Chapter 917: Fellow Traveler 7

"Yes, but I argued back. Aren't I getting these things to hand them over to the country for export and exchange for foreign exchange?" Huang Qingbai said confidently, then lowered his voice, "Since the cultural relics were sent to the trade department for export, I only rescued a part of them that were not sent out. I dare not hand in the things I picked up. Sometimes I would accept some fake antiques to fool those ignorant bastards!"

Huang Qingbai's eyes were filled with helplessness and anger, almost turning into reality.

"Our country's cultural heritage was previously snatched away by Western powers, and now it's being given away by our own people. It's all in the hands of foreigners. What is left of our country? Culture, culture. We, the descendants, should take its essence and discard its dross, and preserve the relics of our ancestors. But I don't know what happened. The essence and dregs have become old culture and need to be eliminated!"

Feng Qingxue consoled him, "It will eventually pass. Just like you said, the country will pay attention to cultural heritage. Wasn't the Palace Museum preserved during this turmoil? You should be thankful that it wasn't completely destroyed."

"By the time we start paying attention, it's already too late. These cultural heritages are non-renewable. Once they're destroyed, they're gone forever."

"Who says it's not? But we can only try to save it now."

Huang Qingbai was stunned. He reached out and patted Feng Qingxue's shoulder, not caring about the two black palm prints he left on her clothes. "Good kid, there are not many kids as brave as you. I am very pleased to see that you and I are in the same boat. I don't have any money, so I can only watch many cultural relics and antiques enter the factory."

Feng Qingxue's heart moved. She wanted to say that she had money and gold, but she had no way to buy a large number of cultural relics and antiques. But after thinking about it, she decided to forget it. She didn't want to take the risk and bring harm to her family.

Huang Qingbai was very respected, so Feng Qingxue took the opportunity to weigh and take out a dozen books and paintings sandwiched between newspapers and textbooks.

As soon as she came out of the scrap yard, she was met with Lu Jiang's dark face.

Feng Qingxue felt guilty, so she turned around and ran away.

Lu Jiang was tall and had long legs. He caught up with her in just two or three steps, his eyes blazing with anger. "Try to run again!"

Feng Qingxue retracted her foot, swallowed her saliva, and said with a silly smile: "Ah Jiang, you are here? Are the adobe bricks ready? I rode my bicycle here, how did you get here?"

She looked behind Lu Jiang and saw no means of transportation.

Seeing his wife's face full of tears and big watery eyes, Lu Jiang's anger suddenly subsided. He said helplessly, "Next time you come, I'll accompany you. I'm worried when you're alone! Look at the time now. Even if you leave now and go home, it will be dark halfway. Isn't this scaring me?"

"I'm sorry, Ajiang!" Feng Qingxue admitted her mistake obediently.

Before marriage, she was used to going out alone. After marriage, she traveled back and forth between the capital, home and the army with her children. She was an adult and quite capable, so she was a little braver. However, she didn't expect that she was still a weak woman in Lu Jiang's heart.

It was my fault for making him worry.

Lu Jiang took the bundle of textbooks, newspapers, calligraphy and paintings and said, "Stop talking. Let's go back."

"Wait!" Feng Qingxue grabbed him, "Go to the grocery store and see if you can buy some pig offal!"

Unable to persuade his wife, Lu Jiang tied the things to his bicycle, went in empty-handed, and came out empty-handed. "There is no more. We asked the state-owned restaurant to take it all. A bunch of students were clamoring for meat. The lack of meat means the restaurant doesn't want to treat them well."

Feng Qingxue was a little disappointed, "If it's gone, then it's gone."

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(End of this chapter)