Song Yun wanted to say that she was not delicate at all.
Song Yun looked at Zhang Hongmei with a bright smile, but her eyes were red and her voice was slightly choked. "Aunt Zhang, I know you're doing this for me, and I also know this road is not a good one. But don't worry, Aunt Zhang, no matter how difficult the road is, as long as you are down-to-earth and willing to endure hardships, and take one step at a time, you will always be able to get through it." She glanced at Song Ziyi, whose eyes were also red, and continued, "I'm no longer related to Song Weiguo and Li Shulan, and I don't have a job. There's no other way out except to go to the countryside. Since I'm going to the countryside anyway, why shouldn't I go where my family is?"
Zhang Hongmei's heart was too soft. How could Song Weiguo and his wife be willing to give up such a young child? They would definitely regret it later.
"Hey, since you've made up your mind, then it's settled. To be honest, mobilizing educated youth to go to the countryside is difficult right now, especially here in Beijing. There are many families who meet the requirements, but once you approach them, they can produce all sorts of evidence to avoid going. Especially in the mountainous villages of Heilongjiang Province, no one is willing to go. They use all sorts of connections to get a place, resulting in a chronic shortage of educated youth. If you decide to go, it will definitely be done. You can leave in three days. We have a new batch of educated youth ready to go."
After Song Yun was sure that she could take her brother with her, the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
"Aunt Zhang, can I trouble you one more time?"
Zhang Hongmei nodded immediately: "You tell me, no matter what, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you."
Song Yun was deeply touched and decided to repay them in the future.
"My little brother is still injured. The doctor said he needs to rest for a while and take medicine regularly. I'm afraid it would be inconvenient for him to squeeze into a hard seat. Could you help me buy a sleeper ticket?"
Zhang Hongmei was the director of the neighborhood committee and her husband was a cadre of the municipal party committee, so buying two sleeper tickets was naturally not a big deal, and she agreed immediately.
At the agreed time to pick up the ticket, Song Yun happily left the money for the ticket, said hello to Yang Lifen who had just finished squatting in the pit, and left the machinery factory staff compound with Song Ziyi.
Three days passed in a flash. Song Yun got up before dawn and went to Yang Lifen's house to get the train ticket.
The mother and daughter got up early and not only prepared a hot breakfast for Song Yun, but also prepared a bag of boiled eggs for Song Yun and her brother, an aluminum lunch box full of braised cured fish, and a bag of Beijing's unique date paste cake. Each of them was a rare treat in this month, and Song Yun could not refuse, so she had to accept it.
Song Yun rejected Yang Lifen's suggestion to see her off to the station, and repeatedly promised to write to her when she arrived. Finally, carrying a bunch of things, she waved goodbye to Yang Lifen and her daughter with red eyes.
After Song Yun walked away, her back barely visible, Zhang Hongmei sighed deeply. "Now that she's gone, I don't know when we'll see each other again." Zhang Hongmei's words were euphemistic; what she meant was that perhaps they would never see each other again in this lifetime. Because of Song Yun, she had recently been looking through some of the records of people sent down to the Black Horse Mountain area and the educated youth who went to work in the countryside. Surprisingly, she discovered that none of those sent there survived a single day; all died, either from illness or freezing to death.
The educated youth who went there didn't do much better. Although they were not wiped out like those living in the cowshed, the casualty rate was still very high. This was also the biggest reason why no one was willing to go to Heima Mountain.
Those who finally went to Heima Mountain were ordinary people who had no family background and no connections. Some were unlucky people who were forced to go there or were forced to move to another place.
Zhang Hongmei regretted helping Song Yun sign up for the rural program, but the name had already been registered, and even though she was the neighborhood director, she couldn't change it.
Immersed in the sadness of parting with her friend, Yang Lifen reached into her pocket for a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but instead found a piece of paper. She took it out and looked at it. "Shugan Sanyu Decoction?"
Zhang Hongmei leaned over to take a look and saw that it was a prescription. In addition to a list of drug names, dosages, and decoction methods, there was also a description of the efficacy of the medicine. Her heart was pounding at the sight. She hurriedly snatched the prescription, quickly folded it and stuffed it into her pocket. She looked around vigilantly, and fortunately it was still early and no one was around. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't tell anyone else about this, remember."
Yang Lifen knew how powerful he was and nodded immediately, "Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."
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