“You’ve just arrived in the countryside, so you probably haven’t contacted your family yet. You could send them a telegram back home.”

"Then I'll go take a look, thank you."

Upon hearing Lu Youqian's reminder, Song Qinghe immediately expressed her gratitude, as she would have forgotten if he hadn't reminded her.

Zhou Jianshan is probably still waiting for my news. If I don't make a move, he'll start to get anxious.

Song Qinghe first walked towards the post office, and after entering, she sent a telegram directly to Zhou Jianshan.

She has money, so she doesn't need to save anything.

First, he recounted what he had seen and heard on the train, and then he recounted what he had seen and heard after coming to the countryside.

Of course, some things should be kept secret if possible, such as the rare earth elements on the train.

For example, there's the matter of Lu Zhaolin.

Finally, they didn't forget to ask about their grandparents and parents.

Have their destinations been decided yet?

It would be great if you came here.

They were finally reunited as a family.

Song Qinghe swallowed so much of the Song family's property, and she has always remembered that. If she has the chance, she will definitely repay them properly.

We will absolutely not let them suffer any injustice, nor will we let them die in such an unclear and unjust manner.

If they could come here, it would be nice for the whole family to be together.

After emphasizing this point, Song Qinghe concluded by saying that they would wait for Zhou Jianshan's reply.

Zhou Jianshan was indeed waiting; he was getting old and didn't have much to do.

Since Song Qinghe left, there's not a single person to talk to.

He wished he could go to the post office eight times a day, and stake out the post office every day to ask if they had any telegrams for him.

If there is no telegram, a letter will also work.

At the same time, they kept pulling strings and using their connections to try and get their older brother released.

Even if we can't redeem him, it would be good to try to pull some strings and make him suffer less.

The sooner we get out, the sooner we can reunite with Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe was unaware of what was happening in Shanghai; sending a telegram cost him a total of 5 yuan.

After paying, I walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative next door.

We have to buy something!

Otherwise, it would be difficult to take out all my treasures.

After Song Qinghe joined the supply and marketing cooperative, he did whatever he saw, like a sweeping operation.

The main focus is on comprehensiveness; shopping, buying, buying—everything must be taken care of, from clothing and food to housing and transportation.

Although they bought a lot, the supply and marketing cooperative in the town actually had very few items to choose from.

Fortunately, I had already bought some things at the department store before, so now I'm just looking for a suitable excuse to sell them off.

What I'm buying now are just some basic daily necessities, like rice, flour, grains, oil, and some mountain products like wood ear fungus and mushrooms. If I take them home to stew with chicken, it should be quite good.

Song Qinghe bought some eggs, and remembering the egg-themed meeting Lu Zhaolin had prepared that morning, she weighed some more.

At his rate, the eggs in his house will probably run out very soon.

It's better to prepare more, but unfortunately there are no chicks for sale here. If there were, Song Qinghe planned to buy some.

However, there's no rush.

We still need to consult Lu Zhaolin's opinion; after all, it's his house, not ours.

Song Qinghe still doesn't feel a sense of belonging to other people's homes.

Just then, a male voice came from behind—