"Xu Baoer, where do you want to go?" He Chongjiu asked Wanhuan in a car.

Jinhuan shook his head, "I don't know where the capital is fun, Brother Chongjiu, where do you want to go?"

In fact, it is indeed a bit of a square one. The capital is now shrouded in the revolutionary storm, and many attractions have been closed.

The still open cultural landscape is also submerged in the propaganda ocean of various proletarian history of suffering, and there is little interest in having fun.

"Don't you like old objects? Can we go to Liulichang?" He Chongjiu solicited the opinions of Jinhuan.

Jinhuan nodded immediately, "Okay!"

It would be even better if you can get lucky and get a liability or something.

He drove all the way to Liulichang. Before getting off the bus, Jinhuan took out He Xingzhi's letter from his bag and handed it to He Chongjiu.

"Give it! This is the letter written by Uncle He to you, Brother Chongjiu!"

He Chongjiu immediately opened the letter and went to school, but the letter was not long.

The general idea is to write that He Xingzhi was in Tianshui Village, and he was well cared for by Master Xu and Jinhuan, so that He Chongjiu didn’t have to worry about it and worked hard in the army.

He Xingzhi also mentioned his previous experience at the Yingxian Farm in the letter, but was afraid that someone deliberately wanted to punish the He family and told He Chongjiu to be more careful in everything.

After reading the letter, He Chongjiu felt very heavy.

When He Xingzhi was injured, he was obviously someone wanted to kill him, which means that He Xingzhi's fate should not be eliminated. When he met Zuye Xu and Jinhuan, he happened to see him, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

But the injury incident of He Xingzhi was just like the previous death of Grandpa He was stimulated.

The personnel related to the incident were quickly transferred after the incident, or simply disappeared into the sea, making it impossible to investigate.

In recent years, He Chongjiu has also captured some clues one after another, but when he arrived at a critical point, the clues quickly broke again.

"Brother Chongjiu? Are you okay?" Jinhuan asked in a low voice.

He Chongjiu shook his head and was about to open the car door, "It's okay, you can sit in the car and wait for a moment!"

He Chongjiu searched around the cab and finally picked out a box of matches from under the seat. He scratched the matches and burned the letter paper and envelopes.

Jinhuan knew that He Xingzhi must have been in the letter and wrote some inconvenient content to He Chongjiu, so she asked her to hand it over it herself.

The troops' letters have to be transferred so many times, and they may be inspected by the troops.

He Xingzhi and He Chongjiu are both cautious people. In their daily communication, they basically report safety and do not write about private matters.

The last little piece of paper on He Chongjiu and others' hands burned out, and they crushed all the burned ash with their feet.

After the paper ash and the dust on the ground were completely integrated, He Chongjiu went around to the other side and opened the car door for Jin Huan. His hand was still on the top of the door, protecting Jin Huan's head.

When Jinhuan got off the car, He Chongjiuxu was helped.

His gentlemanly behavior made everyone feel a little embarrassed.

He Chongjiu took Jin Huan and walked inside from the intersection.

After walking for a short while, I was disappointed after having fun.

The Liulichang is now a bleak and stern, and there is no rich and cultural archway in the Liulichang decades later.

There is a big speaker between the East and West Liulichang, especially the entrance of the East Liulichang is larger, as if it is a small square.

This factory entrance, which is similar to a small square, looks a bit desolate because it is rarely visited.

Most of the shops on both sides are closed, and these culture-related stores operate the "four olds", so it is normal to close them at this time.

Jinhuan followed He Chongjiu casually, and He Chongjiu, the person who was walking around, seemed more energetic than Jinhuan.

"Brother Chongjiu, these stores are closed. Are there any stores inside that open?" Jinhuan asked.

He Chongjiu nodded, "The cultural relics store is open. Let's go there to see what you like, maybe we can meet something you like!"

"Didn't it mean that things from cultural relics stores can only be sold to international friends for foreign currency and foreign exchange?" Jinhuan said in surprise.

He Chongjiu lowered his voice and said, "Theory is this, but I have an acquaintance in the cultural relics store, which is not a valuable gadget, which can be compatible!"

"Really? It would be great if I could buy it!" Jinhuan became interested in an instant.

When we arrived at the cultural relics store, just as He Chongjiu and Jinhuan walked in, we were stopped by the waiter who cleaned the door.

"Two comrades, are you foreigners purchasing from abroad or unit purchasing? If it is a private purchase, you are not allowed to enter!"

He Chongjiu took out the officer's certificate and handed it to the waiter, "Comrade, I made an appointment with Comrade Nie Zhengli!"

"Hello, Comrade He, Director Nie has gone to Qingyun Hall in front. Come in and wait for a while!" The waiter turned sideways and invited He Chongjiu to come in.

Jinhuan sighed in his heart that the waiter changed his face quickly!

I just said righteously and refused to let me enter the door, but now I am so respectful that I almost bowed ninety degrees and shouted for a welcome.

Jinhuan looked at the decorations and displays in the store, which were quite different from the places she imagined selling antiques.

The wall was simply painted with a white background, and there was no elegant Bogu Shelf Duobao Pavilion to display things.

The calligraphy and paintings were hanging in a mess on the wall, and the ones that could not be hung were wrapped in scrolls, and they were casually placed on the table in the corner.

The exquisite and fragile small-piece ornaments are placed inside the glass counter, and the glass is polished transparently. If there is a little light, the things inside will look better.

Some large ornaments and considerable porcelain were piled up on the corners, colorful and colorful.

In addition to the waiter who was wiping the door at the door, there were three waiters in the store.

The youngest young man was dusting the dust on the cultural relics with a feather duster. The woman in her thirties was wiping the glass cabinet, and an old man with white hair was planning abacus, and it seemed that he was settled.

The three of them were busy with their own affairs, and no one came to greet Jin Huan and He Chongjiu.

Jinhuan and He Chongjiu walked along the glass counter, and Jinhuan soon fell in love with a wolf-haired brush with a jade pen.

There are many in the space where the wolf's brush is full of joy, which Grandpa Yu left for her, and she has found it one after another over the past ten years.

But the most special thing about this in front of you is that the pen holder is a three-color jadeite with blessings, wealth, and the colors are not separated one by one, but blended vertically and vertically.

The color of the pen holder is quite oil painting, with thick ink and heavy colors not appearing messy, and looks harmonious and natural.

In addition, the top and the brush bucket are also hollowed out, and the patterns are very exquisite.

The tip of the brush is still as intact as new and has no trace of use, so it should have been kept in stock.

"Xu Baoer likes this brush?" He Chongjiu bent down and asked.

Jinhuan nodded and said, "Well, the pen holder of this pen is a three-color jadeite of Fu Lu Shou. It is already very special. The most rare three-color arrangement is the vertical texture!"

"I know a lot. I'll buy it for you later when someone comes back!" He Chongjiu said.

Jinhuan immediately refused and said, "No need for Brother Chongjiu, I brought a lot of money. You just need to help me convince your friend to sell me the pen!"

"Why are you still polite to me? These things are not worth the price now, and there are not many people who know the industry, so they can't spend a lot of money!" He Chongjiu touched Jinhuan's head.

Jin Huan said with a smile: "Since I can't spend a lot of money, I have to pay myself. I will keep Brother Chongjiu's money and we will have a big meal at noon and evening!"

"The little girl and I are so clear. After asking the selling price, let's decide who will pay?" He Chongjiu said with a smile.
Chapter completed!