No Going to the Countryside in the 70s: Holding an Iron Rice Bowl Without Panic

In 2025, Zhan Chunlan, a fresh college graduate, stays up all night reading a novel again. Suddenly, she transmigrates and arrives in 1970, possessing the body of high school student Zhan Chunlan.<...

Chapter 103 Completely Lost Face

In Mincheng, Wang Wenfeng also got to try the "Hai Xiaoman" crispy lava pineapple candy developed by Zhan Chunlan.

The whole candy looks like a mini pineapple, with green leaves along the edges of the wrapper, pineapple yellow in the center, and a touch of green in the middle.

Lay the candy wrapper flat, and you'll find a small, pale yellow dog lying on the ground, tilting its head and looking at you. Its fur is soft yellow, and its eyes are gentle and clear, warming your heart.

Each candy inside is crystal clear, filled with flowing yellow pineapple jam, and has diamond-shaped patterns on the surface, just like a short, plump crystal pineapple.

Wang Wenfeng put a candy in his mouth, took a gentle bite, and the outer shell cracked open with a "crack," releasing the pineapple filling that exploded on his tongue. The sourness came first, followed by a sweet taste.

The sweet and sour pineapple aroma fills your mouth, unlike the pure sweetness of traditional fruit hard candies. Instead, it has a complex flavor that is both sweet and sour.

Looking at the handful of fruit candies he had been given, he thought he could eat them slowly this time.

At this point, he was sitting in the car on the way back. It is said that these candies were crowdfunded by the local people and given to the team that came to help. Everyone was given a handful.

Two full months have passed since they arrived to provide support, and the medical team from Haicheng that went to Beijing for training has already begun selecting members.

All medical personnel who participate in the rescue will be commended and will receive bonus points in the selection process.

Wang Wenfeng was originally a young doctor at Haicheng First People's Hospital, with excellent skills and a humble personality. In addition, his mother was a leader in the Health Bureau. He was qualified for such a learning opportunity if he wanted to.

With this rescue mission, his spot is practically guaranteed.

Upon their return to the hospital, the group received a warm welcome, and higher-level leaders came to offer their condolences.

When reporters came to interview him, Wang Wenfeng, as the face of his unit, was once again brought out to speak.

Reporter: "Dr. Wang, I understand that your medical team rushed to the scene to participate in the rescue immediately after the accident. Could you please briefly describe the situation at the scene?"

Wang Wenfeng's expression immediately turned grave as he recalled the horrific scene he had witnessed upon arriving at the site. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"The situation at the scene... was much more severe than we had anticipated. The tunnel ceiling was pierced by a boulder, many carriages were severely deformed, and the injured were trapped in a cramped space. The most difficult part was that the accident site was in a mountainous area, and the rescue route was severely blocked. Our makeshift operating room was set up on the flat ground next to the tracks, and we performed dozens of emergency surgeries in the cold wind by the light of kerosene lamps."

Reporter: "What was the most unforgettable thing for you during this rescue operation?"

Wang Wenfeng paused, his voice becoming even lower:

"What I remember most is an old driver who was trapped in the carriage. While waiting for rescue, he repeatedly suggested that others be rescued first. He said that he was old and didn't have many years left to live. Even if something unfortunate happened to him, it wouldn't be a pity. But the young people had unlimited futures and couldn't be trapped here."

He kept comforting the other wounded, and even when we rescued him, he was still smiling and saying, "It's okay, I'm thick-skinned." But...

Wang Wenfeng's voice was choked with emotion, "Because he was under pressure for too long, he died not long after being rescued..."

The scene fell silent for a moment. The reporter nodded solemnly, his tone becoming much more serious: "What sustained you for two months in such an environment?"

Wang Wenfeng's gaze hardened: "It's every life's desire to live. There was a young technician who was rescued with his hands still clutching the blood-soaked technical drawings. He said these were documents he was bringing to the construction base and couldn't be lost. No one gave up, and it was this belief that made us feel that no matter how hard or tiring it was, it was all worth it."

When he got home, even his usually busy father was waiting for him. Seeing him smile, he went up and patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad. You're much more composed and mature now that you've been out here. Keep it up!"

Looking at her son, whose face was etched with exhaustion, Fang Li pulled on Wang's father's arm with some displeasure: "Old Wang, really, you're still spouting these bureaucratic jargon at home. Don't you see how tired our son is?"

After saying that, he asked Wang Wenfeng with concern, "Are you tired? Go back to your room and rest. The sheets and blankets have been changed. Just relax and rest. I'll call you after I've made dinner."

Wang Wenfeng was indeed exhausted. He had been working non-stop for two months. After returning home, he gave an interview at the hospital and attended a short meeting. When he got home, he was really exhausted: "Okay, I'll sleep for a while first. Dad, let's chat outside for a bit more tonight."

Wang Shuo nodded: "Go ahead, I'm resting these two days and staying at home."

At the dinner table, Wang Shuo looked at his son and thought, "He's truly my son; he's getting more and more outstanding, and handsome too." Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "What about your girlfriend? I heard she's very accomplished. Many people have told me she's developed a new type of candy?"

Wang Wenfeng paused in his eating, slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks, glanced at Fang Li, and said slowly, "She and I are not actually dating?"

Wang Shuo asked in confusion, "You're not dating? Then why did your mother go to have New Year's Eve dinner with you during the Spring Festival? And why did your brother wait downstairs for two hours?"

Wang Wenfeng lowered his head silently: "Mom didn't know at the time."

Wang Shuo's expression was serious, and he slammed his chopsticks down on the table: "What's going on? Explain yourself clearly!"

Wang Wenfeng: "At the time, I didn't want my boss to introduce me to someone, so I just said it offhand. I don't know many girls, and she was in Jiangcheng. In the past, as time went by, everyone forgot about her. Who knew she would be transferred to Haicheng?"

Hearing his words, Fang Li raised an eyebrow: This brat has learned to talk to people differently depending on who they are? Is he worried that Lao Wang will have a bad impression of Zhan Chunlan, so he's taking the blame on himself?

But he's still pretty handsome!

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo flew into a rage: "Nonsense! Your actions are utterly irresponsible and despicable! What are the girls supposed to do?"

He cursed, but Fang Li, who was usually more easily agitated than him, didn't react at all. He looked at her with some doubt: "You already knew?"

Fang Li shook her head: "It wasn't long, only about two months ago, on the day I set off for Mincheng, that I found out."

Seeing that his mother didn't refute him, Wang Wenfeng felt relieved. Zhan Chunlan figured she would be living in Haicheng from now on, and if her father didn't have a good impression of her, things would probably be difficult for her. But he was her son, so it didn't matter to her.

Wang Shuo was even angrier: "Then why didn't you tell me for so long? You two have been keeping this from me for so long. If I hadn't asked you today, what were you planning to tell me?"

Fang Li didn't care: "You've never even met that child, why would I tell you? It doesn't matter if you don't know!"

"What do you mean 'no impact'? When outsiders praised her in front of me, I humbly said, 'It's nothing, she's just a young person, quick-witted.' Now that I think about it, I want to slap myself! What's my relationship with her that I would say such a thing?"

"I've completely lost face!"