Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 920 - 0920 Like-minded People 8

"Ajiang, guess what great thing I discovered today."

Lu Jiang, while pedaling the bicycle, said, "The waste station is full of assorted items, you must have found quite a few treasures this time. You’re asking me to guess, but I can’t figure it out. Did you find lots of valuable cultural relics and paintings again?"

"Yes, quite a lot indeed! Especially valuable, I reckon there were about twenty or thirty pieces. Just think about how many cultural relics and paintings in our county are about to face catastrophe; you can easily imagine how vast the destruction of cultural heritage is in the city and across the country!" Feng Qingxue sighed, "I don’t regret at all the little thievery I’ve done at the waste station. Today, I swiped several pieces of scrap metal and junk, avoiding that old man Huang Qingbai, but later, when selecting paintings, I couldn’t avoid him."

"Who is Huang Qingbai? Is he related to Mr. Huang Qinghong?" Lu Jiang inquired.

"I asked him the same thing when I heard his name, and it turns out they are cousins, and their relationship is quite good," said Feng Qingxue, still finding it somewhat unbelievable. "From what he said, Mr. Huang Qinghong is an expert in ancient culture for the cultural relics department in the Capital. It seems like he had a conflict with students who were destroying and burning relics in the name of protection, and as a result, he got labeled as a counter-revolutionary. And with the smashing of old culture and such reasons, he fell into misfortune and has disappeared. However, I didn’t tell him that Mr. Huang is in our production brigade."

Lu Jiang nodded, "To tell or not is for Mr. Huang Qinghong to decide."

"I think so too! It seems from Mr. Huang Qingbai’s words, that Mr. Huang Qinghong’s children have all disowned him, which is really pitiful," Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but sigh again, but then she perked up and said, "Today, I found a Fine-brush Ladies’ Picture by a teacher. Seeing the paintings we’ve saved, I only then realized how infantile my own skills are."

Lu Jiang smiled and said, "You are still young, just starting out. I believe you will definitely become a master in painting and calligraphy in the future! Wife, when the times are peaceful, and traditional culture can be made public, your works will hang in our home, and everyone who sees them will praise them!"

Who doesn’t like to hear compliments? Feng Qingxue was no exception, smiling with her eyes like crescent moons, radiantly happy.

"Remember, you said you would accompany me next time. Don’t forget." After encountering Huang Qingbai, Feng Qingxue was even more determined to use the opportunity to save the cultural heritage that was about to disappear into the annals of history, aspiring to have a clear conscience.

"Alright, alright, I won’t forget. We’ll go to the city tomorrow," he agreed.

"Really?" So agreeable? Feng Qingxue was somewhat incredulous.

Lu Jiang shifted the topic and added, "To visit Uncle Cheng, and if there’s time, to also see Brother Anbang."

After setting the plan, they learned from Lu’s father that Cheng’s father and mother had both passed away.

Remembering the fondness the two elders had for Xibao, Feng Qingxue felt deeply moved.

The greatest sorrow in life is the irreparable separation between heaven and earth, from then on, never again to meet.

Unexpectedly, before they set out, Chen Xueniang arrived as promised, and they had to cancel their plans for today and postpone them to tomorrow, to welcome Chen Xueniang and the little boy she brought with her, a tiger-headed lad who appeared to be only about three or four years old.

"This is my adopted son, Chen Chi," Chen Xueniang introduced.