Chapter 930: Determined 4

There were limited rooms in the cowshed. Two teachers from the brigade and several scholars from Huaihai City lived in a large dormitory, Wen Yue and Aunt Xu lived in a separate room, and the rest were shared by Lu's father and the elderly people from the capital.

Therefore, when Feng Qingxue asked Wen Ruyu for advice, all the elderly people from the capital were present except Wen Yue. Lu's father was also there, and Lu Jiang came with his wife and daughter in his arms, so it was a very crowded place.

Hearing Wen Ruyu's words, Huang Qinghong, who had been silent all this time, raised her head and whispered, "It's been burning for a long time!"

Then the old man let out a long sigh and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Isn't it the same in our house? All my collection of books, calligraphy and paintings were piled up in the yard and burned to ashes!" Jin Ruochu said, "They also pressed my head to the ground and asked me if I gave in. What else could I say except to convince them? I give in, give in, give in, give in to these bastards! The paintings in my collection alone weigh more than 200 kilograms! If they had stolen them and either enriched themselves or ended up in a scrapyard, at least there would have been a glimmer of hope that they would have survived. But they were all burned, burned, burned to ashes!"

Zhu Ling sighed: "Who said it wasn't true? But what can we do? We are lucky to have saved our lives."

He and his wife were translators and writers, and their collections of famous books from home and abroad were burned. Not only that, they were also abused and beaten, and were almost beaten to death. If they had not had a good relationship with Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruchu, and were soon brought here by Cui Shaoyuan, they would have been unable to bear the torture and committed suicide.

Huang Qinghong burst into laughter and said, "If you had time, do you think you would be the only one who would do this? I would do the same. What a pity!"

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Feng Qingxue immediately changed the topic, "Uncle Huang, do you know Mr. Huang Qingbai? I met him at the scrap collection station, but I didn't tell him you were here without your consent."

After thinking for a while, Huang Qinghong sighed, "I'll tell him when I get a chance, tell him not to worry about me, do his own thing, be careful, and don't let anyone find out. These days, people who devote themselves to cultural research don't have a good ending."

Feng Qingxue felt sad when she heard this. She left the cowshed and returned home. After her daughter fell asleep, she suddenly looked at Lu Jiang with a sharp gaze.

Huang Qinghong patted his forehead and said, "Oh, yes, Xiao Songshu works at the Huaihai City Cultural Relics Bureau."

Jin Ruochu stamped his feet. "I just don't understand. What does the revolution have to do with our academic community? It came so suddenly and so swiftly. I was not prepared at all. And it's over just like that. Give me some time to hide my books and paintings first!"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Huang..."

Huang Qinghong interrupted Feng Qingxue and said, "You have accepted Old Wen as your master, so you can call me uncle!"

How could Lu Jiang not understand his wife's thoughts? After a moment's silence, he said, "You can do whatever you want during these months of vacation. The child will be taken care of anyway. However, you are not allowed to act alone!"

"Thank you, Jiang. Thank you for indulging me without hesitation!"

"Silly girl, I am your husband, so of course I have to fulfill any of your wishes. Moreover, you are not doing these things for your own selfishness, but for the elders in your family, to save our country's cultural heritage, which ultimately does not belong to us." Lu Jiang flicked her nose, "All I can do is accompany you."

I would go through fire and water and never give up.

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