Han Yu's father also worked in textiles. People in textile factories were constantly being relocated; as the saying goes, you eat what you work for. Since Han Yu's family couldn't afford more cloth, she asked Song Yan if he wanted to buy more—four cents a foot, no coupons needed. This was Han Yu's father's name in Korean; she couldn't let him get a basket of potatoes for free. That huge rabbit must have been bought on the black market. Han Yu guessed Song Yan frequented the black market. Cloth could sell for seven cents a foot there, and it was always in short supply. Wouldn't it be good to get some cloth for Song Yan so she could earn some money?

Song Yan accepted it, and the cash was paid on the spot. Song Yan explained that she didn't have much money left, but her father's friend had left her some in case she didn't have enough.

Song Yan spent 80 yuan to buy another 200 feet of blue floral flags.

Finally, the stitches could be removed, and Song Yan thanked the doctors and nurses repeatedly. She borrowed Han Yu's bicycle for a ride, leaving a large basket of cantaloupes from her spatial storage for the doctors and nurses. Song Yan wasn't exaggerating; the melons in her spatial storage were incredibly fragrant and sweet. The hospital had a very good culture; they didn't allow patients to accept gifts. Song Yan repeatedly emphasized that the cantaloupes were grown on her own land, not bought with money. The aroma of the basket of cantaloupes wafted far and wide. Dr. Li considered it carefully, and since the patient hadn't paid for them, he decided to accept them. Actually, he couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma, and several nurses were also watching Dr. Li with longing eyes. The smell of the melons was just too tempting.

The nurses were grateful to Song Yan, so they took care of everything for her, including her luggage and discharge procedures, in a very efficient manner.

Song Yan also left Han Yu a basket of melons and a basket of potatoes. She said they were sent by someone from her family. Han Yu admired Song Yan for pushing those three heavy baskets all the way.

Children's friendships form the fastest and purest. Both children were reluctant to part with Wei Ping when he left. The doctors and nurses accompanied Wei Ping all the way downstairs.

There were buses from the county to the commune, and Song Yan had plenty of time to get to the bus station. She usually thought Wei Ping wasn't heavy, but now, carrying her all the way was becoming difficult. A kind man offered to help her carry the child for a while. This was unacceptable; Song Yan absolutely wouldn't let Wei Ping leave her side. The man noticed the wariness in Song Yan's eyes and changed his offer to help carry her things. That was fine. The man had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, and his attitude was open and honest. Song Yan, on the other hand, felt embarrassed and quickly thanked him. The man introduced himself as Fan, and coincidentally, he was also going back to the commune to catch the bus.

…When getting off the bus, Comrade Fan again offered to help with the things. Song Yan exclaimed, "People in this era are so kind!"

Upon exiting the bus station, the man's wife and daughter were there to meet him. They had helped him the whole way. Song Yan thanked them again. Comrade Fan smiled and said, "It was just a small favor. It's quite a distance to Qingshan Brigade, how are you going to get back?"

"I'll go to the entrance of the commune government building and see if any production brigade is on its way and has an oxcart that can give me a ride." That's what everyone did.

The man's wife seemed to know that her husband loved helping others, and stood by, simply smiling as she watched. The little girl stood obediently by, waiting for her father to finish speaking before running to him. Song Yan sighed, admiring what a happy family they were! He watched the family of three leave.

Before Song Yan had even left the spot, the little girl's loud cries rang out. She was holding her right hand with her left, crying and shouting in pain. Her parents anxiously asked what was wrong.

The little girl said, "It hurts so much."

Upon seeing the little girl's posture, Song Yan realized the child had a radial head subluxation. Song Yan quickly picked up Wei Ping and went over to ask, "What happened?"

The child's mother was extremely anxious. "She was grabbing our arms and pulling us around when she suddenly burst into tears!"

Comrade Fan was about to take his daughter to the hospital when Song Yan stopped him. "I can help you take a look." Song Yan first handed Wei Ping to the child's mother. She then took the girl's right hand. In the eyes of the child's parents, Song Yan simply pulled and twirled the girl, and in less than a minute, the girl stopped crying. Her right hand remained obediently outstretched, not daring to move. Song Yan reached into her pocket, actually taking out a few fruit candies from her spatial storage. "Little girl, pick one candy yourself." Song Yan handed the candy to the girl's right hand. The little girl naturally reached out her right hand to take the candy.

"It's alright now." With that, she stuffed the rest of the candy into the girl's pocket.

Things happened so fast. The child's mother wanted to stop Song Yan, saying she should find a doctor. But before she could even speak, the child was fine. Comrade Fan and his wife became even more enthusiastic, quickly introducing themselves: Comrade Fan was from the commune's public security bureau, and his wife, surnamed Bai, was a primary school teacher. Song Yan reiterated the precautions, emphasizing the importance of preventing the child from developing habitual dislocations. Comrade Fan and his wife insisted on taking Song Yan and the others to the commune government. Coincidentally, a horse-drawn carriage from Qingshan Brigade arrived that day, driven by Old Du.

Seeing Lao Du and Song Yan was a great pleasure. Lao Du was equally happy. Lao Han had been missing Song Yan terribly while he was away. Actually, the job of driving the cart wasn't Lao Du's; he had asked Lao Cao, the cart driver, to pretend to be sick so he could help. And the work points actually went to Lao Cao.

Captain Wu was a shrewd man; he believed in leaving room for maneuver in the future. Since Old Du was willing to work for free, he simply pretended not to see it.

Old Du: "Wei Aiguo has been keeping an eye on the carriage these past few days. He guessed you might be coming back soon, so he told the carriage to wait a few more hours at the commune, in case you didn't have a ride back. I understand, so I came with you these past few days."

"How many days? The caravan comes every day!" Song Yan asked.

Old Du: "These past few days, the brigade leader has been coming to the commune every day to keep an eye on things. I heard that the power bureau seems to be planning to install power lines for us."

"That's great! Now that the power lines are up, we'll have electric lights!" Song Yan was genuinely happy. But he hadn't forgotten his own business. "I bought some things in the county and asked someone to watch over them for me. I'll go get them now. Wei Ping, will you stay here with Grandpa Du and be a good boy/girl?"

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