Lin Qingqing’s task for the pharmaceutical factory is to fill the warehouse with the new drugs produced this month.

If foreign customers place an order at this time, the goods can be shipped directly.

Medicine can be directly converted into foreign exchange.

"Okay, I'll arrange it tomorrow."

Lin Qingqing picked up the pharmaceutical factory's information and spoke as she read it.

It would be just right to choose two from those screened-out soldiers.

"Dean, you are so kind."

Xiaomei blinked and smiled.

When working, she has to call the dean, which is a private agreement between the two of them.

Lin Qingqing smiled and said, "Liu Fei has already gone to pick up my father and uncle. He will get off at around five o'clock and will be home at six o'clock."

Xiaomei's eyes lit up.

"Then I'll speed up and not work overtime today."

She hadn't seen her two younger brothers for more than half a year and missed them very much.

Lin Qingqing was sitting in Xiaomei's office, helping her choose a pharmaceutical factory.

With the help of Lin Qingqing, the problem that had been bothering Xiaomei was solved in two hours.

"First, invite the heads of these pharmaceutical companies to come over for a talk. If there are no problems, then authorize them."

"good."

Xiaomei put away the pharmaceutical factory's list, tidied up her desk, and left the pharmaceutical factory with Lin Qingqing.

It is now time to get off work, and the staff of the pharmaceutical factory are all walking in one direction with their lunch boxes, towards the cafeteria.

The rich aroma of food wafts from far away.

Lin Qingqing and Xiaomei waited at the Medical Research Institute for more than ten minutes. It was already half past six, but Liu Fei still hadn't come to pick them up.

She returned to her office and called home, only to find out that Liu Fei had not returned yet.

Maybe something happened on the road.

Lin Qingqing asked Jiang Haixia to go to the motor camp to drive a jeep over and go back to the village with Xiaomei.

At the gate of Lin’s house.

Lin's mother and Lin's aunt were both standing at the door waiting eagerly.

Seeing a military jeep driving straight towards them, the two men didn't recognize the license plate and thought it was Lin's father returning.

They all stepped forward to meet him.

Only then did I realize that it was Lin Qingqing in the car.

Seeing the anxious faces of Lin's mother and aunt, Lin Qingqing knew that Lin's father had not returned yet.

"Your father hasn't come back yet. Did he encounter something on the way?"

Lin's mother asked anxiously.

Lin Qingqing looked at her watch: "Maybe the train is late."

This is the most likely possibility.

Liu Fei was driving her private car, and no one would deliberately make things difficult for someone driving a military vehicle.

Lin Baojun also came out and said, "Mom, the train is not always on time. It might be late. You guys should go into the yard and wait. We don't know how long it will take."

Mother Lin and Aunt Lin walked into the courtyard, looking back every three steps.

Aunt Lin only felt better after she held Zhenzhen in her arms.

Mother Lin also picked up Dabao, otherwise she would be too anxious to spin around.

Lin Qingqing went back to the house, changed her clothes, washed her hands, and sat in the yard waiting with a child in her arms.

If Liu Fei doesn't come back in half an hour, she will send someone out to look for him.

Every second passed like a year, and less than half an hour later, there was a commotion at the door.

It seemed like there were a lot of people gathered at the door of Lin's house.

When Mother Lin heard the voices, she walked to the door holding her child. When she saw the scene outside, everyone was frozen.

Uncle Lin saw something was wrong and followed over, only to be stunned when he saw the door.

Lin Qingqing noticed something was wrong between the two of them and thought something was happening in the village, so she sat there without moving.

Suddenly I heard a familiar loud voice.

Her brow furrowed.

Why does this voice sound so much like that of Lin's mother's eldest sister, Aunt Qian?

Maybe it’s just the sound that’s similar, Lin Qingqing said in her heart.

But then a shrill voice shouted, "Third sister, I haven't seen you for a few days. You've become like a Kyoto person. I almost don't recognize you."

Lin Qingqing stood up holding the child. This was her aunt's voice.

She walked to the door and looked out, and saw a large group of people, carrying all kinds of luggage on their shoulders and in their hands, and some of them were carrying half-grown children on their waists, walking quickly towards the Lin residence.

The dust flew up half a meter high.

But none of this could stop the smiles on these people's faces.

Lin Qingqing frowned deeply.

This large group of people included the parents and brothers of Zhang Zhaodi, Zhang Guilian, and Liu Daxiu, as well as Aunt Lin’s family and Aunt Lin’s family.

Wow, thirty or forty people.