When Zhang Hongmei arrived at the post office, everyone else had gone to eat and rest.

Find Huang Ying and call her out of the post office. "Sister Huang Ying, I brought some cornmeal, do you need me to deliver it to someone?"

Huang Ying thought for a moment and said, "I'll go tell my boss. I'll take you to my uncle's house now. He should be having dinner at home at this time."

"Thank you for your help, Sister Huang Ying."

"I told you not to be so polite with me."

The two rode their bikes to Uncle Huang Ying's house and received a warm welcome. This should have worked.

Zhang Hongmei felt a sense of relief. Before leaving, Uncle Huang Ying asked Zhang Hongmei to write down the names of several people. Luckily, she had come prepared.

"So these are all from your village? Their test scores are all quite high, don't worry."

Zhang Hongmei was relieved; there shouldn't be any substitution. After all, she had already given a gift, and the best gift now was grain.

The two pushed the cart onto the street. "Sister Huang Ying, I'm going to school now, I'm leaving first!"

"Wait a minute, I'm off this Saturday. Come pick it up next Monday at noon."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Zhang Hongmei returned to school after the first class had ended, and sat down in her seat under the watchful eye of her Chinese teacher.

My Chinese teacher's eyes are so scary, I feel so much pressure!

I sat in my seat and gave the teacher a fawning smile, only to receive a glare from her.

After school, I received a letter from the gatekeeper; the handwriting was Zhang Shouyi's.

This guy is so busy, yet he still has time to write to himself? That's unbelievable.

I didn't have time to eat lunch, but I had a big meal in the space in the evening. The red wine steak felt like a buffet.

After taking a shower, I lay in bed and took out Zhang Shouyi's letter. It contained only a few words of greeting and a hundred jin of national grain coupons.

I left it aside without intending to reply, since it wasn't anything important anyway, and I hate writing letters.

Actually, Zhang Shouyi was wronged. He's so busy these days that he only sleeps three or four hours a day, and he was even writing this letter while eating. He's putting away his work and wants to go back to Liujiatun for the New Year.

September is almost here, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner. Tomorrow I'll go to the building and see if they have brown sugar, white sugar, or anything like that. I also need to check with the grain station to see if they have any flour.

I lost my appetite when I thought about making mooncakes with sorghum flour or sweet potato flour.

The next day, under the watchful eye of the homeroom teacher, he fled the school gate.

I bought three pounds of brown sugar and one pound of white sugar at the building. I also bought two pounds of candy to share with the kids when I get back.

When I got home that evening, I hadn't even had a chance to log into my space when I heard a knock on the door. It turned out that Zhang Shouyi had sent someone to deliver food.

This time it's white flour, so the mooncake crust is sorted out.

On Thursday at noon, Zhang Hongmei found Dashan and the other ten at the school gate.

"Brother Dashan, I've met with that leader and given him the list you left me last time. He agreed to help. Your grades are all pretty good, so there shouldn't be any problems. But special circumstances can still arise, so just relax and wait."

"That's great! These are our scores. It says to come over next Monday for the announcement, so we'll come on Sunday."

"Okay, I won't go back this week. I'll just wait for you at home. Also, you guys should hurry to the bus stop and wait for the bus."

The ten people excitedly said goodbye to Zhang Hongmei, who found their unsteady steps amusing.

However, this is still something to be excited about; it can be considered a leap over the dragon gate.

That evening, Zhang Hongmei returned home still feeling uneasy. After all, this wasn't just a matter for one or two people; it was the work of ten. She wondered if she should send some more supplies. In the end, she decided to go again, this time bringing cornmeal, and two extra bags, as she couldn't refuse Huang Ying's favor.

The next day, Zhang Hongmei asked her teacher for leave again and received permission to ride Song Zigan's bicycle to the post office to find Huang Ying.

"Sister Huang Ying, I'm still not at ease. I want to go again."

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Huang Ying asked for leave and pushed her bicycle out.

"Sister Huang Ying, there are two bags for you. Don't refuse, just take them home. I can go to your uncle's house myself."

"No need. Just to be on the safe side, let's send them all to my uncle. I'm just waiting for the meat later."

Zhang Hongmei felt quite embarrassed, thinking of preparing some meat for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but she didn't know how to butcher and skin a pig.

Some people in the village raise pigs, but they're so thin that even people can't get enough to eat. What can pigs eat? It's a miracle they're not killed and we can even get meat from them.

We still need wild boars; we have four in the ring. If one doesn't work, we can release one. The villagers can also have some meat soup.

“Hongmei, don’t worry. If there’s no meat, there’s no meat. Just think of me first when you have meat in the future, and I’ll pay for it.”

"Sister Huang Ying, I was thinking that there are only ten days left until the Mid-Autumn Festival. Maybe I should go back next week and go to the mountains to see the wild boar meat. Although wild boar meat is tougher than domestic meat, it is also very fragrant."

"Hongmei, you have this skill? That's great! It would be wonderful if we could eat meat on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Hehe, I'll try it when I get back. I can even bring you back some mooncakes, the ones we made ourselves."

"I've been waiting for you." The two arrived and carried in four bags of cornmeal, each bag weighing about fourteen or fifteen pounds.

Zhang Hongmei thought to herself that this bag of cornmeal and corn shavings weighed several dozen kilograms, so there shouldn't be any problem with these ten people working. The main reason was that these ten people had the best performance, so it shouldn't be considered a violation, right?

Zhang Hongmei gave the list of those who brought the results to the leader, and this time she received a positive response, so she left happily.

"Now you can rest assured. With so much grain from you, we'll definitely be able to arrange good jobs for them. Their achievements speak for themselves."

"I'm just trying to be on the safe side. Sister Huang Ying, I have to go to school now. I'll come see you again on Monday."

On Saturday morning, Zhang Hongmei steamed brown sugar buns made with a mixture of flour, water, and water. She then found Wang Hongxi, who wanted to leave, at the supply station.

"Uncle Village Chief, please eat first. I have something to tell you."

Wang Hongxi took the candy packet and ate it in big bites, asking indistinctly, "Have they found jobs?"

"Yes, I went again yesterday and got a positive answer this time, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"You've spent a lot of money again, haven't you?"

"They sent about 100 jin of cornmeal."

"Okay, I understand. We can deliver vegetables for another ten days. We'll have to keep the rest for ourselves."

"Uncle, before you go back the second time, go to my house and take the flour back. We'll make mooncakes again on the Mid-Autumn Festival, but we have to send some to the two families who helped us this time."

"Keep it for yourself. The noodles from last time haven't been touched yet. Save them to make mooncakes."

“This is noodles that Zhang Shouyi sent. I still have food at home. I’m afraid I won’t make enough to share, so I’ll take it back with me.”