Chapter 1836 Returning Things to Their Origin 4

"Of course not! My son works in the cultural relics department, so I know the details." The old man patted his thigh, "That year, cultural people suffered. The cultural relics department planned to export the cultural relics and antiques to earn foreign exchange, but they disappeared overnight. There was only a box filled with gold in the empty warehouse. What do you think is related to ghosts and gods? No one can find the lost things anywhere, and no one dares to touch the gold. It is still sealed in the bank."

The other two diners at the table nodded, probably because they were residents nearby and knew about this.

Feng Qingxue pretended to be shocked, "Is there such a thing? We have never heard of it."

The old man sighed, "It's not something worth publicizing. How did you outsiders hear about it? Not many people here know about it. People nearby have heard about it from hearsay. Because it happened so suddenly, the cultural relics department didn't have time to block the news. Everyone said that it must be the gods who showed up, otherwise how could those things disappear? They could fill several ships, not just one or two pieces. Even if they were thieves, they wouldn't steal them all at once."

There was an old lady at another table who was leaning against the old man. After hearing what he said, she turned around and said, "Of course it must be a manifestation of the gods. If it wasn't a god, how could it have carried away so many things? I heard that gods have the ability to hide the world in their sleeves. Didn't the Zhenyuan Immortal hide Tang Monk and his disciples in his sleeves?"

Although the old ideas and culture were overthrown after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the story of Journey to the West is well known to everyone and has been performed on stage many times. In this big city, many elderly people are very familiar with Journey to the West.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said yes, "Hearing you say that, it really makes sense."

The old lady said, "Of course. I have witnessed the history of our country for seventy or eighty years. What have I not seen, heard, or experienced? I think that things taken away by the gods will be returned sooner or later. After all, they are national property. The gods don't like them. Maybe they don't want the country's cultural property to be lost overseas, so they took it away."

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue couldn't help but look up at the old lady.

Most people cannot think of or express this statement.

Although the old lady had snow-white hair, wrinkles all over her face, and drooping eyes and mouth corners, her skin was fair and her manners were elegant. One could vaguely tell that she must have been a stunning beauty when she was young. Moreover, in this era, she was wearing an old cheongsam that showed off her figure. At first glance, she was an old woman with a story.

"Why do you say that?" Feng Qingxue asked her humbly. She liked to meet people with stories.

"The reason is very simple. Cultural discontinuity is an extremely sad thing for a country. Those antiques and cultural relics all bear witness to our country's history and represent our country's cultural heritage. Once they are exported, it will be difficult to find them back. Sometimes I think that the immortal was right. Our country's things should not fall into the hands of foreigners, just like our land should not be owned by foreign countries."

Having said that, the old lady looked at Feng Qingxue's bright and delicate face, and a trace of nostalgia appeared in her eyes. She looked a little dazed, until she saw the question in Feng Qingxue's eyes, she came back to her senses, smiled faintly, and lowered her head to stir the chicken porridge in the bowl.

(End of this chapter)