Several old men took turns breathing oxygen.
Today, several leading figures in the antique world of Heilongjiang Province were almost wiped out by a fat man.
The original manuscript of Su Dongpo's "Ode to the Spring Scenery of Dongting Lake" was cut into two pieces by someone with scissors!
Huaisu's original long cursive script was cut into three sections!
The most damning thing is a flower and bird painting by Emperor Huizong of Song, which became a tangram puzzle...
Hu Yu stood there awkwardly, at a loss as to what to do.
The old envelope only had a limited capacity, and there was nothing he and Zhang Hongcheng could do.
Moreover, these paintings were national treasures that were lost and their whereabouts are unknown. Although they are in such a miserable state now, it is better than being burned by fire, right?
"Little Fatty," an old man said, his face still livid after breathing in oxygen for more than ten minutes. "I'll take your painting. I'll add another three million. Can you tell me who cut this painting?"
"Old man, I'm going to skin him alive!!!"
Of course Hu Yu could only shake his head.
It’s not that he is so filial to his “godfather”, but that he can’t make this money even if he wants to.
......
The spring is bright and beautiful, with birds singing and flowers blooming.
The muddy round-headed bus swayed as it moved along the dirt road.
No one dared to open the window, otherwise the mud kicked up by the tires would fly in through the window in the next second.
The air in the car was quite turbid.
Zhang Hongcheng looked at Chu Miaohong who was dizzy beside him and poked her lightly with his finger.
"You're here."
Zhang Hongcheng was discharged from the hospital on the same day as Chu Miaohong ended her secondment.
The two of them once again got on the same bus without any prior arrangement.
This is the shuttle bus to the Dongfanghong Farm, and there are not many passengers.
One advantage of Chu Miaohong taking this bus is that she doesn't need to change buses. She can get off at the foot of the mountain and then walk three or four miles to Chunyang Village.
Awakened by Zhang Hongcheng, Chu Miaohong rubbed her eyes and accidentally saw the suspicious water marks on Zhang Hongcheng's shoulders. Her face turned red again.
Without saying anything to Zhang Hongcheng, but just nodded at him politely, Chu Miaohong picked up her luggage and got out of the car like a flash.
The shuttle bus started again. Zhang Hongcheng stared at the heroine's receding back, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was not until the shuttle bus wobbled and disappeared at the end of the dirt road that a figure carrying luggage at the edge of the woods at the foot of the mountain silently withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards Chunyang Village.
She is now a health worker in Chunyang Village and receives an allowance every month, but why does she not seem very happy?
Zhang Hongcheng vomited twice on the road before he got off the bus near the seed farm.
This dirt road is so enchanting.
The seed farm is also a unit of the Fourth Division, and the Fifth Company had already shipped all his things here.
Deputy Director Jian Songhua was a comrade-in-arms of the fifth company instructor Yu Pengnian. He enthusiastically arranged for Zhang Hongcheng to stay here for one night.
The next morning, Lao Jian directly lent his bicycle to Zhang Hongcheng.
The back seat of the bicycle was full of his luggage.
Four or five male educated youth from the seed farm who came to help "modified" the bicycle with a smile.
The back seat, both sides of the back seat, and the handlebars were all hung with things.
Zhang Hongcheng even had a thermos hanging around his neck with a rope. Amid the laughter of the educated youth at the seed farm, he rode his bike out of the seed farm in a flash.
Hongqitun is about thirty miles south of the seed farm.
The path along the way is not wide, just enough for a tractor to pass through.
The dirt road is much smoother than the previous road, probably thanks to the previous garrison.
Water pools and water meadows can be seen everywhere on both sides of the path.
Zhang Hongcheng rode from morning to noon and finally saw some people.
Qikou Village is the only entrance to Hongqitun.
There are about a hundred households here, and the headquarters of Hongqitun is located here.
Upon hearing that the new educated youth team leader and militia battalion commander had arrived, the Revolutionary Committee Director Tong Quanliang came out to greet them in person with a smile.
Tong Quanliang is from Qikou Village and is in his fifties.
When he saw Zhang Hongcheng, he didn't seem to show any contempt for Zhang Hongcheng because of his youth. Instead, Xu Changshun from Heilingzi Village looked at Zhang Hongcheng with some contempt.
Xu Changshun is the captain of Hongqitun and the second-in-command of the newly established Hongqitun.
Zhang Hongcheng smiled but said nothing.
He had inquired about it through Lao Wei before coming here.
It was the villagers of Qikou Village who had conflicts with the educated youth at the educated youth site. The educated youth were severely suppressed by the biased director of the Revolutionary Committee, Tong Quanliang.
Several educated youth even traveled all the way to the county to file a complaint.
So Zhang Hongcheng found Tong Quanliang and Xu Changshun’s attitudes very interesting.
He was just a militia battalion commander, and it was not worth it for Xu Changshun, the second-in-command, to come all the way from Heilingzi Village to wait for him.
Zhang Hongcheng had just been promoted to a deputy platoon-level clerk, earning the 24th-level administrative salary, which was 45 yuan a month.
Although Xu Changshun was also a deputy platoon-level clerk, he received an administrative salary of level 23, which was 50 yuan a month, and he was also the nominal head of government affairs in Hongqitun.
In particular, his length of service is far longer than Zhang Hongcheng's.
Not to mention Tong Quanliang, he is the only cadre at the clerk level (platoon level) in Hongqi Village, and he receives a salary of level 22, which is 57 yuan per month.
These two are the two giants of the newly established Hongqitun.
Although he was a militia battalion commander, he had almost no say in the affairs of Hongqitun.
Unless, the hidden fortune of this new position has already become clear.
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and asked tentatively.
"It seems the notice has already reached the village?"
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