Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Song Yun sneered in her heart. With such awareness, the educated youth went to the countryside to support national construction. What kind of construction is that?
Although she thought so in her heart, she did not show it on her face. She asked Liang Yuhang, "Comrade Liang, where should I live?"
Liang Yuhang didn't know what to do, so he heard Xu Fengying, who had come with Song Yun, say, "Isn't there an extra room over there? What is it used for? Can people live there?"
Liang Yuhang's eyes lit up, and he said quickly, "That's the storage room. It's quite spacious inside. It can actually be lived in after it's cleaned up." After saying that, he looked at Song Yun, "Look at you——"
To be honest, Song Yun didn't want to share a room with these people. If she had the chance to live alone, even if the conditions were worse, she would rather live alone. It would also be more convenient for her subsequent actions.
Song Yun carried the big bag and went to the utility room. "Let me take a look first."
The utility room is on the far right side of the house, connected to the main house. The door is lower than the main house and narrower. It is just a simple wooden door without any chain, only tied with a thin hemp rope.
There is also a utility room exactly like this one on the left.
Song Yun walked to the door of the utility room, untied the thin hemp rope and pulled open the wooden door. There were a lot of sundries piled up inside. Except for a few broken wooden boxes covered with dust, the rest of the sundries should be things that the female educated youth usually don't care about, and they are piled up in a mess.
Judging from the appearance, the utility room is at least more than ten square meters, which is actually quite large. It is enough for her to live alone and can also put a desk, chair and other things. There is a small window for ventilation, and the roof is intact, so there is no need to worry about leaks.
At this time, Liang Yuhang stood at the door of the utility room and asked Song Yun inside: "How is it? Do you think it's okay?" Liang Yuhang felt a little guilty. She thought that if Song Yun refused to live in the utility room, she would go and do some ideological work on those people. No matter what, she had to settle her down. Otherwise, if she went to the branch secretary or the educated youth office to make a fuss, they would ignore her and she might even be criticized.
Song Yun placed the bag on a pile of hay and turned to Liang Yuhang, saying, "I can stay here. Could you please tell the owners of these things to come and pick them up? I need to clean up the house."
Liang Yuhang was delighted and quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll go call them to get it." Then she went into the house first and took out some of her own things.
She didn't notice it at ordinary times, but when she cleaned up all the miscellaneous items, there were quite a lot of them, and it took both her hands to fill them up.
The others were not happy when they heard that they were asked to come and collect their belongings. The house they lived in was tidy because the belongings were placed in the utility room. They only kept necessities in their house, so it was clean, tidy and spacious. If they brought back a bunch of belongings now, wouldn't the house be a mess?
Liang Yuhang said, "You'd better hurry up and get it. Comrade Song has already cleaned up the room."
Everyone then reluctantly went to take it.
However, as soon as the things were brought back, the house became messy and crowded, and it looked terrible.
On the other side, Song Yun cleaned and scrubbed the utility room with swift hands and feet, clearing away all the messy garbage on the floor. The room looked spacious and bright, but empty. There was nothing in it except a few broken wooden boxes.
It's impossible to buy a bed. I'm not staying here long term, just temporarily, so I'll just have to make do with it.
Seeing that the broken wooden boxes were quite large, Song Yun went to borrow a hammer and nails from a male comrade, dismantled the wooden boxes, and then pieced them together with a thick large wooden board, which was estimated to be at least one and a half meters by two meters in size.
Then I went to the brigade cadres to ask for some haystacks, put the wooden boards on the haystacks, and covered them with thin quilts and straw mats, and the simple bed was ready.