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

Uncle Li seemed to have noticed their argument and hurried over.

"Girl, this is Comrade Huang Qingbai from the city’s Bureau of Cultural Relics, and he’s the deputy director, no less. He often comes over to rummage and pick through my things. He’s not a bad guy. In fact, he has bought quite a lot of waste paper to take away, calling it national cultural heritage. I reckon nearly all of his modest salary has been donated to the waste station. It’s been a while since your last visit, hasn’t it, Comrade Huang?"

The deputy director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics? Feng Qingxue looked at the little old man in surprise.

Huang Qingbai sighed with a tone of distress, "A whole batch of relics from the Bureau was handed over to the state for export to exchange for foreign currency. My heart ached so much I could hardly eat or sleep for days and nights. Where would I find the strength to come here? Finally, when my spirits picked up a bit, I came over to have a look, and wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I got here, this girl started fighting with me over the painting."

"Hey, old man, mind your words and respect the facts. I got the painting first, alright?" Feng Qingxue said discontentedly, and took the opportunity to explain to Uncle Li, "Our house is made of mud bricks; the walls are uneven and unsightly. So, I thought of using some old newspapers or paintings to paste on the wall to prevent dirt from falling into my child’s eyes and mouth while we sleep."

Huang Qingbai trembled with anger, pointing his finger at Feng Qingxue. His hand was covered in bulging veins, "Do you know who created this painting? Do you realize its immense artistic value? And you’re using it to paper walls, it’s enough to send me, an old man, to my grave!"

Feng Qingxue made a face at him, "You’re standing here with enough energy to argue with me."