Time was very tight, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue set off after eating.

Lu's father didn't go to work under the pretext of falling his leg in the afternoon, and Feng Qingyun took care of his little grandson and little granddaughter at home, his old man knew how much his daughter-in-law valued and how careful her children were, and she would not be at ease without an adult in front of her.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue borrowed the mule cart of the brigade, and on the way, while there was no one, Feng Qingxue took out some coarse grain to feed it.

It's corn, ballast, carrots, black beans and the like, and when you're fed, you're running hard.

As soon as he entered the county seat, he saw a large group of students with red armbands coming towards him, Lu Jiang immediately reined in the mule, avoided the side, and the group of students escorted four people to whistle past him.

The four men were bloodied, with blue noses and swollen faces.

One of the middle-aged women had her hair shaved disheveled, the left side was bare, and the right side of her hair was cut in a messy way, deep and shallow, and her eyebrows were also half shaved and half left.

At a glance, seeing this situation, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue couldn't help frowning.

After they passed, the two husbands and wives looked at each other, sighed, and found the location of the grain management office, and wanted to ask Chen Ming if he was there, but the new director Wang Zhou told them that Chen Ming had been transferred to the city a year and a half ago.

"Since Brother Chen is not here, then please ask Director Wang to exchange some food for us." Lu Jiang handed over the food stamps and money.

Military food stamps, invincible.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue really saved a lot of food stamps, and now they only took out a part.

It is very easy to exchange fine food stamps for coarse grains, but it is difficult to do the opposite.

Wang Zhou was full of smiles, and hurriedly weighed 20 catties of white flour, 50 catties of cornmeal and 100 catties of dried sweet potatoes for them according to Lu Jiang's request, and put them into the cloth bag brought by Lu Jiang and the wind and snow.

"If the two comrades need it, they can come to me in the future."

Passing by the scrap yard, the wind and snow are ready to move.

Lu Jiang saw through it at a glance, "Okay, okay, let's go in and take a look." ”

There is a magical space with wind and snow, not to mention wind and snow, even he can't help but search for treasures in the scrapyard.

What a pity would it be if the calligraphy and paintings of the cultural relics that were copied and piled up in the scrap yard were sent to paper mills and steel mills?

Now that Feng Qingxue has worshipped Wen Ruyu as his teacher and is committed to calligraphy and painting, they should rescue the calligraphy and painting that are about to be burned, which will not only help their own learning, but also reduce cultural losses.

"Go in, go in! What about mule carts and stuff, though? Feng Qingxue pointed to the mule cart and the food on the cart, "The mule cart is the heart and soul of our brigade, and no one can afford to miss anything." ”

Lu Jiang smiled, "Please ask the comrades from the scrap collection station to help take a look, and besides, you have to believe in the style of leaving no stone unturned." ”

"Can you believe it?" The wind and snow don't believe it.

"Absolutely. More than one person's belongings have been left outside for a long time and no one has taken them, even if they are left behind on the way, when they go back to look for them, either the things are in the same place, or the person who picked them up has been waiting for the owner to return. ”

Feng Qingxue looked sideways and thought about it, as if the elders in the previous life had indeed mentioned this matter.

They say that even in years of famine, they never close their doors at night.

Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated, there are people who steal chickens and dogs in every era, but compared to the social situation a few decades later, the atmosphere of this era is really a thousand times better than ten thousand times.

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