As soon as the front foot sent something out, the wind and snow were light and the back foot received a letter and something from someone else. It was Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen, who sent a little bit of their hometown specialties and the capital's specialties, and the others were all books, most of which were famous classics, and a small part were enlightenment books, all of which were thread-bound books, with engraved copies and manuscripts, which had been around for a long time.

Although they are not unique, some of them can be called treasures, especially after the destruction of cultural classics.

The wind and snow are like treasures, and when his son is asleep, he put the books into the space, leaving only two or three enlightenment books such as the three-character scripture and the thousand-character text of the hundred family names.

Calculating the time, there is only less than a year left before the cultural catastrophe that lasted for ten years, Feng Qingxue specially reminded Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen to hide their belongings in the letter sent by Cui Shaoyuan, just in case of accidents.

Because, Feng Qingxue remembers very clearly, about the records of Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen, there is one item that all the valuable cultural wealth such as books, calligraphy and paintings collected by the two of them, in front of the eyes of the two, that is, in the courtyard of their house, all of them were burned, and no one fished in troubled waters, and there were a large number of unique authentic works.

The letter was written to Lin Yufen, both of whom are lesbians, and it is more convenient for the two to communicate, but it is not good to write to Lu Shaonong.

After thanking Cui Shaoyuan who sent the letter, Lin Yufen opened the letter, and after reading the letter, she showed it to Lu Shaonong.

"Old road, although it's not obvious, I can see the meaning of light snow, what do you think?" The wind and snow are written very obscurely, only asking about the dense wind and rain in summer, I don't know if the house is safe with books?

The next sentence is

"It is often said that the sixth day of the sixth month of June is the book festival, what if you encounter a storm while drying books?" Lin Yufen was so smart that she was keenly aware of the implication.

Lu Shaonong read it word by word, and muttered: "This Comrade Cui is a high-level cadre that we can't usually contact at all, and he sent a letter for Qingxue, which shows that Qingxue's connections should not be underestimated. Although we have only been in contact with the light snow lady for a few days, light snow is not the one to give advice for no reason. Therefore, I think that Qingxue may have heard some kind of wind, and told us in advance that the atmosphere in the capital is not quite right these days, but I can't say. ”

"You mean to listen to light snow?" Lin Yufen asked.

"Prevention is better than prevention!" Lu Shaonong is more decisive,

"It took us most of our lives to collect so many books, calligraphy and paintings, which one is not priceless? If there is a slight damage, I can feel distressed for a long time, if there is really a strong wind and rain, will I not give my life? Lin Yufen nodded,

"That's right, we are well-known collectors, usually there is a lot of talk and laughter at home, and there is no white ding, isn't it just to run to our books, calligraphy and paintings? It's not surprising to be targeted. The old couple thought that someone was eyeing their collection and wanted to take it for themselves by any means.

"But where can we hide?" Lin Yufen asked. Lu Shaonong scratched the top of his head,

"Our family's books, calligraphy and paintings are decorated in two or three rooms, and they must arouse suspicion when they are hidden, and there is no place to hide them. Otherwise, let's pick out particularly precious books, calligraphy and paintings and put them in boxes, and then bury them in the ground. ”

"You're not afraid of getting damp and being eaten by insects?" Lin Yufen glanced at him. The two of them can be meticulous in the maintenance of books, calligraphy and paintings, and the most feared thing about books and paintings is that they are damp and moth-eaten, buried in the ground and cannot see the sun, and will soon become a pile of waste paper.

"What then?"