have never done housework, let alone farm work.
He Qingyin complained unconsciously, and Feng Qingxue couldn't help but smile.
"The party secretary and the captain are my uncle. He is an old man who is benevolent and will not arrange heavy work for the elderly. The situation in the city is changing and it is unpredictable. If Comrade He Hongjun has this ability, senior sister comes to us, for senior sister. Maybe it's a good thing, at least you won't encounter what happened in the city, so you don't have to live in fear."
When Feng Qingxue said this, her brows were slightly wrinkled, "It's just that our rural life is hard and we rely on self-sufficiency."
He Qingyin said, "It's nothing to live a hard life. For us, the physical torture is far less than the mental torture. Although I took shelter in Hongjun, I have never experienced it, but I have seen it, heard it, and felt the same. I'm going to find a way for Hongjun now, it's easier to devolve than to keep me in Shanghai."
He Hongjun heard what He Qingyin meant and fell into thinking unconsciously.
Lu Jiang whispered to He Hongjun: "As long as we can arrange Comrade He Qingyin to be sent to us here, you don't have to worry about receiving it, and Comrade He will naturally be settled well."
There is Cheng Baoguo in the city, Fenghua's son in the county committee, Wang Zhengguo in Shuguang Commune and Wanglou Brigade can also talk.
Feng Qingxue also said: "The countryside is different from the city, and there are not many students involved in these things. Most of the country people are in awe of the cadres or intellectuals in the city, even if they don't approach, they will not deliberately. Insulting and beating, because no one can guarantee whether they will have a chance to go back, once a person of this status is able to return to the city, will there be any need to say in the future?"
She checked relevant information and found that the chances of surviving the people who were sent to the rural area for reformation were far higher than those of other people who encountered it, because compared to some people who specially guarded them, the countrymen were more kind, and they didn't have so many bad thoughts. At most, they just avoided far.
He Qingyin stared eagerly at his grand-nephew.
"Hongjun, I'm only going to cause you trouble here. You have to work and take care of me. You're too busy to beat the back of your head. It's better to let me leave here to save you from being ruled by a bunch of villains."
After weighing the pros and cons, He Hongjun agreed to He Qingyin's request.
"It's not difficult for me to arrange for you to be sent to the countryside for reconstruction. It's not difficult for my aunt to leave here. Instead of living in fear, it's better to go to another world where you can find a way out. I believe in the conduct of Comrade Qingxue's family, I will Send money and things to my aunt on time, so life shouldn't be hard."
In order to show his sincerity towards the revolution, He Hongjun took the initiative to request that his aunt be sent to a remote rural area, undergo labor reform, and get rid of his old thinking and old culture.
Not only was his request approved, but he was also appointed as the person in charge, delegating all the bad elements to the countryside.
He Hongjun was afraid that the night would be too long, so he made arrangements immediately. After the documents were issued, he and two colleagues escorted a few bad elements who had to be reformed through labor. In fact, they were all friends of He Qingyin. They each took their luggage and boarded the train to Huaihai City. .
At the same time, after sending the things on the bright side home, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue got on the plane to the capital.
Chapter 953 Capital Chronicle 1
The situation in the capital is more severe than in Shanghai, but the Palace Museum is well protected, and the Cultural Relics Bureau has survived the disaster. A large number of cultural relics have been preserved, and the damaged items are probably copied from various households.
Wen Ruyu, Jin Ruochu, Huang Qinghong and other valuable cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings in their homes have long since vanished in front of them.
A fine item like this cannot be salvaged.
Therefore, all Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue can do is to wander around large and small junk stations, scouring as many cultural relics as they can, often changing their appearances and changing junk stations every day, without causing suspicion from others.
After five days of busy work, Feng Qingxue found that the cultural relics found in the capital waste station were not as many as those in Shanghai.
Of course, not counting the things they stole from the cultural relics department.
"It's normal." After learning about the situation, Lu Jiang was already mentally prepared, "The items sent to the junk station are probably broken copper, iron, furniture, porcelain, etc. Gold and silver utensils are handed over to the state, like books, calligraphy and paintings that can be burned on the spot. Burnt to ashes."
There are a lot of big families in the capital, the belongings of hundreds of thousands of families, what a huge sum of money.
Feng Qingxue sighed, "Although I have been psychologically prepared, I can't find the cultural relics and antiques in the Shanghai junk station in the junk station in this area of the capital. Thinking of the fate of those cultural relics, calligraphy and painting, it is a pity. I said, let's go, let's go to the black market and the second-hand market, and then go to the army to see if we can meet Tianjun."
Even recruits have time to rest, and it is impossible to live in training and learning every day.
Feng Qingxue looked at the date specially, tomorrow is the weekend, they can go for a trip.
Lu Jiang stared at her dotingly, "Okay, we've visited seven or eight out of ten junkyards, so let's go to the black market to see if we have received the goods, I brought a lot of money to see if I can buy you a few pieces. jewelry."
"Bring some food, some people don't want money, just food." Feng Qingxue was very clear about the situation of the black market.
In the twilight of the evening, the couple happily entered the nearby black market.
Having lived in the capital for a while, Feng Qingxue certainly knew where the black market was.
Whether it is the buyer or the seller, they are basically all alone, all of them are watching and listening in all directions, and many people have nothing on their bodies. Obviously, they intend to negotiate transactions here, and then trade in a secret place.
Lu Jiang asked Feng Qingxue in a low voice, "Is this all done?"
He couldn't help breaking a cold sweat for Feng Qingxue's past transactions in the black market, what should he do when he encounters a gangster?
Feng Qingxue thought for a while, "Not all of them. Some people want to sell food and still bring them with them. Otherwise, who would know that they would have food to sell? Who would come forward to discuss with them?"
She saw through Lu Jiang's thoughts at a glance, and whispered: "A Jiang, I'm not that stupid, I'm the most cautious when trading, I'm very cautious, either choose an old woman, or choose an old old woman. Grandpa, most of the time I choose the trading location, and I sometimes hide to see if people are trading with me. If people come to a few middle-aged people or something, I will not show up. However, everyone They all really want to buy food, so they all follow the rules of the black market."
Lu Jiang said in a low voice: "Don't come to the black market alone in the future, the second-hand market doesn't matter." The latter is open and upright, and the black market is a place for speculation that is strictly prohibited by the state, and can only be carried out secretly, so the character cannot be completely trusted.
Chapter 954 Capital Chronicle 2
Except for nodding, Feng Qingxue did nothing else.
Because she understands Lu Jiang's concerns, she obeys obediently.
Although the two of them had their faces blackened and their clothes were plain and full of patches, they were full of energy, and at first glance they seemed to be people who were not short of food, especially Lu Jiang with a backpack on his shoulders.
So, as soon as they appeared on the edge of the black market, they were targeted.
A teenager in his teens ran faster than a rabbit and came to them in an instant. Although he begged, he didn't look humble at all, "Can you sell me some food? Coarse grains are fine, coarse grains are fine."
He is very funny, and his voice is very low.
Seeing that he was black and thin, skinny and his clothes were also very tattered, Lu Jiang couldn't help feeling sour. It could be seen that although the difficult period had passed for five or six years and the famine had eased, he was not well clothed and had no food to eat. people still abound.
"What did you buy?" Feng Qingxue's voice contained a gentle joking.
The young man blushed suddenly, and murmured: "Three yuan and twenty-five cents, I only have three yuan and twenty-five cents. I heard that the coarse grains in the black market are 30 cents a pound. I wondered if I could buy ten catties of coarse grains to pass the time. Difficulty."
Feng Qingxue thought for a while, and stuffed ten catties of food stamps for him, "Go to the grain store with these three yuan and twenty-five cents to buy it, it's cheaper than buying it in the black market."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then trembled violently, "Food stamps..." They are still military ration stamps, flour stamps, and fine grains.
The price of such food stamps in the black market is equal to the price of food.
The current price of coarse grains is 30 cents, and refined grains are 70 to 80 cents per catty, with fluctuations from time to time. When the situation is not good, it can be sold for one yuan per catty. Seven years ago, one catty of refined grain tickets could be sold for five yuan. High price of six bucks.
According to national regulations, ten catties of grain stamps can buy thirty or forty catties of coarse grains at grain stores, because refined grains are too precious.
"Take it, go back quickly, don't stay here. Tickets are not money, not food, and you don't want us to be put on the hat of speculation!" Feng Qingxue said gently, if you don't take money, you are showing kindness, and others can't catch it. When it comes to the handle, if the money from the teenager is received, then the meaning will be different. Tickets, industrial coupons and the like can be given away, and the transaction will be illegal.
"I can not......"
Feng Qingxue pulled Lu Jiang away, turned around and smiled, "Go home quickly, don't wander around here for children."
The teenager ran two steps in a row and stood in front of them, "My name is Xing Yushan, my brother's name is Xing Minshan, uncle and aunt, two honorable names? My brother and will definitely repay you when we grow up, please tell me."
"Xing Minshan?" Feng Qingxue blurted out.
"You know my brother?"
"I don't know you or your brother, but I heard your brother's name a few years ago." A smile appeared on Feng Qingxue's face, "My son's name is Lu Tianmao, and his nickname is Xibao."
Xing Yushan covered his mouth all of a sudden, "Xiao Xibao, Xiao Xibao for us buns!"
He held the food stamp in one hand, and grabbed Feng Qingxue's hand in the other, shaking his hand, tears falling down with joy, "I remember, I remember, that winter, if it wasn't for Grandpa Lu and Xibao giving us money and Food stamps, and give us steamed buns to eat. My brother and I will not be able to survive that month just by relying on sweet potato peels and rotten vegetables and leaves. You are all good-hearted people, good people. Grandpa Lu and Xibao we met were like this, not asking for anything in return. Help us, auntie, you are the same."
Chapter 955 Capital Chronicle 3
Feng Qingxue took out her hand and patted the back of his thin hand, "Let's go, let's go, let's go, this is not a place to stay for a long time. Children, go home obediently, and don't come out to take risks unless necessary."
Xing Yushan wanted to say something else, but Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang had already left.
"Thank you, thank you..." Xing Yushan, with tears in his eyes, murmured in place for a while before running away.
Their brothers were born with extremely irresponsible parents. They saw that others were in need of help and often gave generously to others, but they could not see that their children lived in hunger since childhood.
This time, it was also because they lent their wages to a couple who needed to get married, just because the other party wanted to buy a pair of large wardrobes, and they were tens of dollars short of money, and they stole the last few coins from their own hands at the instigation of someone from their hometown. Nian has been in his brother's hands, and his brother has handed over the food stamps that he has collected, so when the eldest brother was an apprentice in a steel factory, Xing Yushan had to try his luck in the black market.
Fortunately, on the third day he came to the black market, he was lucky enough to meet good people who were willing to help him.
With the comparison of parents, the kindness and generosity of strangers are more highlighted.
Xing Yushan remembered Lu Xibao deeply, deeply in his heart, and vowed to repay him and his family when he grew up.
Feng Qingxue didn't say his name, Xing Yushan could only engrave the names of Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Tianmao in his mind.
If you remember Lu Zhiyuan and Lu Tianmao, you can find today's benefactor.
The meat buns that winter was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life, and he will never forget it.
Lu Jiang didn't know the other party's situation, so he asked Feng Qingxue in a low voice, and Feng Qingxue couldn't say that he knew the future fate of Xing Minshan brothers and the reason for their hunger now, right? He said vaguely: "This matter, it's a long story."
"You can make a long story short." Lu Jiang was very straightforward.
Feng Qingxue smiled, "That year in the capital, Dad took Xibao out to buy cakes or buns, I can't remember, Dad came back and said that on the way, he met three brothers who were picking up roasted sweet potato skins that were thrown away in the ice and snow. After eating with rotten cabbage leaves, Xibao gave them steamed buns. Later, Dad gave them twenty dollars and ten catties of food stamps. The eldest among them was Xing Minshan."
Lu Jiang was very proud, "Our Xibao have completely inherited our family style!"
Feng Qingxue glanced at him sideways, "Look what you are proud of, it's Xibao and not you."
"If there is a father, there will be a son, and what does that say? A tiger father has no dog son. Only a father like me can have such a treasure!"
Although the conversation they had just had with Xing Yushan was not heard, Xing Yushan left the black market after picking up the things. He looked grateful, but he was completely seen, and in a moment, a person rubbed in front of them.
"Comrade, do you want to collect anything? Just have food." His voice was very low, and his attitude was very careful.
Lu Jiang said solemnly, "What do you have?"
The other party smiled, "Don't worry, it's all good things."
While others were raiding his house, he slipped in and took the sheep out. Unfortunately, things that look so good-looking are almost worthless now. It all depends on whether he can meet someone who likes them.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue looked at each other and decided to see things before deciding whether to trade or not.
So they changed the location, and it turned out to be a good thing, and there were a lot of them, including jewelry and paintings.
Worth nothing at the moment, worth billions in the future.
The other party only wants grain, and it must be refined grain before they are willing to trade.
"Deal!" They came here for cultural relics and would not be reluctant to give up this food.
Chapter 956 Capital Chronicle 4
After the transaction was completed, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue immediately changed their clothes and changed their location.
The backpack I used before, this time I changed it to a luggage bag.
However, their luck was not very good. As soon as they entered the black market, Feng Qingxue and an old woman had just negotiated a deal. Lu Jiang, who was looking at the wind, rushed over and said, "Run, someone is coming!"
I believe everyone who often goes to and from the black market knows who the person in the words is referring to, and immediately runs away.
The old woman couldn't run fast, so Lu Jiang simply carried her on his back, and He Feng Qingxue left the black market in another direction.
The staff entered from the south, and they ran from the north, leaving no backs to each other.
The old woman is old-fashioned, weighing at most 70 to 80 pounds. When Lu Jiang was training in the army, it became a habit to carry weight, and Feng Qingxue often participated in training, and the speed of her feet was not slow. SHe ran to a safe place within a few minutes and stopped.
Feng Qingxue held her luggage in one hand and leaned against the wall in the other, panting, her cheeks flushed.
As if nothing happened, Lu Jiang gently put the old woman down, "I'm sorry, comrade, didn't I mess with you?"
"It's okay, it's okay, thank you, comrade, if it wasn't for your quick response, my old arms and legs would have been caught by the staff!" The old woman didn't know what was wrong, "Comrades, our deal is still in place. Can it be carried out? I don't feel relieved to keep some things at home, and I can use it for some money and food."
Feng Qingxue hurriedly said: "Counting, of course counting!"
"Then come with me, the wind is tight, and I don't dare to take out things." The old woman said while leading the way in front, because they were in a relatively remote alley, so the old woman spoke more casually, "We, Living in the midst of turmoil , I wanted to learn from my neighbor, Lao Su, to shred all these things into pulp and pour them into the river, but I was really reluctant to do it myself, so I had to do it. Two pieces can be preserved in the world."
Her voice was low, but Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue could still hear her clearly.
Feng Qingxue said to Lu Jiang, "It's all about painting and calligraphy. The old woman said that her husband was able to survive by digging a hole in the corner of the wall and hiding in the hole. However, her husband's whereabouts are unknown after being taken away, and people come to check every day. She will not be able to live in peace one day, because she is afraid that after those paintings and calligraphy are discovered, she will be convicted and will not be able to keep the paintings and calligraphy, so she has done what she does today."
"If you want these, I know that you have skills and ideas, and most people don't dare to touch these things. The paintings and calligraphy in my hands are all top-notch. You can keep them well. Maybe one day, you will be able to touch them. See the sun." Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes, "As long as these things are here and can be passed on, no matter who they are in, I will be happy."
Feng Qingxue's attitude was very respectful, "I haven't asked your old honorable name yet!"
The academic world is so big, most of the famous people are acquaintances of Wen Ruyu, Jin Ruochu and others.
The old woman glanced at her and smiled softly, "My name is Ouyang Lan, old lady."
Hearing the three words Ouyang Lan, Feng Qingxue thought of her senior brother Ouyang Mo. She met He Qingyin in Shanghai. He Qingyin patronized and asked her teacher Wen Ruyu. .
Chapter 957 Capital Chronicle 5
This pig brain!
Feng Qingxue tapped her head. It seemed that she had to go to Shanghai to ask He Hongjun about Ouyang Mo. In any case, she could only explain to Wen Ruyu when she knew Ouyang Mo's life and death.
When I arrived at Ouyang Lan's house, there was a small yard with three main rooms. It was dilapidated, with signs of smashing and smashing everywhere. The ground was full of potholes.
"The yard was originally divided by the state. We pay rent every month, not private." Ouyang Lan sighed as he explained, "If it was privately owned, it would have been confiscated by the state during this turmoil. I heard that this Back in a campaign, many people's private houses were confiscated, and the people who rented their own house to other people to live in had blood mold!"
It seemed that there was no one else in Ouyang Lan's house. She closed the door, opened three corner holes, hugged three long wooden boxes and two small wooden boxes one after another, and opened the long wooden box to Lu first. When Jiang Hefeng Qingxue looked at it, it was all scrolls of calligraphy and painting.
Feng Qingxue counted them carefully. There were thirty-eight volumes in three boxes of different lengths.
Ouyang Lan picked up a scroll and opened it, it was actually Xu Beihong's horse drawing!
"Take it, one hundred yuan plus 30 catties of grain, take it all!" Ouyang Lan closed the scroll and put it in the box, and pushed it towards Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue together with the other two small wooden boxes. It's a scourge in our house, take it, take it!"
Feng Qingxue was not polite, she took out several bags of grain from her luggage, and asked Lu Jiang to pay 200 yuan.
"Auntie, this is 200 yuan and 50 catties of rice noodles. You can take it first. If we meet again in ten years or so, and you regret it, you can redeem it with 200 yuan and 50 catties of grain. !" The more she experienced, the less selfish Feng Qingxue became, and she became less obsessed with calligraphy and painting antiques worth hundreds of millions in the future, her only thought was to preserve the cultural heritage.
What you buy is left to yourself and your children, no matter if it is jewelry, jade, or cultural relics, calligraphy and painting.
The value that she obtained without stealing or robbing was also very valuable, she was content.
If there are some things that cannot be returned to their original owners, valuable cultural relics will be selected and donated to the country, to contribute to the inheritance of the country's culture, and to gild the family, and she will accept the rest with a polite smile.
After hearing Feng Qingxue's words, Ouyang Lan burst into tears.
She understood what Feng Qingxue meant, and couldn't help but mutter: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, comrade, you are such a good person. As for whether or not to redeem, it depends on whether my old wife can live to ten years later."
"So, you have to take good care of yourself. For the things you have stored with me, you must take care of yourself."
"Okay, I'll take care, I must take care!"
Watching Feng Qingxue stuff the box into her bag, Ouyang Lan didn't ask their names, because she didn't intend to redeem them, the other party was very kind, and she had to abide by the rules of the transaction.
When Lu Jiang said goodbye to Feng Qingxue, he suddenly thought of Ouyang Lan's husband, and Feng Qingxue couldn't help but ask a question.
Ouyang Lan whispered: "Tang Song, his name is Tang Song, Tang Song of the Eight Great Families of Tang and Song Dynasties."
Tang Song? That's not the person her husband and wife knew. Feng Qingxue felt a little regretful. Taking advantage of no one outside the door, she and Lu Jiang hurriedly left here with their luggage, but they kept the name Tang Song in their hearts.
Chapter 958 Capital Chronicle 6
Next, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue went to the flea market.
Because of the prevailing eradication of old ideas and old culture, the second-hand market has more goods than before, and people who have second-hand goods at home sell them one after another, so as not to attract attention at home.
Of course, there are also some people who are sent directly to the junkyard instead of setting up a stall at the flea market.
Although the situation is not as tragic as last year's few months, many things are still going on, and everyone is scared. If they set up a stall, they will let people know that they have something from the old days in their home.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue didn't need to be sneaky, they had a good time shopping in the flea market.
Not long after shopping, Feng Qingxue took a fancy to a pair of Yuanqinghua small tea pots, which were perfectly preserved. In the name of taking them home as a salt pot, she put them in a bag for two dollars, which made her smile brightly. Incomparable.
"So happy?" Lu Jiang was speechless.
It has been almost five years since they were married, and the two of them only have the chance to be alone today.
He cherished the hard-won opportunity very much, so he naturally spoke more, at least more than before.
"Of course I'm happy!" Needless to say, the value of Yuan Qinghua in later generations? Although it is just a tea pot, not a big pot like Guiguzi Xiashan Yuanqinghua, but the value is also very unusual, because there are too few Yuanqinghua circulating in the world.
The happiest thing is that the things you buy are completely yours, and you don't need to be ashamed or return them to the original owner.
Lu Jiang's eyesight was very good, so he picked out a fancy celestial ball bottle, paid for it, and put it in the basket.
Especially the flowers, the colors are gorgeous, and the eyes are dizzy.
After leaving the seller, Lu Jiang murmured a few words, "If it wasn't for some origins and value, I wouldn't like such a thing."
"During the Qianlong period!" Feng Qingxue covered her mouth and smiled. The aesthetics of Qianlong and Yongzheng were really different. The porcelain in the Yongzheng period was extremely elegant, while the porcelain in the Qianlong period was so fancy that people with intensive phobias immediately got goosebumps.
Lu Jiang shrugged. He is so similar to Xibao, and his hobbies are also very similar. I don't know why Qianlong is so different from Yongzheng.
After walking for a few minutes, the two stopped in front of a stall at the same time, full of jumbled second-hand goods, about twenty or thirty pieces, but at a glance, the two knew that 80% to 90% of them were good things. People's ancestors were either rich or noble.
"How to sell it?" Lu Jiang squatted down to negotiate with the stall owner, a young man with sharp eyes.
The young man stretched out his palm and turned it over, "One hundred yuan, it's round."
Lu Jiang picked up an emerald plume with a green body, "It's so expensive? Can it be cheaper?"
"No!" The young man said in a loud voice, lowering his voice: "Big brother, I got this thing from a poor family of Eight Banners. The ancestors of the family had come from Lord Baylor! Life can't go on, dozens of I depended on selling sellers for a living, and before they were raided, I came to collect these things, and it cost me 90 yuan, you have to let me make some money, right?"
In fact, he spent fifty dollars, but this cannot be said to the buyer.
Lu Jiang smiled slightly, "I'm not saying, under the current circumstances, there are not many buyers coming to the flea market, right? It's just that the family really lacks a plate, bowl or chair or something to come around here, like your stall. No one pays attention to these things, right? At least we went all the way, and no one patronized your stall from beginning to end."
Chapter 959 Capital Chronicle 7
"Eighty yuan, it can't be any lower." The young man said.
His stall has been set up for several days, and no one has been patronizing it. It is because the current situation is not good that everyone dares not dump these old things. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't sell it, he wouldn't have appeared in the flea market at all.
"Sixty yuan, sixty yuan, I'll wrap it up for you, and take it home as a toy for my little girl."
The young man rolled his eyes and showed a very painful expression, "I got it, I made a deal, I made a deal, I'm going to lose a lot!"
Lu Jiang paid the money, and Feng Qingxue wrapped the things up and put them in Lu Jiang's back basket.
"I still have some used goods in my hands, all of which are from big families. Do you want them? If you want, I'll go home and get them right away." The reason for living?
Lu Jiang thought for a while, then shook his head, "No need."
They have to eat in moderation, buy too much, and be too eager to attract suspicion.
The young man listened, and his regrets were clearly expressed.
Although Feng Qingxue felt it was a pity, she respected Lu Jiang's intentions, and she also knew that her husband and his wife could not go too far and buy second-hand goods too much, it was too eye-catching.
So, when they went on shopping, they only bought two things and went back.
Although there are still several black market locations and other flea markets where the couple did not appear, this time the operation to save the cultural relics has basically ended.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were very sensitive and knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, and they could not always do these things to attract attention.
After a good night's rest, the two of them drove to Lu Tianjun's unit early the next morning.
Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were dressed in military uniforms, and soon someone notified Lu Tianjun to come out.
"Uncle, aunt!" Lu Tianjun was ecstatic, shouting, and striding over, he came to the front panting, and with a swipe, gave a standard military salute.
"Good boy!" Lu Jiang returned his salute and patted his eldest nephew on the shoulder.
Feng Qingxue looked up at Lu Tianjun, her cherry lips opened slightly, "I haven't seen you for a few years, Tianjun, you are as tall as your uncle."
She had to look up to see Lu Tianjun's face clearly, and her neck was sore from exhaustion.
In the eyes of outsiders, Lu Jiang and Lu Tianjun are almost like a father and son. They look too similar, with long legs, sword eyebrows and star eyes, dark and rough skin, and very similar military temperament. The only difference is that Lu Jiang is older and more mature and stable. Gu Pan had the power of a high-ranking general, and the corners of his eyes were already wrinkled, while Lu Tianjun was a little more immature.
Lu Tianjun smiled and said, "Auntie, I've grown up a long time ago!"
"Yeah, in a blink of an eye, six or seven years have passed, and the skinny teenagers have become big men!" Feng Qingxue was very pleased, "Are you resting today? Today is the weekend, you should rest."
"If it wasn't for my uncle and aunt, how could I have today?" Lu Tianjun said sincerely, "I'm not on duty today."
"Not on duty? Alright, alright, first take the things that your uncle and I prepared for you back to the dormitory, and then go out for dinner with us." Feng Qingxue has already planned her trip for today.
Lu Tianjun hurriedly said, "Uncle and aunt go in together? How can you stand at the door after you've come here."
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Lu Jiang shook his head, "We won't go in, Tian Jun, it's another inspection and a registration process. It's too much trouble, you just need to come out. Here, take your things back to the dormitory first, come out quickly, we'll be waiting for you here."
Hearing what he said, Lu Tianjun looked at Feng Qingxue.
"Come on, my uncle and I mean the same thing." Although there are quite a few friends in the capital military region, from Jiang Yun to many medical soldiers, the situation is different now, and Feng Qingxue doesn't want to go in and disturb them.
"Okay, uncle, I'll lend you two benches, you and Aunt can rest,"
Borrowing a bench and an enamel tank of boiling water, watching his uncle and aunt sit and rest, Lu Tianjun returned to the dormitory with a large package and two duffel bags, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Good guy, Lu Tianjun, okay, where did you get so many things? Did your family send it again?"
"Looking at the way you are sweating profusely, isn't it light?"
"That's it, that's it, what's the good stuff?"
The eyes of the comrades in the same dormitory all shone with curiosity, and some of the greedy ones had already shown their drooling expressions.
No way, everyone knows that Lu Tianjun's family loves him very much, and they often send him some food, the best ones are pork jerky, yak jerky and so on.
When you become a soldier, you are brothers. No matter how rich or poor your family is, if you have some good things in your hands, you basically share them together.
Therefore, they have become accustomed to the current way of speaking.
Lu Tianjun is very generous, and he will share with them anything delicious, but the scene is a little more intense. There are too few things and too many people. If you don't grab it, you can't get it!
"Don't be in a hurry to make any bad ideas. My uncle and aunt brought me all the way, and the things they entrusted me to give to others. It's not just my share! I have to go out to eat with my uncle and aunt, and wait for me. Come back and talk about it!" Lu Tianjun said while putting away his things, but looking at everyone's appearance, his heart couldn't help softening.
The food of the recruits is actually not as good as the food he had at home. He had a rough meal without any oil or water. At that time, he was full, and after a training session, his stomach was empty, so he understood everyone's desire for things.
As soon as his heart softened, Lu Tianjun opened the duffel bag for himself, and he was not surprised at all when he saw the contents inside.
He fished out two tins of luncheon meat and a large bag of pork breast and threw them to them, "You can share it, don't rob it, it's brothers, just share it equally, the rest will wait for me to come back!"
"Go, go!" The guys pushed him directly to the door, then waved, "Go back early!"
Lu Tianjun thought for a while, then trotted all the way to the door of the medic's dormitory, panting to the female soldier on guard, "Trouble... Please help me inform Comrade Jiang Xiaoyue, and say that my uncle and aunt are here and invite her to dinner! "
Jiang Xiaoyue quickly jumped out with a running belt, "Where is it? Where is it? Where is Sister Xue? Is Xibao here?"
Lu Tianjun smiled and said, "I saw my uncle and aunt outside the military area."
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"
Seeing Lu Tianjun and Jiang Xiaoyue appear together, let alone Lu Jiang, even Feng Qingxue was stunned. Although she asked Jiang Yun and Jiang Xiaoyue to take care of Lu Tianjun, she did not expect them to be so familiar.
Whether they are familiar with each other can be seen by looking at the words and deeds of the two people.