Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 932 - 0922: Making up One’s Mind 4

Chapter 932: Chapter 0922: Making up One’s Mind 4

The cowshed had limited space for accommodation, so the two teachers from the big brigade and a few scholars from Huaibei City shared one large common sleeping area, while Wenyue and Mrs. Xu had a room to themselves. The remaining space was for Lu Jiang’s father and the elderly from the Capital to share a room.

Therefore, when Feng Qingxue sought advice from Wen Ruyu, all the elders from the Capital were present, except for Wenyue. Naturally, Lu Jiang’s father was also there, and Lu Jiang himself had come over with his daughter in tow to accompany his wife, making for a full gathering.

Hearing Wen Ruyu’s words, Huang Qinghong, who had been silent until now, raised her head and said softly, "It burned for a very long time!"

What followed was a heavy sigh from the elderly, their eyes brimming with tears.

"Isn’t it the same with our family? The books and paintings I’ve collected were all piled up in the yard and burned to ashes!" Jin Ruochu also spoke up, "They even pressed my head to the ground and asked if I was willing to submit. What else could I say but ’submit’? Submit, submit, submit to those bastards! Just the paintings I had collected weighed over two hundred pounds. If they had been confiscated by them, regardless of whether they were misappropriated or ended up in the waste station, at least there might have been a glimmer of hope that they would be preserved in this world. But they were all burned, completely incinerated!"

Zhu Ling sighed, "Who’s to say otherwise? But what can we do? We’re lucky to still be alive."

He and his wife, both translators and writers, had their collections of famous books from both home and abroad burned as well. Moreover, they had been subjected to insults and beatings and had almost been beaten to death. Had it not been for their good relationship with Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruochu, and with Cui Shaoyuan’s help getting them to this place quickly, they would have succumbed to the torment and taken their own lives long ago.

Jin Ruochu stamped his foot, "I just don’t understand, what does revolution have to do with the academic world? It came so suddenly, so fiercely, with no mental preparation at all, and just like that, it’s over. If only they’d given me some time to hide the books and paintings first!"

Huang Qinghong’s tears turned to laughter, "If there had been time, you think you would be the only one? I would have done the same. Such a pity!"

"Oh, right, Mr. Huang..."

Huang Qinghong interrupted Feng Qingxue, "You’ve taken Old Wen as your teacher, just call me Uncle!"

Feng Qingxue immediately corrected herself, "Uncle Huang, do you know Mr. Huang Qingbai? I encountered him at the waste recycling station, but without your consent, I didn’t tell him you were here."

Huang Qinghong patted his forehead, "Oh, right, Little Pine works at the Huaibei City Cultural Relics Bureau."

After some thought, Huang Qinghong sighed, "If you get the chance, tell him not to worry about me. He should just mind his own business, be careful, and not let others find out. In these times, those devoted to cultural studies meet no good end."

Feng Qingxue felt a pang in her heart. After leaving the cowshed and going home, once her daughter had fallen asleep, she suddenly looked at Lu Jiang with bright eyes.

How could Lu Jiang not understand his wife’s thoughts? After pondering for a moment, he said, "During these few months of vacation, do whatever you want to do. The child has someone to look after her, but you’re not allowed to act alone!"

"Thank you, Ajiang, thank you for indulging me without a second word!"

"Silly girl, I am your husband, of course, I must fulfill any wish of yours. Besides, you’re doing all this not for your own selfish desires but for the elders in our family and to rescue our nation’s cultural heritage. In the end, it doesn’t belong just to us." Lu Jiang flicked her nose, "All I can do is be with you."

Through fire and water, I would never shirk.

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