Chapter 914: Fellow People 4

Lu Jiang was busy working, and the children were taken care of. Feng Qingxue was thinking about the scraps that the scrap collection station had not had time to pick, so she acted ugly again, rode her bicycle and strolled into the scrap station.

Uncle Li made great achievements after handing in the gold bars. When he saw Feng Qingxue, he was very enthusiastic and thought she was a lucky star.

Last time it was twenty yuan, yesterday it was just a few gold bars, worth eight hundred yuan in total.

"The few textbooks I brought back yesterday are not enough for the children to scribble on, so I came over today to pick out a few more." Feng Qingxue said to Uncle Li. She didn't drive a mule cart here, so she couldn't pick out the particularly heavy ones. Scrap.

Uncle Li pointed at the pile of waste paper, which was much taller than yesterday. "You can go find it yourself. Several carts were pulled over today."

Is there a new one?

"Really? I'll go take a look."

"Go, go, some are copied from other people, some are brought from the school, and some are from the cultural relics department. The group of students who brought the things all held their heads high, but their words were unclear, and I didn't either. Ask carefully."

Feng Qingxue's eyes were shining, and a square scarf was used as a mask around half of her face, and she dived into the pile of waste paper.

Valuable ancient books, calligraphy and paintings are actually a drop in the bucket compared to piles of waste paper. No one will notice when they disappear. This is the key to Feng Qingxue fishing in troubled waters. In half an hour, she was asked to collect seven or eight ancient books and four or five calligraphy and paintings.

Most of the newly added waste paper is textbooks or book collections, but not many of them are valuable.

So, Feng Qingxue turned to the other side, where there were things that she didn't have time to pick out yesterday, and she had to dig through them carefully today.

Every time she found something good, she would look around and then put it into the space.

No, she found another more valuable painting, and it was also the work of her teacher Wen Ruyu. It was a meticulous painting of a lady. Although it was covered with dust and had some signs of damage, it amazed her.

Just as he was about to roll up and see if anyone around him noticed him, a big hand stretched out from beside him.

Seeing the hand trying to take away the painting in her hand, Feng Qingxue quickly dodged it, stood up, and looked at the owner of the big hand. She often participated in training in the army, and with the skills she had practiced before and taught by Lu Jiang, It can be said to be very agile.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Qingxue 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, and his temperament looked very clean. His eyes were fixed on the painting in Feng Qingxue's hand, "Little sister, please give me this painting. "

"Give it to you? Why?" Feng Qingxue rolled up the painting and held it tightly in her hands.

The little old man said sternly: "This painting has extremely high artistic value and cannot be taken to a paper mill to be beaten into pulp. It is useless for you young people to hold it. If it is discovered, it will cause trouble. Give it to me. I will Ask Xiao Li to buy it."

Feng Qingxue was stunned. Is the old man in front of him a member of the same religion?

Not even for people of the same mind. This is Wen Ruyu's work, and its meaning is completely different.

"Everything is about first come, first served. I saw it first and I am willing to pay for it. You can't argue with me!" Feng Qingxue refused to give in. "You have time to argue with me here, so why not go dig through the waste paper?" See if there are any other paintings. This painting is very important to me. I am planning to put it in my textbook and buy it back. You are not allowed to tell anyone!"

After hearing this, the little old man couldn't help but look at Feng Qingxue for a moment, then hesitantly said: "You..."