Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The number of rooms available in the bullpen is limited. Two teachers from the brigade and several scholars from Huaihai City live in a Datongbu room. Wen Yue and Aunt Xu live in a separate room. The rest is shared by Father Lu and the old people from the capital. one.

Therefore, when Feng Qingxue asked Wen Ruyu for advice, all the elderly people from the capital were present except Wen Yue. Naturally, Lu's father was also there, and Lu Jiang came with his daughter and his wife in his arms, making it a gathering.

After hearing Wen Ruyu's words, Huang Qinghong, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and whispered: "It's been burning for a long time!"

What followed was a long sigh from the old man and tears streaming down his face.

"Isn't it the same in our family? My collection of books, calligraphy and paintings were all piled up in the yard and burned to ashes!" Jin Ruochu followed up, "They also pressed my head on the ground and asked me if I was convinced. Apart from persuasion, I could say What? Take it, take it, take it, they are bastards! The collection of paintings in my hand alone weighs more than 200 kilograms! If they confiscate it, it will line their own pockets, or it will end up in the scrapyard. At least there will be a glimmer of hope. , were left in the world, but they were all burned, burned, burned to nothing!”

Zhu Ling sighed: "Who says it's not the case? But what can we do? We're just lucky enough to save our lives."

He and his wife were engaged in translation and were also writers. Their collection of domestic and foreign masterpieces were also burned. Not only that, they were also insulted and beaten, and were almost beaten to death. If they hadn't had a better relationship with Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruochu and were quickly brought here by Cui Shaoyuan, they would have committed suicide long ago because they couldn't bear the torture.

Jin Ruochu stamped his feet, "I don't understand. What does the revolution have to do with our academic world? It came so suddenly, so quickly, without any psychological preparation, and it was over. Give me some time to hide the books, calligraphy and paintings!" "

Huang Qinghong burst into tears and laughed, "If you had time, do you think you would be like this? I would be like this too. What a pity!"

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Huang..."

Huang Qinghong interrupted Feng Qingxue, "You have accepted Lao Wen as your teacher, so call me uncle!"

Feng Qingxue immediately changed her mind, "Uncle Huang, do you know Mr. Huang Qingbai? I met him at the scrap collection station. I didn't ask for your permission. I didn't tell him you were here."

Huang Qinghong patted her forehead, "Oh, yes, Xiao Songshu works in the Huaihai Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau."

After thinking for a while, Huang Qinghong sighed: "Tell him if you have a chance. Let him not worry about me, do his own thing, be careful, and don't let others find out. These days, those who devote themselves to cultural research will not end well. ”

Feng Qingxue felt sad after hearing this. She left the cowshed and returned home. After her daughter fell 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: "You can do whatever you want during these few months of vacation. The child will be taken care of anyway, but you are not allowed to act alone!"

"Thank you, Ajiang, for your indulgence in me without a word!"

"Fool, I am your husband, and of course I will fulfill any wish you have. Moreover, you are not doing these things for your own selfish reasons, but for the elders in your family, and to save our country's cultural heritage. In the end, it still does not belong to us. "Yes." Lu Jiang flicked her nose, "All I can do is stay with you."

Go through fire and water, even to death.

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