Chapter 955 Capital Chronicle 5
This pig brain!
Feng Qingxue knocked her head. It seems that she has to go to Shanghai to ask He Hongjun about Ouyang Mo. No matter what, she can only explain to Wen Ruyu if she knows whether Ouyang Mo is alive or dead.
When she arrived at Ouyang Lan's house, there was a small courtyard with three main rooms. It was shabby and there were traces of smashing everywhere. The ground was bumpy and it seemed that someone had dug three feet into the ground.
"The courtyard was allocated by the state at the beginning. We pay rent every month. It is not private." Ouyang Lan sighed as she explained, "If it was privately owned, it would have been confiscated by the state in this turmoil. I heard that this time, a movement confiscated many people's private houses. Those who rented their houses to others at the beginning were unlucky!"
It seems that there is no one else in Ouyang Lan's house. She closed the door, dug out the holes in the three corners of the wall, and hugged 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, it was full of scrolls of calligraphy and paintings.
Feng Qingxue counted carefully, there were 38 scrolls in three boxes, of different lengths.
Ouyang Lan picked up a scroll and opened it, it turned out to be Xu Beihong's horse painting!
"Take it, one hundred yuan plus thirty kilograms of grain, take it all!" Ouyang Lan closed the scroll and put it in the box, and pushed it to Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue together with the other two small wooden boxes, "It will be a disaster if it stays in our family, take it, take it!"
Feng Qingxue was not polite, took out several bags of grain from the luggage bag, and asked Lu Jiang to take out two hundred yuan.
"Auntie, this is two hundred yuan and fifty kilograms of rice and flour, you take it first, if we meet again in ten years, if you regret it, you can use two hundred yuan and fifty kilograms of grain to redeem the things!" The more experience Feng Qingxue had, the less selfish she was, and she was not so obsessed with the calligraphy and antiques worth billions in the future. Her only thought was to preserve the cultural heritage.
What she bought was left to herself and her children, and she was worthy of heaven and earth, whether it was jewelry, jade, cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings.
The things she got without stealing or robbing were also very valuable, and she was content.
If some of the things could not be returned to the original owner, the valuable cultural relics would be picked out and donated to the country, contributing to the national cultural heritage and gilding her family. She would accept the rest without hesitation.
Tears welled up in Ouyang Lan's eyes when she heard Feng Qingxue's words.
She understood what Feng Qingxue meant, and couldn't help but murmured: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, comrade, you are such a good person. As for whether to redeem it or not, it depends on whether I can live for ten years."
"So, you have to take good care of yourself, for the things you stored with me, you must take care of yourself."
"Okay, I will take care of myself, I will definitely take care of myself!"
Watching Feng Qingxue stuff the box into the luggage bag, 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 said goodbye, they suddenly thought of Ouyang Lan's husband, and Feng Qingxue couldn't help asking.
Ouyang Lan whispered: "Tang Song, his name is Tang Song, Tang Song of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song."
Tang Song? That's not the person she and her husband knew. Feng Qingxue felt a little regretful. While there was no one outside the door, she and Lu Jiang quickly carried their luggage and left here, but they remembered the name Tang Song in their hearts.