Charming Educated Youth: I Brings Space to the 1970s

Song Yan never thought she would experience a day of transmigrating into a book. Well, if she transmigrated, she transmigrated! The 1970s weren't that scary.

However, she didn't expec...

Chapter 322 Before Going Home

Song Yan told Cao Zhang to leave the things there, saying her people would come and get them. Actually, she put them away herself.

Song Yan's heart was burning with desire; she was preoccupied with that painting. Among the people Song Yan knew, only Grandpa Miao had any understanding of painting.

Song Yan drew the picture using kraft paper and went to find Grandpa Miao.

Song Yan took out the painting right away. She said she saw it at a scrap metal yard, thought it was very good, and bought it for a few yuan.

Grandpa Miao examined the painting carefully several times with a magnifying glass. Then he looked up at Song Yan and said, "This painting might be genuine. If a forgery can reach this level, the painting skill alone is quite valuable."

Song Yan had actually guessed the outcome to be pretty much correct, but hearing it said in person still excited him. "Thank you, Grandpa Miao."

"You need to keep this safe. You know what the consequences will be if someone sees it," Grandpa Miao said sternly to Song Yan.

Song Yan nodded vigorously; she understood.

Grandpa Miao repeatedly reminded Song Yan, "It's not easy for this thing to have survived to this day, so you must preserve it well! If it's damaged or lost, the loss would be too great."

I need to keep it safe; what if it turns out to be worth a hundred million?

On the morning Song Yan was leaving, a phone call came to the machinery factory. It turned out that Officer Feng had asked someone at the factory to tell Song Yan that a car would pick her up in the afternoon and take her directly to the train station.

Song Yan is from a family that works at the machinery factory; if she wants to go to the train station, the factory can give her a ride! Wei Chunxi was the one who answered the phone, and he said it directly. Because that's exactly what he was thinking.

The person on the phone was very polite, explaining that it was inconvenient for Comrade Song Yan to take the bus with her military dog. Therefore, they suggested sending a car to take her to the station, which would save a lot of trouble.

Wei Chunxi sat there, thinking about it over and over again for a long time.

When He Changshun's wife caused trouble, his mother-in-law was there and told him everything. Putting today's events together with yesterday's... even if he was wrong, so what? He originally wanted to help Song Lao Er's family.

Wei Chunxi went to Song Yan's house specifically to convey the message.

Within a morning, everyone in the family compound knew about Song Yan adopting a military dog. The higher-ups were taking it very seriously, even providing transportation from above…

Song Yan told Song Ma about her plan to have Tang Baojuan deal with Old Mrs. Song.

Song Ma's eyes immediately reddened, and she couldn't speak for a long time...

The mother and daughter cared for each other, giving each other advice and reminders.

Song's mother held Song Yan's hand reluctantly, saying, "You have to live your own life now, take good care of yourself."

"Don't worry! I'm doing just fine."

"I don't know if you'll be able to get pregnant while I've been taking care of Aiguo for so long this time."

Song Yan: "..." Song Ma, you're overthinking it!

When Song Yan left, Song's mother clung to him, tears welling in her eyes. If Song Yan hadn't kept saying that crying was bad for pregnant women, Song's mother would have been weeping uncontrollably.

"Mom, I'll come back to see you when my younger brother or sister is born," Song Yan said, putting a watch on his mother's wrist.

"When did you buy it?" Song Ma asked in surprise.

I bought it at the Supply and Marketing Building the day before yesterday.

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving!" Song Yan said as he got into the police car.

Even after his daughter left, Mr. Song couldn't bear to part with her and clung to the police car, refusing to let go.

"Dad, Mom can't overwork herself, take her back home quickly. When I come back next time, I'll save up enough money and buy you another watch." Song Yan didn't dare buy two watches at once; it would be too conspicuous.

The police car started moving, and Song Yan could no longer see them. A sudden pang of sadness welled up inside her…

Song Jun, his girlfriend, Aunt Guan, and some neighbors all came to see Song Yan off.

Everyone looked at Song Lao Er and his wife with envy.

Look at that girl, how supportive she is of her parents! A watch costs over a hundred, and she just bought it for them without hesitation.

That's what everyone was thinking, and that's what they said.

Tang Baojuan thought silently, "You all don't know this. This young woman not only asked me to take care of her mother, but she even thought about how to help her during her postpartum period."

You can't compare people like that.

Today, Officer Feng and the driver were the same ones who picked Song Yan up from his home. Du Feng had a meeting today and couldn't come. He specifically asked Officer Feng to pass on a message thanking Song Yan for the prescription. His stomach had been feeling much better these past few days.

It was expected that Du Feng's stomach problems would improve.

Song Yan prescribed Du Feng a month's supply of stomach-soothing tea. It can help consolidate the treatment's effects.

Officer Feng was a kind person; Song Yan already knew from his conversation that he and the driver had a child who was seven or eight years old. When they got out of the car, Song Yan gave each of them a brown paper package containing homemade bayberry tea.

Nowadays, it's impossible to find bayberries in the north, so Song Yan gave the two of them bayberry tea, telling them to take it and make it for their children.

Officer Feng, no.

"These were all brought from the south. When the plums ripen there, they're just like the watermelons we have now, and they're very cheap."

I just wanted you to take it and let your kids try it out.

The stationmaster made very thoughtful arrangements.

Because it was the originating station, Song Yan boarded the train early. To her utter surprise, she was assigned a soft sleeper berth.

Currently, only high-ranking public officials can purchase soft sleeper and hard sleeper tickets. Public officials are usually reimbursed for travel expenses. Soft sleeper tickets are expensive, but if a hard seat ticket is purchased, any remaining money can be used as a subsidy. Therefore, most people traveling on business buy hard seats, and only occasionally buy sleeper berths. Soft sleeper carriages are often empty.

Song Yan received special treatment from the stationmaster; she had bought a hard seat ticket but was assigned to a soft sleeper carriage. Song Yan was extremely satisfied.

Officer Feng, who personally saw Song Yan off to the car, was also very satisfied.

While the stationmaster was instructing the train staff to take extra care of her, Song Yan took out a packet of plum tea from her bag. "I'm really grateful to the stationmaster for his help. Officer Feng, could you please give this packet of plum tea to him?"

Officer Feng hesitated for a moment.

"The military and police are closely connected. Although I'm just a soldier, I'm also a military dependent, so the principle is the same. But I'm not familiar with the station chief..."

Officer Feng smiled and took the brown paper package. Song Yan's implication was that they were family, so there was no need to be polite. It would be inconvenient to deliver things if he wasn't familiar with the station chief…

It was almost time for passengers to board. Officer Feng and his team waved goodbye to Song Yan.

After Officer Feng got into the police car, he opened the brown paper package, and the fruity aroma became even more intense. Inside were more small packets, and inside those were individual purplish-red seeds, along with some small, scattered flowers. Officer Feng returned to his office and made himself a cup. The brewed water was a perfect blend of sweet and sour, with a hint of floral fragrance—it was truly delicious. He ran to Du Feng's office, "Boss, do you still need to repay the stationmaster's favor? Actually, you don't need to worry about it at all. Comrade Song Yan's gift to him was really nice..."

After Du Feng found out what was going on, he insisted on taking half of the plum tea from Officer Feng's hand...