Chapter 1835 Returning Things to Their Original Places 3

Before Feng Qingxue left, Lu Erxiong said worriedly: "Be sure to take us out to play!"

"Don't worry, Mom keeps her word. When the time comes, I will buy anything you like and bring it back to the capital as long as it's within my means." Feng Qingxue said, and got on the tractor with her luggage. The Wanglou Brigade was going to purchase fertilizers so that they could spread them on the wheat fields during the winter break, and they took her along the way.

Now that dawn has arrived, the Lu family is prosperous, and Wang Zhengguo is over 70 years old and is ready to retire. Most of the work of the Wanglou Brigade is handled by his eldest son Wang Dachun, and this time is no exception.

It is easy to criticize the inheritance of knowledge from father to son, but this problem does not exist in Wanglou Brigade.

First, Wang Dachun has been the team leader for many years and has a deep understanding of all aspects of the Wanglou Brigade. He is extremely talented. Second, as Feng Qingxue's cousin, the members of the Wanglou Brigade certainly hope that Wang Dachun will be the next branch secretary. They can know in advance about the policies from above, and the Wanglou Brigade will definitely not miss any good things.

Except for a few people, the other elders and villagers are very smart. They know how much they have benefited from the Lu family in the years since Feng Qingxue came into the family. Otherwise, they would not support the establishment of the review class.

Along the way, Wang Dachun and Feng Qingxue arrived at Huaihai City while chatting and laughing.

Feng Qingxue bought a sleeper ticket. After the above-mentioned adjustments to transportation, the speed of the train was also increased. She arrived in Shanghai at night and temporarily stayed in a guesthouse near the train station.

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After many years, the architecture has not changed much, but the cultural relics department looks particularly deserted.

Feng Qingxue ate a serving of fried dumplings and asked the old man sitting at the same table with her about the situation in the cultural relics department.

Of course, she didn't ask directly, so as to avoid others noticing the clues.

The crushing of the four-man group could be seen with excitement on the faces of many citizens, and some were parading in the streets to celebrate. Feng Qingxue watched and shook her head with emotion, saying that fortunately the conspiracy was crushed completely and there was no need to worry about anyone pursuing the matter. While eating steamed buns, Feng Qingxue also heard other diners discussing their lives after the conspiracy was crushed, and their words were filled with joy.

The tractor first stopped near the train station. After Feng Qingxue got off the tractor, Wang Dachun and another member went to the fertilizer factory.

With all the necessary documents and a prepared letter of introduction, everything went smoothly.

Feng Qingxue took a short rest and went to wander around the cultural relics department early the next morning to check the route, observe the guarding situation of the cultural relics department, and plan her next actions.

"Old man, now that the country has crushed the conspiracy of some people, I heard that some people have been rehabilitated one after another. Do cultural figures who study cultural relics have a chance to return to Shanghai? I remember that many staff members of the Cultural Relics Department were transferred down. Now it seems that the Cultural Relics Department is not very popular. Some citizens don't go through the door. What's going on? Isn't this a state-owned unit?"

The old man was shocked. "I don't know whether it will be rehabilitated or not. It depends on the country's opinion. As for your second question, I know the reason, but it's a long story."

Feng Qingxue bought another bowl of chicken porridge and pushed it in front of him, saying excitedly: "Please tell me, sir. I am all ears."

"Many years ago, a strange thing happened in the cultural relics department. It was because of this that everyone was so secretive about this place." The old man took a sip of chicken porridge and then lowered his voice, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods in the world?"

Feng Qingxue's heart moved, and she smiled and said, "Could it be related to ghosts and gods?" She did not answer the old man's question.

(End of this chapter)