Chapter 955 Capital Chronicle 5

This pig brain!

Feng Qingxue knocked her head. It seemed that she had to go to Shanghai to ask He Hongjun about Ouyang Mo. No matter what, she could only explain to Wen Ruyu after knowing whether Ouyang Mo was alive or dead.

When we arrived at Ouyang Lan's house, there was a small courtyard with only three main rooms. It was in a dilapidated state, with signs of vandalism everywhere. The ground was bumpy, as if someone had dug three feet into the ground.

"The yard was originally allocated by the state, and we pay rent every month. It's not private." Ouyang Lan sighed as she explained, "If it was privately owned, it would have been confiscated by the state during this turmoil. I heard that this movement confiscated many people's private houses. Those who rented their houses to others are in trouble!"

It seemed that there was no one else at Ouyang Lan's house. She closed the door, dug holes in three corners of the wall, and took out three long wooden boxes and two small wooden boxes one after another. When she opened the long wooden box first to show Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, she found that it was full of scrolls of calligraphy and paintings.

Feng Qingxue counted carefully and found that there were thirty-eight volumes in total in the three boxes, of varying lengths.

Ouyang Lan picked up a scroll and opened it, and it turned out to be a painting of a horse by Xu Beihong!

Feng Qingxue didn't hesitate to take out several bags of food from her luggage bag and asked Lu Jiang to take out two hundred yuan.

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When Ouyang Lan heard what Feng Qingxue said, tears suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"Take it, one hundred yuan and thirty kilograms of food, take it all!" Ouyang Lan closed the scroll and put it in the box, and pushed it in front of Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue along with the other two small wooden boxes, "If you keep it in our family, you will be a disaster, take it, take it!"

She understood what Feng Qingxue meant and couldn't help but murmur, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, comrade, you are such a good person. As for whether I can redeem you or not, it depends on whether I can live to ten years later."

"Auntie, here are two hundred yuan and fifty kilograms of rice and flour. Please take them first. If we meet again in ten years or so, and you regret it, you can redeem the things with another two hundred yuan and fifty kilograms of grain!" The more experiences Feng Qingxue had, the less selfish she became. She was not so obsessed with the calligraphy and paintings and antiques that would be worth billions in the future. Her only thought was to preserve the cultural heritage.

"So, you have to take good care of yourself. For the things you have stored with me, you must take good care of them."

The things she obtained without stealing or robbing were worth a lot of money, so she was content.

"Okay, I'll take care of myself, I'll definitely take care of myself!"

Whatever you buy should be kept for yourself and your children, without letting down heaven and earth, whether it is jewelry, jade, or cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings.

If some of the items cannot be returned to their original owners, the valuable cultural relics will be picked out and donated to the country to contribute to the country's cultural heritage and to gild the family. As for the rest, she will accept them with a smile.

Watching Feng Qingxue stuff the box into her luggage, Ouyang Lan did not ask their names, because she had no intention of redeeming it. The other party was very kind, and she had to abide by the rules of the transaction.

When Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue were saying goodbye, he suddenly thought of Ouyang Lan's husband, and Feng Qingxue couldn't help but ask a question.

Ouyang Lan whispered, "Tang Song, his name is Tang Song, Tang Song of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties."

Tang Song? That wasn't someone she and her husband knew. Feng Qingxue felt a little regretful. While there was no one outside the door, she and Lu Jiang quickly picked up their luggage and left. However, they remembered the name Tang Song in their hearts.

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(End of this chapter)