Chapter 310 Collecting Calligraphy and Paintings
Not long after the two of them walked out, Leng Qiao came over again.
"Brother, sister-in-law, what does Dad want to talk to you about?"
"It's nothing, just let us reconsider joining the army. We haven't decided yet." Yang Qing said.
Leng Qiao nodded, "I think something is going to happen at the base. Even I will be transferred out of the military dog base."
"Really?" Yang Qing was very curious. "Where will you be transferred to?"
"Be transferred to the navy, and learn how to drive a submarine," Leng Qiao said.
The two were silent, it seemed that they were really short of people.
The number of containers inherited from those civilizations should be huge, and a submarine can only carry a few, so a large number of submarines are needed, and a large number of people who can operate submarines are also needed.
Leng Qiao is a soldier originally, so it would be easier to train him.
"Brother, you and Dad..., don't you want to recognize him?" Leng Qiao looked at Leng Yi.
Leng Yi didn't say anything. After thinking for a while, he said, "I didn't deny him, and he didn't say he would recognize me. We are all busy, so it doesn't matter about those ceremonies. It's enough to just know it in your heart."
In fact, he didn't hate Leng Jiashan at all. He was his second uncle and someone he respected very much.
Now he is the head of the military base and shoulders the heavy responsibility of protecting the inheritance of human civilization. It is already very hard, and Leng Yi does not want to bother him with his own affairs.
Of course, he probably doesn't have time to bother himself.
So it’s good like this now, everyone is busy with their own things and accepts their fate.
Leng Qiao's eyes lit up when he heard Leng Yi say this, "So, big brother doesn't hate dad?"
"No hatred." Leng Yi shook his head, "But I won't go out of my way to recognize him. It's fine the way it is now."
"Then my brother and I will come to find you and sister-in-law, is that okay?" Leng Qiao asked.
"Okay." Leng Yi nodded, "But we probably won't be at the base all the time. We'll be out looking for supplies. It's best if you come at night, or wait until you see us coming back, otherwise you might end up with nothing."
"I understand." Leng Qiao nodded happily. As long as the eldest brother doesn't reject them, it's fine.
The two returned to the small yard and drove a pickup truck pretending to go out to look for supplies.
"Should we go to the barter market?" Yang Qing said to Leng Yi.
"What do you want to exchange?" Leng Yi was very curious. They had almost everything they needed now.
"When I heard what your father... the chief said today, it suddenly occurred to me that I have very few books, calligraphy, and antiques in my space. Aside from the ones I found from some bosses when I went to sweep the buildings, I haven't collected any since then."
"In fact, in the past, during the summer market, many people brought famous calligraphy and paintings to exchange for things, but at that time they were considered useless and were confiscated. Now think about it, it's a great deal to exchange a few kilograms of grain for those valuable calligraphy and paintings."
"After the apocalypse, if we have the chance, we can donate these to the country. Even if we don't donate them, they will be very valuable when we sell them. I think we can collect more." Yang Qing said.
Leng Yi nodded, "Okay, but we don't know anything about those. What if we receive a fake one?"
"I have a way." Yang Qing smiled, "As my space has been upgraded, I've discovered that it has a certain sensitivity to spiritual objects."
"Do you remember when the space was just beginning to support life, I tried to kill the creatures inside with my mind? Although I failed at first, as I practiced, I gradually became able to kill the creatures inside with my mind."
"Later, I was able to kill the living things inside directly with my mind. This thought seemed to be manipulating the spiritual energy in the space. I thought I would use this spiritual energy on my hands to see if I could feel the objects outside."
"If those antique calligraphy and paintings are authentic, they also have a certain spiritual energy. Perhaps we can use spiritual power to perceive them."
"Is there really such a thing as spiritual energy in the world?" Leng Yi asked.
"I think aura is just a more traditional term in China. If we really want to explain it scientifically, it is actually a kind of energy," said Yang Qing.
Leng Yi nodded, "Indeed, let's try it later."
The two came to the barter market, which was quite lively with all kinds of things on sale.
Several months have passed since the Eternal Night, and the weather has gradually become warmer. Now the temperature is over 20 degrees, which is the most comfortable time.
So there are a lot of people setting up stalls.
The two found a place to park the car, and Yang Qing put on a large bag to hide the things he might take from the space.
The two of them specifically looked for stalls selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, as well as books, especially professional books. Of course, novels and other things were also acceptable, as they would also be their spiritual food in the future.
It’s true that many people sell them, but books are not valuable. One pound of grain can be exchanged for more than a dozen books. They are generally genuine, and no one will keep pirated ones.
Relatively speaking, most of the antiques and calligraphy and paintings are genuine. In such a troubled period when people have to move frequently, if they were fake, they would have been thrown away long ago, unless the person himself did not know that they were fake when he received them.
Yang Qing saw a painting by Tang Bohu and asked the stall owner how much five kilograms of grain cost.
"My old man bought this at an auction for millions of dollars," the stall owner said, reluctantly. "Now it's only worth a few kilograms of grain. If I weren't really starving, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."
Yang Qing placed his hands on the calligraphy and painting, pretending to appreciate it, and used his spatial spiritual power to sense it. Sure enough, he could feel a faint energy flowing in the calligraphy and painting.
"Auntie, can you make it cheaper? It's a bit too expensive." Yang Qing pretended to be embarrassed. After all, at this time, a painting was really not as valuable as five kilograms of grain.
If she agrees too readily, people will think she is stupid and has a lot of money.
"Four pounds, no less." The aunt gritted her teeth.
"Three pounds!" Yang Qing bargained.
"No sale!" The aunt shook her head. The difference of two kilograms was too big.
Two kilograms of food can now feed their family for four days.
"Three and a half pounds!" Yang Qing raised the price, "I don't want any more."
The aunt hesitated for a long time and said, "Forget it, I'll give it to you, but you have to weigh your food enough for me."
"Don't worry, I promise you won't lose a penny." Yang Qing said with a smile.
"I have some more here, do you want some more?" The aunt suddenly lowered her voice.
"Let's take a look." Yang Qing nodded.
The aunt took out another painting from the bag at her feet and spread it out for Yang Qing to see.
Yang Qing used his hands to sense it, but he didn't sense anything. He didn't reveal it, "I don't like this picture. I don't want it anymore."
The aunt sighed and put the painting away.
Yang Qing put three and a half kilograms of rice in a black bag and gave it to the aunt, and then put Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings into the bag.
He then followed the same method and collected several more paintings and calligraphy by famous people, and even a plum vase from the Song Dynasty, all for only a few kilograms of grain.
The stall owner felt both painful and helpless.
These dead things are useless in the end times, it’s better to exchange them for some food.
What Yang Qing lacked the least was food. The food in her space was almost one million kilograms.
The two of them wandered around outside for a day and returned to the base in the evening.
In order to lay the groundwork for taking out rare metals in the future, Yang Qing took out a box of cigarettes from the space and pretended that they were found supplies to demonstrate their abilities.
Anyway, in her opinion, cigarettes are the most useless things. She and Leng Yi don’t smoke, but they are very valuable in the apocalypse, so it’s better to exchange them for points.
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