Fang Yuan didn't have time to reason with her anymore, so he pressed her in his arms and kissed her fiercely for two minutes before hurrying out.

He's got to work hard! Strive to reach a level where she can let her family members join the army when she graduates!

Two minutes a day really can't satisfy him......

As for safety or something, he wasn't very worried, Feng Hua's kung fu was so good, there was space, and there was his upside-down hot weapon, as long as there was no accident, it would be fine.

The next day, Feng Hua set off with his bags on his back, but the first stop was still in the capital.

Old man Wu was overjoyed when he saw "Fang Yan" appear, this is the spokesperson of the cash cow, his family's life amulet.

However, Feng Hua's appearance at this time still surprised him.

Feng Hua would come over once a year in the spring, put down a batch of saplings, take back the traded items and leave. It's the first time I've come in autumn.

"Something?" After the greetings, Old Man Wu asked solemnly.

"Something." Feng Hua nodded, his expression was also very serious: "There is a big matter." ”

Old Man Wu's heart suddenly lifted.

"What happened to the cash cow?" Old man Wu blurted out. The Fang family can no longer supply cash cows, this is the biggest thing in his heart.

Feng Hua didn't answer his question, and she hadn't thought about whether to let these cash cows have an accident now. Anyway, after next year, she doesn't plan to supply cash cows, and it is estimated that no one cares about this.

"Something else." Feng Hua said: "You can prepare another copy of the calligraphy and paintings, antiques that my brother took away before." ”

Old man Wu didn't come up in one breath, and the lion finally opened his mouth? The things that Fang Hua pulled away before are old noses! Not only their family's treasures, but also several truckloads pulled by the government! It really adds up to a mountain of gold and silver, and if the Fang family asks for another copy, his family will have to go bankrupt, and all the underground secret rooms will have to be emptied.

"You're going to take another vacation." Feng Hua didn't say it clearly, so he frightened people and quickly explained.

"Fake ....." Old man Wu breathed a sigh of relief, not a lion's mouth.

"What do you want so much fake for?" After breathing a sigh of relief, Old Man Wu asked.

"It's not me who wants it, it's what you want." Feng Hua Road.

"Huh? I'm going to? What do I want it for? Old man Wu was even more confused.

"Stay alive." Feng Hua looked at him with an expressionless face.

Old man Wu saw seriousness and danger on her face, and this time her heart was really nervous.

"What happened? No, what's going to happen? ”

"You have seen the current situation, one movement after another, endlessly, the next movement, will be burned on antique paintings and calligraphy, it is really burned! Your family has collected so many paintings and calligraphy, how many people look at it, and when the time comes, let you burn it, and if you can't take it out, you will have to burn you. Feng Hua finished in one breath.

She can be regarded as a leak, but it is not out of line. Knowing the theme of the next movement is a very normal thing for her, who looks like she has hands and eyes to the sky.

Old man Wu believed it and gasped: "Antique calligraphy and painting, what a good thing, this is an artistic treasure, thousands of years of cultural inheritance, why burn it!" "It's just inexplicable, unreasonable!

"You'll know when the time comes." Feng Hua didn't explain it to him, because she also felt inexplicable and unreasonable! When the time comes, let the general trend of the world explain to him.

"Anyway, you're ready according to the previous amount." Feng Hua took out a piece of paper from the package she was carrying, on which she registered the number of antique paintings and calligraphy she had received from him.

As for the specific name or something, there are only the number of scrolls, the number of ancient books, the number of porcelain, and the number of other miscellaneous items.

"You're ready according to the quantity on this, the quality... Don't be a primary school student graffiti, even elementary school students can't fool it. Anyway, when the time comes, the fire will burn, and no one will look closely. Feng Hua said. Even if you look closely, it is estimated that they can't understand it!

Old man Wu was holding the paper, and his hands were trembling. What did he hear? He couldn't believe his ears!

"Believe me, if you can't burn something, they have to burn people." Feng Hua looked at Old Man Wu with a cold face, letting him know the seriousness of the matter: "As for how to burn it when the time comes, and when to burn it, you have to look at the situation and grasp it yourself." And you yourself, you should pay more attention, once the chaos starts, it is best to return to Wujiazhuang. ”

When the time comes, she's busy, and she's going to steal things everywhere... Ahem, save cultural treasures everywhere, it is estimated that there is no time to pay attention to the Wu family, so the Wu family can only ask for more blessings. And Wujiazhuang is their shelter.

"When?" Old man Wu asked blankly.

"It has to be ready by May next year." Feng Hua said: "And this matter is absolutely confidential, I am telling you for the sake of the long-term friendship between the two families, you have to keep it secret." ”

Old man Wu nodded, indicating that he understood, and Feng Hua left the Wu family without saying more.

When she left, Wu Guangming hurried over: "Grandpa, what's the matter with her?" She said where her brother was? He was still thinking about learning kung fu from Feng Hua.

This kid is so inauthentic! disappeared all of a sudden, and he didn't see anyone for a few years, did he treat him as a friend! And he couldn't stop with the axe.

"Go and call the rest of the family." Old man Wu said in a deep voice.

Wu Guangming looked at his face, didn't dare to ask a word and turned his head and went out, this is a big deal! He only remembered that his grandfather had this expression on his face once, and that was when he donated the family property......

The adult men of the Wu family all gathered together, and this time they did not let minors and women observe, the stakes were very high, Fang Yan said that if he wanted to keep it secret, he had to keep it secret.

Seeing that Old Man Wu listened to it and took it seriously, Feng Hua didn't pay attention anymore, really went to the train station, casually got on a train to the south, and went around. No, I went around taking pictures.

She is only one person, and she can't stop the raging fires that are burning all over the country at the same time, and she can't save the monuments that have been smashed and destroyed, let alone all, just one, even if it's right in front of her, she can't save it.

The only thing she can do is to take a "posthumous photo" of these monuments, so that future generations will know what they used to look like.

For example, Yao Shunyu's mausoleum, ancestral hall, overlord Yu Ji's temple, etc., etc., these are no longer lost, and future generations can only look at the ancient monuments that look like the open space, and it is a pity that they have disappeared, and she hopes to leave a thought for future generations with the camera in her hand.

It would be even better if you could scratch and pull the artworks scattered among the people..... For example, in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, where literati are the majority since ancient times, Fenghua stayed for the longest time.

She once read a report that in one area of Ningbo, in addition to the burned calligraphy and paintings, 80 tons were sent to the paper mill for reuse.

At that time, some people proposed to burn calligraphy and paintings to pollute the air, so it was better to send them to paper mills for reproduction for the benefit of mankind.... So some of the paintings and calligraphy were burned, and some of them were sent to the paper mills, and this was the case all over the country.

Feng Hua's heart is dripping blood for their master, ancient calligraphy and painting, all by the ton! 80 tons, how nice it is to her!

So Feng Hua changed his appearance and put on himself as a middle-aged woman in her 30s, with a dark and yellow face, freckles, and a pair of black-framed glasses, and began to sweep through the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions.

First went straight to the "rich area", and then swept it with mental power to see who had antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and she went to buy them. The price given is very generous, Qi Baishi Zhang Daqian on the market is only a few hundred yuan at most, no matter who she is, she will give hundreds, and if she sees a little famous, it is thousands, no matter how famous she is, Tang Bohu or something, it is two or three thousand!