The next day, Song Yun got up early, sorted out the herbs she had dug up from Xiqin Mountain yesterday, put them in two large winnowing baskets and placed them in the yard to dry.

After drying the herbs and cooking the porridge in the clay pot, I steamed some buns and boiled two pheasant eggs, and breakfast was ready.

The old man came to eat breakfast on time. After he finished eating, he asked Song Yun, "Did you go to the elementary school to handle the paperwork yesterday and get Teacher Xu's approval?"

Song Yun, "I got it. Commander Xu had it delivered to me at the hospital a few days ago."

The old man snorted, "This old fellow has done something good for himself."

Song Yun had long discovered that the old man and Commander Xu had a special relationship, but she just didn't dare to ask. Now the old man called Commander Xu "old boy", which seemed impolite at first glance, but in fact every word revealed intimacy.

With Teacher Xu's approval, the transfer procedures went smoothly, and even the class was assigned to Sun Zhuzi and Sun Nizi.

The principal said that transfer students will be assigned to Class 2, Grade 1 when they first arrive, and will be divided into classes according to their scores after taking the entrance test.

Song Yun had no objection, this was fair.

Indeed, many children start school at age eight or nine, beginning in first grade. Ziyi started early and is not yet nine. Although he is in third grade, he has already taught himself all the fourth-grade material.

In one day, the transfer of schools and the settlement were all completed. She opened a household registration here, and when Ziyi comes here, the money can be directly registered in her account.

After completing these two important tasks, she went to the post office and called Qinghe Village. Captain Liu answered the phone.

Captain Liu was very happy to hear Song Yun's voice and asked her many questions, such as whether she was adapting to Sichuan Province, whether the people in the military region were nice to her, and whether anyone bullied her. He also told her that if she was not happy in Sichuan Province, she could return to Qinghe Village.

Song Yun agreed to all of them and felt very warm in her heart.

After hanging up the phone, she waited for twenty minutes and called again. This time it was Bai Qingxia who answered the phone.

"Xiao Yun, are you okay over there?"

Bai Qingxia's voice was a little breathless, probably because she had just arrived at the brigade headquarters.

"Everything is fine. I'll complete Ziyi's transfer procedures today. I'll go back to Qinghe Village to pick him up after I've arranged things here in a few days. Please help him pack his things."

Bai Qingxia agreed repeatedly, feeling happy and reluctant.

At this time, Song Hao answered the phone again and asked her some questions about her work.

The last person to answer the phone was Ziyi. He didn't say anything else but just said that he missed her very much.

A call lasted twelve minutes, which was twelve yuan, which was half a month's salary for an average person.

After returning to the family compound, I collected the herbs that were drying in the sun, took out a notebook and wrote down the types and quantities of herbs I had collected this time. This way, I could see them at a glance when I needed them, saving me the trouble of searching for them.

She even made an inventory sheet.

In the future, she will often control her time to go collecting herbs, and the stock of herbs will increase. The records in the form will be clearer and more accurate, including how much is stored and how much is dispensed.

Just as the list was finished, the old man came to her house to ask about dinner. Seeing the inventory list in her hand, his eyes lit up. "Is this what you were thinking? It looks a bit like a cashier's account book. It's really suitable. I'll make one when the time comes."

Song Yun thought of his numerous medicine cabinets and said, "I'll help you with it. It would take you forever to get all the herbs you have."

The old man was overjoyed. "Okay, let's do it next time we're on vacation."

After saying this, the old man asked her what she wanted to eat in the evening.

Song Yun thought about the ingredients at home and said, "Let's have stewed chicken. We'll eat one of the pheasants we got yesterday and make dried chicken with the other one."