The person who was initially dejected suddenly became excited again.

An'an was sleeping right next to her, but Song Qing still couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.

Lu Yang sat up wearing only a white vest. It was still a bit cold. He first went to heat up the kang (heated brick bed) in the north room. After a while, Song Qing sneaked over like a thief.

As soon as the door to the north room was closed, Lu Yang hugged the person and started gnawing on them like a puppy that hadn't eaten for days and had finally seen a bone.

Song Qing reached out and pinched his strong arm.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yang's voice was muffled.

"...What if An'an wakes up and doesn't see us?"

After saying "No," he grabbed her by the waist and carried her to the kang (a heated brick bed). He knew his daughter; when she fell asleep, she slept like a little pig until dawn.

"It's almost gone. Remember to pick it up at the hospital in a few days." Song Qing was a little embarrassed and turned her head away from him.

They've already agreed not to have any more children for the next few years. The factory is just starting out, and the next few years will be incredibly busy. One An'an is already enough to keep them running around.

Lu Yang agreed; his wife was shy, so he was the one who went to the hospital to collect these things.

People shouldn't be too hungry. Once you've been hungry, you'll be less satisfied with food. Song Qing was kept up by him for most of the night, and when she woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

"Mom, you're up?"

An'an was a little confused when she woke up. She used to sleep between her parents, but when she woke up in the morning she was next to them.

"Mom, let's go to Auntie's house."

After finishing their meal, the mother and son rode their bicycles to Yanghe Village. The villagers were still in the fields. Song Qing parked her bicycle at Aunt Tian's house. Liu Jiandong was also on holiday at home today.

"uncle!"

An'an cried out and rushed to Liu Jiandong's side; they had long since established a strong revolutionary friendship.

"Look what this is?"

"Little gosling!"

Liu Jiandong quietly placed a small yellow gosling in front of An'an. It was hatched by the family's goose not long ago. Not long after he put it down, the aggressive goose came out from behind and pecked at Liu Jiandong's ankle.

"Hiss!" Liu Jiandong quickly jumped back, and An'an also covered her mouth and retreated. They didn't dare to provoke the goose, so they could only timidly squat down to the side.

The goose was strolling around the yard with a few goslings. An'an and Liu Jiandong followed behind it like thieves. Sometimes the goose would get angry and turn around to chase them, making the two of them run all over the yard.

"Cousin, I'll take you to catch fish when the river opens."

After playing for a while, Liu Jiandong remembered his mother's instructions to take Song Qing to the mountain to pick wild vegetables, but he thought it would be more interesting to catch river fish.

"Catching fish?" The ice in the river hasn't completely melted yet.

"We use hammers to stun the fish and pick them up directly. These fish have been starving in the river all winter, their bellies are clean, so we don't need to do anything. We just fry them in the pot, and they smell delicious!"

There is a stream in the village that flows down from the mountain. The ice in the middle of the river has melted a bit, and there is still some ice left around it.

Liu Jiandong took a hammer from home and went out with them. On the way, they happened to run into the people in the fields.

"Jiandong, take your cousin to the mountain to pick some wild thorn shoots. They're so fresh and tender right now."

Aunt Tian saw their figures in the distance and called out. The educated youth were also nearby. Lu Ronghui looked up and only saw her sister-in-law and An'an. Bai Rongjun, who had been working for a while and was resting on the side, looked at Song Qing's back with envy.

Song Qing is so lucky. She doesn't have to go to the countryside or farm. Originally, I didn't have to either.

Bai Rongjun stretched out her hands, looking at the scratches on them and her skin, which was still red from the sun no matter how much she wrapped it up. Then she looked at Lu Ronghui, who was busy with her head down not far away. All of this was because of her.

Otherwise, I could have stayed in the city as a worker. Why would I need to come to a place like this, where there's endless work and so many people to deal with?

It's all because of Lu Ronghui.

The busyness of these past few days and the seemingly endless future made her unable to control the hatred in her heart anymore, all because of her.

Why did she tell Lu Yang's brother why he was preventing her from taking Aunt He's job? Aunt He had already agreed to it.

Even because of Lu Ronghui, the Lu family severed ties with her, and Aunt He never visited her again. They severed nearly twenty years of relationship just like that, even though she had always considered the Lu family her own.

And then there's Lu Yang, who hasn't come to see his sister at all these days. They've lived under the same roof for so long, and Bai Rongjun couldn't control her hatred the more she thought about it. Why was the Lu family so heartless?

"Comrade Bai Rongjun, you've been resting on the sidelines for so long without helping your partner. If this continues, the two of you will definitely not have enough work points."

The team leader also came over. He frowned as he looked at Zhou Han in the field. This young man was alright and could endure hardship, but even if he got full work points by himself, the two of them would only average out to five work points. The team would definitely have to provide subsidies next year.

The team isn't exactly wealthy, so how could they possibly have any surplus grain to subsidize them?

"Comrade Bai Rongjun, although your partner is willing to share the work with you, you still need to do four work points every day. If you can't finish them, I will call someone to help you."

The captain's face was ashen. He said there should be at least six, so that on average there would only be eight, which would barely be enough.

However, when he looked at Bai Rongjun's slender arms and legs, and then at her dress, a lump formed in his throat.

This doesn't look like they're here to work; they're clearly here to enjoy themselves in the countryside.

The team leader's statement that he would send someone to supervise her was definitely not what he meant literally. Since she was unwilling to do it, he would send someone to oversee it, and she would not be allowed to leave work until it was finished.

Many of the educated youth disliked Bai Rongjun. Everyone would walk through the fields before coming over to see who had been there for several years and whose skin was rough from the sun. Why was she so lucky that she even had to dress up before coming to the fields?

Everyone laughed gleefully when they heard her being scolded. Bai Rongjun was isolated and helpless. Zhou Han was too busy in the field to notice what was happening. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and agree to the team leader's daily tasks.

Liu Jiandong took the iron hammer and smashed it into the river, and it actually stunned the fish. An'an wished she could go down with him. If Song Qing hadn't been keeping a straight face, she would have jumped in long ago.

The fish were as thick as a finger, and they only managed to collect one plateful after picking them for a long time.

"How about we go pick some thorny shoots instead?"

Liu Jiandong scratched his head; after catching fish for so long, he finally had enough for one meal.

The prickly ash shoots grow on the mountain and have sharp thorns, so you have to wear gloves to pick them. They picked them for a long time and only filled half a basket.

"There's lichen here in Jiandong!"

There were so many wild vegetables on the mountain that they went up the mountain again after lunch. There were many children from the village on the mountain, and An'an followed them all day without getting tired.

"Mom will come again tomorrow."

Song Qing rode his bicycle to take Lu Ronghui back for dinner, telling her to go to work in the village the next morning.

"Rong Hui, why don't you come stay with us? We have room."

Song Qing had been to the educated youth settlement a few times. There were too many people and it felt cramped. Before Lu Ronghui could speak, Song Qing shushed her.

"Isn't that Zhou Han? Where is he going?"