Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 916 - 0916 Like-minded People 4

Chapter 916: Chapter 0916 Like-minded People 4

Lu Jiang was busy with work, and someone was looking after the child, so Feng Qingxue, concerned about the scrap she hadn’t yet sorted through at the scrap purchasing station, once again disguised herself in an unattractive manner and rode her bicycle leisurely into the scrapyard.

After turning in the gold bars, Uncle Li had established great merit, and when he saw Feng Qingxue, his attitude was especially enthusiastic, considering her to be a lucky star.

Last time it was twenty yuan, and just yesterday it turned out to be several gold bars, worth a total of eight hundred yuan.

"The textbooks I took back yesterday weren’t enough; the kids were fighting to scribble in them, so I came over today to pick out a few more," Feng Qingxue said to Uncle Li. She hadn’t driven the donkey cart over and couldn’t pick out particularly heavy scrap.

Uncle Li pointed to the pile of waste paper, which had grown even taller than yesterday, and said, "You go find them yourself, today they hauled over several loads."

There’s new stuff?

"Really? I’ll go have a look."

"Go ahead, go ahead, there’s some that have been copied from others, and some from schools, and maybe some from the cultural relics department. The group of students who brought things over were walking tall and proud, but they spoke unclearly, I didn’t ask in detail."

Feng Qingxue’s eyes lit up, she wrapped a square scarf around half her face like a mask and dived headfirst into the pile of waste paper.

Valuable ancient books and paintings are like a drop in the ocean compared to the waste paper pile; if they disappeared, no one would notice. That was the key to Feng Qingxue’s method of fishing in murky waters, and within half an hour, she had collected around seven or eight ancient books and four or five paintings.

Most of the newly added scrap paper consisted of textbooks or other books, with few items of value.

Therefore, Feng Qingxue moved to another area, which were the items from yesterday she hadn’t had the chance to sort through. Today she had to thoroughly search through them.

Each time she found something good, she would look around cautiously before tucking it into her space.

There it was, she flipped to a valuable painting and it was by her teacher Wen Ruyu, a Fine-brush Ladies’ Picture. Despite being covered in dust and showing some signs of damage, it left her in awe.

Just as she was preparing to roll it up and check if anyone around had noticed her, a large hand reached out from beside her.

Seeing the hand attempting to take the painting she was holding, Feng Qingxue swiftly dodged and stood up, looking towards the owner of the hand. Her combat skills, honed through both previous training and what Lu Jiang had taught her, were very agile.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Feng Qingxue said fiercely to the little old man opposite her.

The little old man was dressed in dirty, tattered clothing, his face full of wrinkles, short and thin in stature, but he seemed quite clean in spirit. His eyes were fixed on the painting in Feng Qingxue’s hand, "Young lady, could you let me have this painting?"

"Let you have it? Why should I?" Feng Qingxue tightened her grip on the rolled-up painting in her hand.

The little old man spoke earnestly, "This painting has a very high artistic value; it shouldn’t end up in a paper mill to be turned into pulp. It’s of no use to you young people and if found, it’s only going to cause trouble. Give it to me, I will buy it off Xiaoli."

Feng Qingxue was stunned—was this old man a kindred spirit?

Even if he was a kindred spirit, it would not do. This was Wen Ruyu’s work, which held an entirely different significance.

"Everything has its order; I saw it first, and I’m also willing to pay for it. You can’t argue with me!" Feng Qingxue stood her ground, "You might as well spend the time you’re arguing with me here looking through the pile of waste paper to see if there are any other paintings. This painting is very important to me; I was just about to sandwich it between textbooks and buy it. You’d better not make a fuss about it!"

Upon hearing this, the little old man couldn’t help but scrutinize Feng Qingxue for a moment before hesitating, "You..."