59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chapter 740: Chicken Pecking at Rice

School teachers don’t have that much free time, and libraries have become big collectors of dust. In a dozen years, they will become fertile ground for mold!

Their management is so lax. Isn't it God asking them to sacrifice their moral integrity to protect the classics of Chinese civilization?

Chen Feng found a glorious reason in his mind and relieved the thief of his guilt.

"I'll go see if there are any good books here."

This warehouse is not a professional library that uses a large number of bookshelves for storage. Instead, it is more like a logistics warehouse, with two-meter-high, three-meter-long, and three-meter-wide steel frames combined into two floors.

A large number of books were piled up on the first layer and no one was paying attention to them.

The first layer is books, and the second layer is oil paintings, calligraphy and the like.

"Xie Gongzhan?"

“I haven’t heard of it, but this combination of Chinese and Western elements is pretty good. No one values ​​this groundbreaking oil painting. It’s just wasted here gathering dust!”

"Received!"

"Picture of a chicken pecking at rice. This color is nice. I'll take it!"

This is actually a picture of a peacock spreading its tail.

"This last meal is not bad, what a pity!"

Chen Feng looked at the screen of thirteen foreigners having dinner together and curled his lips. He was not interested in the evil cult that used the name of missionary work but was actually engaged in colonial plunder.

But I don’t know why this unfortunate painter painted Jesus dying a miserable death. It would have been nice to just paint Jesus’ mother!

Reroll the scroll and throw it back to its original place.

He was like a mouse that had found a piece of bread. He collected all the unique copies or those with good painting skills into his space.

If these things are left here for a long time without anyone taking care of them, they will be damaged sooner or later.

It was sealed here by him and it remained the same after decades.

During the Republic of China period, due to various reasons such as suppression by academic cliques and invasion of foreign culture, many painters were unable to make a name for themselves in their lifetime, and their masterpieces have become worthless works in the eyes of current experts.

It was not until later generations that their artistic value was discovered in China.

Now Chen Feng gets the bargain.

But unfortunately, compared to this huge warehouse, the valuable things he took away were just a drop in the bucket.

Time was short and the task was heavy, so Chen Feng quickened his pace, stopped flipping through the book, and focused on reading the calligraphy and paintings.

It was not until Su Mei called him that he pretended to go out with a dozen handwritten books from the Republic of China.

"Is that all you need?"

"Director Su, you are wrong, this belongs to the school!" Chen Feng looked at the warehouse manager, who continued to count the quantity calmly.

He doesn't care where the book goes after it's published!

Su Mei also realized that she had made a slip of the tongue, but she was wondering why Chen Feng didn't take more. It would not be so easy to find the small exquisite items later.

"This is the last batch. Let's see how much more is missing."

Chen Feng watched them go through the warehouse exit procedures with a smile on his face, and he was in a very good mood.

After more than half an hour, he had added more than 600 calligraphy and paintings with good artistic achievements.

Although the Republic of China was poor, it was precisely because of the national hatred and family feuds and poverty that these artists were able to create true masterpieces.

On the contrary, the painters who have lived at the top of society all their lives, have never experienced pain, are flashy and superficial, and their paintings lack the kind of emotion that moves people.

This is true for Van Gogh, Monet, Qi Baishi, Pu Hua, and Chang Yu.

Just like Li Bai, Du Fu and Su Shi, if they had successfully become officials and entered politics, Chinese poetry would have collapsed by three points!

When I got on the train, the carriage was already full of books.

"Director Su, you go to the passenger seat, I'll just take the bus."

Chen Feng smiled and resolved her embarrassment.

"Thank you, sorry to trouble you!" Su Mei apologized.

After separating from them, Chen Feng waited for ten minutes but didn't see any sign of the bus.

'Flop!'

He didn't expect there were so few buses here.

'Why didn't I think of preparing a bicycle in space!'

He planned to buy a second-hand bicycle and convert it into a spare bike as soon as he got back, but now he can only ride a ox cart!

"My friend, are you going to the city? Please give me a ride."

"Two cents!" The driver was not a helpful person. He was a real troublemaker. He asked for a price that was higher than that of an ordinary ox cart.

"Three cents!"

Boss Chen is not someone you can easily mess with. If the other party helps him for free, he might give them a few kilograms of rice or a pheasant.

But if he opens his mouth and bullies others with a few cents, then he will be shaken up!

"That's crazy! Taking the bus costs more than this!" Uncle Niuche was unwilling to miss the opportunity to earn extra money, so he gritted his teeth and lowered the price a little.

"Five cents, how's that?"

"Bargain, four cents!"

"No, the lowest is 1.3 cents."

"Kill again, five cents!"

The owner of the ox car thought Chen Feng was playing a trick on him, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he could only say depressedly: "One cent, the lowest price. If not, you can wait for the bus. In addition to the official bus, there are few buses coming to the warehouse area here."

"Six cents!" Chen Feng continued to bargain with a smile.

"You're ruthless! Deal!" The ox cart owner smiled and stretched out his hand to ask for money.

Chen Feng was stunned. Six cents was actually too much!

It seems that he is a little out of touch with the people, so just give him three cents.

"Give me three cents first, and then give me the remaining three cents when we get to Nanluoguxiang."

Now it's the car owner's turn to have a bitter face!

"Can I withdraw?"

"Of course not!" Chen Feng laughed and said, "A man in the city of Beijing should keep his word. If you think you are not a man, return the money to me."

"What bad luck! What a loss, what a loss!"

Chen Feng sat on the rear of the ox cart, laughing secretly at first, but after hearing dozens of times that he had suffered losses, he finally couldn't stand the nagging of the cart owner.

Even Tang Sanzang is not as good as him in chanting sutras!

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat. I'll give you four cents more later."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Uncle, you're going to the city so late. Did you transport goods to the countryside in the morning?" Chen Feng was just sitting there, so he just found something to talk about.

"Yes, the transport company gave me a bill to deliver two bags of new rice and three bags of vegetables to the warehouse management office here."

The car owner felt much better after earning ten cents, and was happy to have someone to talk to.

"The things in the warehouse area here are all delivered by our transportation company. It's also because it's not too far away and there are people from the warehouse management office to help watch over them. If it were in the countryside, I wouldn't dare to deliver them."

"If anyone sees me transporting food, I'm afraid I'll disappear halfway!"

Chen Feng smiled and nodded.

indeed!

Transporting food supplies out of the city is dangerous even with a large truck and two submachine guns.

"Uncle, have you ever encountered a robber?"

"I'm not stupid. I'll just stay in the city and not go out to deliver things."

Along the way, I listened to the car owner complaining that his whole family was unemployed and he had to drive the car by himself, delivering coal to others in the winter and vegetables to people in the summer.

After shaking for dozens of minutes, we finally arrived at the east gate of Nanluoguxiang.

"It's right here."