Chapter 1835 Returning the Object to Its Original Place 3

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

"Don't worry, mom keeps her word. When the time comes, I will buy whatever you like as long as it is within my ability and bring it back to the capital." Feng Qingxue said, carrying her luggage and getting on the tractor. Wanglou Brigade was just going to purchase fertilizers to spread on the wheat fields during the winter off-season, so they took her along the way.

Now that dawn has arrived, the Lu family is prosperous, and Wang Zhengguo is over 70 years old and ready to retire. Most of the work of Wanglou Brigade is in charge of the eldest son Wang Dachun, and this time is no exception.

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

First, Wang Dachun has been the team leader for many years and has a deep understanding of all aspects of Wanglou Brigade. He is very talented. Second, as Feng Qingxue's cousin, the members of Wanglou Brigade certainly hope that Wang Dachun will be the next branch secretary. They can know in advance what policies are there from above, and they will definitely not miss any good things in Wanglou Brigade.

Except for a few people, the other elders and villagers are very smart. In the years since Feng Qingxue came into the family, how much benefit has everyone received from the Lu family? Who doesn't know it? Otherwise, they would not support the establishment of the review class.

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

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

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

With complete documents and a prepared letter of introduction, 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 for her next action.

After many years, the building has not changed much. At a glance, you can see the cultural relics department, which is particularly desolate.

The four-man group was crushed, and many citizens were excited. Some people even celebrated in the streets. Feng Qingxue watched and shook her head, saying that it was a good thing that the conspiracy was completely crushed, so she was not afraid of being investigated. While eating Shengjianbao, Feng Qingxue also heard other diners discussing their lives after the conspiracy was crushed. They were all happy.

Feng Qingxue ate a Shengjianbao and asked the old man at the same table with her about the situation of the cultural relics department.

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

"Old man, now that the country has crushed the conspiracy of some people, I heard that some people have been rehabilitated one after another. Do cultural figures who study cultural relics have a chance to return to Shanghai? I remember that many staff members of the Cultural Relics Department were transferred down. Now it seems that the Cultural Relics Department is not very popular. Some citizens do not go through the door. What's going on? Isn't this a state-owned unit?" The old man was shocked. "I don't know whether it will be rehabilitated. It depends on the country's intention. As for your latter question, I know the reason, but it's a long story." Feng Qingxue bought another bowl of chicken porridge and pushed it in front of him, saying with great interest: "Please tell me, I'm all ears." "Many years ago, a strange thing happened in the Cultural Relics Department, and it was this thing that caused everyone to be so secretive about this place." The old man drank a mouthful of chicken porridge, and then lowered his voice, "Do you believe in ghosts and gods in the world?" Feng Qingxue's heart moved, and smiled and said: "Is it related to ghosts and gods?" He did not answer the old man's question.