Chapter 813: Receiving Letters and Collecting Books 2

The old couple stared at each other, and finally, it was Lu Shaonong who made the decision.

"Use the camphorwood boxes at home to store books and paintings, and wrap the books and paintings with moisture-proof oil paper and silk, and then put a sealed large box outside the camphorwood box, and add a layer of iron sheet between the large and small boxes, bury them separately, bury them deeper, and take them out to dry around the Book Drying Festival every year, and check if the books and paintings are damaged."

There is no other way.

Lin Yufen sighed, "I have to do it as you said. By the way, put those antiques that are dispensable in our family and the jewelry left to me by my mother-in-law in them. These things are not afraid of moisture and insects when buried underground."

Because he cherishes his collection of books and paintings, he dare not take risks.

Lu Shaonong hummed, "I remember there are some gold bars?" He saved them with great difficulty.

"Gold bars?" Lin Yufen was stunned for a moment. "Didn't we take them to the black market to exchange for food during the famine that year? One gold bar and two pounds of cornmeal almost made me die of heartache, but there was no other way. We had to survive."

"I remember there was still a little left."

After hearing what Lu Shaonong said, Lin Yufen smiled and said, "Did you forget? Your son took the rest."

Lu Shaonong scratched his head and remembered, "In that case, let's not talk about it."

The old couple did what they said. They closed the door and selected books and calligraphy and paintings that they thought had more cultural value. They stuffed five camphorwood boxes with them, carefully packed them, stuffed some camphor balls in the gaps, and then buried them in the ground of the main house and the side room.

This busyness lasted for more than ten days.

Before they had time to catch their breath, an old friend came to borrow books.

This old friend is the vice president of Capital University, named Zheng Peng. He has been a good friend of Lu Shaonong for many years. He was the one who hired Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen to teach at Capital University. The book he came to borrow happened to be buried underground by the couple.

"Old Zheng, you should have come a few days earlier!" Lu Shaonong complained, half-truthfully, "The book you want to borrow has been lent to someone else. I don't know when you can return it to me!"

"What? Lent to someone else?" Zheng Peng was surprised.

Lu Shaonong and Lin Yufen cherish their books and paintings very much. All borrowers can only copy and read them at their home. They are not allowed to take them out, for fear that they will be damaged and difficult to repair.

As a wife, Lin Yufen naturally supported her husband's words. She nodded and said, "Yes, I borrowed it."

"Who has such a big face?"

Lin Yufen thought about it, and somehow thought of Xi Bao, and smiled, "A very lovable child."

Zheng Peng asked helplessly, "There must be a copy, right? I remember that Lao Lu likes to copy books the most. I promised my students that I would explain the contents of this book tomorrow, and I can't break my promise."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you would borrow the copy for teaching? I thought you wanted to study the original, but you forgot the rules of our family." I really made up a lie for nothing.

After Lu Shaonong finished speaking, he turned around and went to the study to take out the copy and handed it to Zheng Peng, "Here, take it. I told you in advance that although this book is a copy, and I copied it myself, because the original was borrowed, it is very precious before the original is returned. Don't lose it!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know your bad temper!"