Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Chapter 1835 Returning things to their original places 3

Before Feng Qingxue left, Lu Erxiong said worriedly: "You will definitely take us to play!"

"Don't worry, mom keeps her word. As long as whatever you like is within my ability, I will buy it for you and take it back to the capital." After Feng Qingxue finished speaking, she carried her luggage and got on the tractor. Wang Lou The brigade happened to be going to buy fertilizer so that it could be spread into the wheat fields during the winter slack, so they took her with them on the way.

Now that dawn has arrived, the Lu family is prosperous, and Wang Zhengguo has passed his seventies and is ready to retire. Most of the work in the Wanglou Brigade is taken care of by the eldest son Wang Dachun, and this time is no exception.

It is easy for people to criticize the inheritance from father to son, but this problem does not exist in Wanglou Brigade.

First, Wang Dachun has been the captain for many years and has a deep understanding of all aspects of the Wanglou Brigade. He is extremely talented. Secondly, as Feng Qingxue's cousin, the members of the Wanglou Brigade certainly hope that Wang Dachun will become the next Party Secretary. , they can know in advance what policies the superiors have, and any good things will definitely not be missed by the Wanglou Brigade.

Except for a few individuals, the rest of the villagers are very shrewd. In the years since Feng Qingxue came in, how much benefit have everyone had from the Lu family, who doesn't know it? Otherwise, we would not support the establishment of review classes.

Along the way, Wang Dachun and Feng Qingxue arrived at Huaihai City while chatting and laughing.

The tractor first stopped near the train station. After Feng Qingxue got off the tractor, Wang Dachun and another member went to the fertilizer plant.

Feng Qingxue bought a sleeper ticket. After the above-mentioned rectification of transportation, the speed of the train was also increased. She arrived in Shanghai at night and stayed in a guest house near the train station.

The documents were complete and the letter of introduction was prepared. Everything went smoothly.

Feng Qingxue took a short rest and went around the cultural relics department early the next morning to check the route, observe the guarding situation of the cultural relics department, and plan her next actions.

Over the years, not much has changed in terms of architecture. At a glance, you can see the extremely sparse cultural relics department.

After the four-man group was crushed, one could see the excitement flashing on the faces of many citizens, and some people were parading in the streets to celebrate. Feng Qingxue looked at it and shook her head with emotion. Fortunately, it was completely crushed. She was not afraid of being held accountable. She was eating raw pancakes. Bao Shifeng Qingxue also heard other diners discussing their lives after the conspiracy was shattered, and their words were full of joy.

Feng Qingxue ate a bowl of fried buns and asked the old man at the table with her about the situation in the cultural relics department.

Of course, she didn't ask directly to avoid others seeing the clues.

"Old man, now that the country has smashed the conspiracy of some people, I heard that some people have been rehabilitated one after another. Do cultural people engaged in cultural relics research also have the opportunity to return to Shanghai? I remember that many staff in the cultural relics department were decentralized. Now look This cultural relics department doesn’t seem to be very popular. Some citizens don’t go through the door. What’s going on? Isn’t this a national unit?”

The old man was shocked, "I don't know whether he will be rehabilitated or not. It depends on the country's wishes. As for your last question, I know the reason, but it's a long story."

Feng Qingxue bought another piece of chicken porridge and pushed it to him, and said enthusiastically: "Please tell me, I'm all ears."

"Many years ago, a strange thing happened in the cultural relics department, which caused everyone to keep this place secret." The old man took a sip of chicken porridge, then lowered his voice, "Do you believe there are ghosts and gods in the world?"

Feng Qingxue's heart moved, and she smiled and said, "Is it related to ghosts and gods?" She did not answer the old man's question.