Lu Jiang was busy working, the children were taken care of, and the wind and snow were worried about the waste products that the scrap collection station had not had time to pick, so he pretended to be ugly again, and rode a bicycle into the scrap station.

Uncle Li made a great contribution after handing in the gold bars, and when he saw the wind and snow, his attitude was very enthusiastic, thinking that she was a lucky star.

Last time it was twenty dollars, and yesterday it was a few gold bars, and the total value was eight hundred.

"The textbooks I brought back yesterday are not enough for the children to compete for scribbles, so I came over today to pick up a few more." Feng Qingxue said to Uncle Li that she didn't come with a mule cart, so she couldn't pick up particularly heavy scrap.

Uncle Li pointed to the pile of waste paper, which was much higher than yesterday, "You go find it yourself, and you have pulled several carts over today." ”

New one again?

"Really? I'll take a look. ”

"Go, go, some are copied from others, some are pulled from schools, and there are also cultural relics departments. The group of students who came to deliver the things all held their heads high, but their speech was indistinct, and I didn't ask carefully. ”

The wind and snow were shining, and the square scarf was used as a mask around half of his face, and he plunged into the waste paper pile.

Valuable ancient books and calligraphy and paintings are compared to the pile of waste paper, in fact, it is a drop in the face, and no one has found it when it disappears, this is the key to fishing in troubled waters with light snow and snow, and she was asked to collect seven or eight ancient books and four or five calligraphy and paintings in half an hour.

Most of the newly added waste paper is textbooks or books, but there is not much value.

So, the wind and snow turned to the other side, here are all things that I didn't have time to pick yesterday, and I have to pick them carefully today.

Every time she picks up something good, she looks around before putting it into the space.

No, she turned to a more valuable painting, and it was also the work of her teacher Wen Ruyu, a picture of a lady with fine brushwork, although it was covered with dust and some traces of damage, but it made her breathtaking.

Just as he was about to roll up to see if anyone around him noticed him, a big hand reached out next to him.

Seeing that this hand wanted to take away the painting in his hand, Feng Qingxue quickly dodged it, and stood up and looked at the owner of the big hand, who often participated in training in the army, plus what she had practiced before and taught by Lu Jiang, her skills could be said to be very agile.

"What do you want to do?" The wind and snow said fiercely to the little old man opposite.

The little old man's clothes were dirty and torn, his face was wrinkled, he was short and thin, his temperament looked clean, and his two eyes were staring at the painting in Feng Qingxue's hand, "Little sister, you can give me this painting." ”

"Let it be given to you? Why? The wind and snow rolled up the picture and squeezed it tightly in his hand.

The little old man said: "This painting has a very high artistic value, and it can't be pulled to the paper mill to be pulped." It's useless for you young people to take it, you have to cause trouble if you are discovered, give it to me, I'll find Xiao Li to buy it. ”

The wind and snow are light, and the old man in front of him is a fellow traveler?

Even if you are a fellow believer, this is Wen Ruyu's work, and the meaning is completely different.

"Whoever pays attention to the first come, first come, I saw it first, and I am willing to pay for it, you can't fight with me!" "You have time to argue with me here, why don't you go and rummage through the scrap paper and see if there are any other paintings." This painting is very important to me, and I'm about to buy it in my textbook, but don't say anything! ”

When the little old man heard this, he couldn't help but look at Feng Qingxue for a moment, and hesitated: "You ......"