Chapter 0917 - Fellow Believers 5
Uncle Li seemed to have discovered the dispute between them and hurriedly ran over.
"Girl, he is Comrade Huang Qingbai of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau, or the deputy director, he often comes to me to rummage and pick up, not a bad person, but he bought a lot of waste paper to take away, saying that it is a national cultural heritage, and his old man's salary, I estimate that they have contributed to the scrap station. I haven't been here in a while, Comrade Huang. ”
The Deputy Director of the Cultural Heritage Bureau? Feng Qingxue looked at the little old man in surprise.
Huang Qingbai sighed and said: "A large number of cultural relics from the Cultural Relics Bureau have been handed over to the state for export for foreign exchange, I am so distressed that I haven't eaten for a few days and nights, and I haven't slept well, how can I have the strength to come here?" I finally recovered a little bit of energy, and came to take a look, but as soon as I arrived, this girl grabbed the painting with me. ”
"Hey, old man, you have to respect the facts when you speak, and I got the painting first, okay?" Feng Qingxue said unhappily, and explained to Uncle Li by the way: "Our house is an adobe house, and the walls are very ugly, so I want to find some old newspapers and old paintings to paste on the wall to prevent the soil from peeling off and falling into the eyes and mouths of children when sleeping." ”
Huang Qingbai trembled with anger, his index finger pointed in the direction of the wind and snow, and the back of his hand was covered with green tendons, "Do you know whose work this painting is?" Do you know how high the artistic value is? You actually used it to paste the wall, and you me off to death. ”
Feng Qingxue grimaced at him, "You are standing here, and you still have the strength to quarrel with me." ”
Uncle Li hurriedly smiled and said: "Comrade Huang, don't you look at anything else, there is a lot of waste paper there, there are a lot of books, calligraphy and paintings of old culture, which will be sent to the scrap station in the city or directly to the paper mill in a few days, you secretly choose a few to buy, I will not report it." This kid is a good person, and he finally wants to choose a painting to take home and paste the wall, so don't fight. ”
Huang Qingbai turned around and pointed at Uncle Li, "You, you, you can't carve rotten wood!" ”
"Yes, yes, I don't understand what artistic value you are talking about, but what artistic value is there now? Aren't they all old cultures and old ideas that should be broken? I'm glad you met me, and if I met someone else, I'd have to sue you. ”
Huang Qingbai snorted angrily and shook his sleeves, just like the previous wind and snow, and plunged into the waste paper pile.
Feng Qingxue stuck out her tongue at Uncle Li, "This old man ......"
"Okay, okay, don't bother any of you, if you choose a painting, it's in the textbook that you can take out, and I'll weigh you with one eye open and one eye closed." Although I don't understand why someone comes to the scrapyard every now and then to pick up these things sent after the house is raided, Uncle Li is not a fool, as long as he does not delay his work, they all pay, and he is silent.
Feng Qingxue never expected to hear Uncle Li's words, it was really unexpected, although it was impossible to sandwich the cultural relics calligraphy and painting department he picked up in the textbook and newspaper to take away, but it was indeed much more convenient than before.
She squatted here, Huang Qingbai was over there, the two ignored each other, and each buried his head in finding his own target.
Because Huang Qingbai was there, there was no way to hide the selected cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings in the space, and he couldn't help but be a little depressed, and suddenly remembered that Huang Qingbai had a capital accent, so he said casually: "Old man, your name is Huang Qingbai, does it have anything to do with Huang Qinghong?" ”
Huang Qingbai raised his head suddenly, "Do you know Huang Qinghong?" ”