After the kang bed is completely dried in the shade, it is covered with a kang mat, then a thin quilt is placed on it, followed by a sheet, and then a new quilt bought in Beijing. It is so comfortable that you don’t want to get up after lying down.

But thinking of her parents, Song Yun immediately got up, carried the cloth she had bought from the supply and marketing cooperative last time to the kang, used scissors to cut out the cloth for the quilt cover, cut two quilt covers at a time, turned on the kerosene lamp a little brighter, and sewed the quilt cover under the dim light.

Sewing a quilt cover is simple, but it requires a lot of thread, eyesight, and fingers. The light is too dim, and you can easily prick your fingers if you are not careful.

After sewing the quilt cover, she will take out the quilts that she brought from Song Wei's house from the storage compartment, remove the quilt covers on the quilts, put on the homespun quilt cover that she just sewn, and then sew up the openings with needle and thread. She will put it in the sun to dry tomorrow and then give it to her parents and the elders in the evening.

They used to use cotton quilts as mattresses, but now they use these two new quilts as covers, so they won't be cold at night if the weather gets colder.

She put most of the 20 kilograms of newly bought cotton into the system storage compartment, pretending that the two quilts were made of the newly bought cotton to avoid Qi Mo Nan's suspicion. That guy had sharp eyes, so she would take them out and make cotton clothes after he left.

This busy schedule lasted until midnight, and she still insisted on practicing before going to bed.

The next morning, Qi Mo'nan sent Song Yun and her brother to the brigade headquarters and returned home. There were many women in this place, so he didn't want to stay any longer to avoid causing any more trouble.

The brigade clinic was much busier today than yesterday. People came to line up early. When Song Yun arrived, some people were arguing about the queue situation. Song Yun didn't care. She couldn't do anything about it. Who could she help?

Everyone looked at Song Yun with smiles on their faces and greeted her warmly, even more affectionately than to their own family members.

"Good morning, Song Zhiqing! Have you eaten?"

"Song Zhiqing looks particularly energetic today. Did you sleep well last night?"

Song Yun responded with a smile, her attitude as kind as ever. She had neither the arrogance of a city dweller who looked down on others nor the contempt of an intellectual who looked down on others blindly.

The villagers who had seen how fiercely Song Yun dealt with Zhao Xiaomei yesterday were completely unable to connect the current Song Yun with the Song Yun of yesterday.

Song Yun opened the door and entered the clinic. Ziyi stood at the door and asked those in line to wait for a while until her sister was ready to call them in.

I have to say that although Ziyi is young, he does his assistant job very well. He is very serious and behaves like a little adult. He also has beautiful handwriting. Many people are jealous of him and think that it would be great if their own children could have such a promising future.

"Yes." Song Yun said.

Ziyi made way and said to the woman standing in the first seat: "You can come in."

The old lady came alone. She looked to be at least seventy years old. Her back was very hunched and she walked with her hands clasped behind her back, but she looked quite energetic.

After the old lady entered, Ziyi shouted to the people waiting in line outside, "Let the next one come in when I call. Don't rush in all at once. I can only see one patient at a time."

Everyone said they understood and promised to abide by the rules.

Ziyi returned to his sister and helped her write down something.