The samples for the knitting group were produced by Song Yan. Mao Xuebin estimated that Secretary Cheng would oust Li Yuanzhao and keep Song Yan in the knitting group.

Mao Xuebin was quite cunning. He wanted to lure Song Yan to their brigade. Transferring a young intellectual from one brigade to another wasn't difficult. He even promised that once Song Yan arrived in Tugang Village, he would receive no less than the salary from Qingshan Brigade.

Song Yan asked him, "Didn't I fall into the hands of your Tugang Village?" Song Yan's implied meaning was that I had fallen into the hands of Mao Xuebin.

Mao Xuebin's answer was quite straightforward: "No one in Tugang Village dares to mess with Wei Lao Er's people except me. And I certainly wouldn't dare to mess with you."

As Mao Xuebin helped Song Yan unload his things from the carriage, he said, "Song Yan, I, Mao Xuebin, am a man of my word."

Mao Xuebin is quite intelligent. Although he isn't exactly aboveboard in his actions, he still has a bottom line.

The educated youth had no sense of belonging to the production brigade; they simply went to whichever brigade treated them well.

Regardless of whether he would ever need Mao Xuebin's help in the future, Song Yan thanked him warmly for bringing him back.

…

The characters from the original work are really popping up one by one.

Cheng Yi's uncle, Cheng Qianjin, was indeed a scoundrel. In the original story, Cheng Yi's relentless pursuit of Xiaoxiao was related to Cheng Qianjin's backing. He had connections with the commune leaders. If Li Yuanzhao hadn't forcefully contacted the commune and county authorities, Cheng Yi would have succeeded.

When a man harasses a woman, it's considered indecent behavior. Cheng Yi insists that Xiaoxiao agreed to be in a relationship, and there are many people with the surname Cheng; they all say they've seen Xiaoxiao and Cheng Yi together. At worst, they just didn't end up together, it's not indecent behavior…

Unexpectedly, Song Yan's arrival changed Cheng Qianjin's fate, and he became the Party Secretary.

From Mao Xuebin's words, it was clear how much they valued the weaving group. Song Yan, on the other hand, didn't care about such a small thing at all. Those work points were even less important to Song Yan.

If Cheng Qianjin doesn't provoke me and Xiaoxiao, that's fine, but if he dares to come out and annoy people, wouldn't destroying the knitting group thwart Cheng Qianjin's plans?

Xiaoxiao had locked the door early. Hearing someone knocking, she wondered if it was Xiaoyan coming so late at night.

"Xiao Yan! We've been looking forward to your return these past two days!" Jiang Xiaoxiao excitedly hugged Song Yan...

"Auntie, Auntie, you've been back for so long, I thought you were going to get lost." Wei An hugged Song Yan's neck with a wronged expression.

"Auntie! What about me? You didn't hold me!" Wei Ping grabbed Song Yan's arm.

Aunt Wei: "It's good that you're back. You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Xiaoxiao, go heat up some food for you!" Now, her mother-in-law and Xiaoxiao are more relaxed and at ease, just like family.

It was so late, and Xiaoxiao was worried that Song Yan might have eaten too much and get indigestion. So she made her a bowl of dumpling soup with a poached egg. This was the last egg in the house. Strangely enough, ever since Song Yan left, the chickens hadn't laid any eggs.

It was past nine o'clock when Song Yan finished eating and cleaning up.

Xiaoxiao didn't want to spoil Song Yan's good mood, so she decided to talk about those unpleasant things tomorrow morning!

Aunt Wei had a lot to say to Song Yan. Since Song Yan left, their food supplies had dwindled. Unlike before, when there was always some left after they ran out. The chickens had stopped laying eggs. Aunt Wei wanted to tell Song Yan that the Fox Spirit was no longer helping them. But she had another thought. Wasn't the family's good fortune brought by Song Yan? With her gone, the good fortune was gone.

The two children clung to Song Yan, and her mother-in-law didn't have a chance to speak to her alone. Aunt Wei was hoping to go to the storeroom the next morning to see if the half-empty bags would be full.

Home is where the heart finds peace; it doesn't necessarily require blood ties. A small head nestled on one of his arms. Soon, Song Yan drifted off to sleep.

Xiaoxiao and Aunt Wei were both troubled by something on their minds and couldn't sleep soundly.