"Since you became the brigade leader, everything has been done, from small things like someone losing a chicken to big things like someone's elderly person passing away, and even the fields failing to yield a harvest due to natural disasters."
If the person who lost their chickens can't be found and comes to you causing trouble, your final solution is to compensate them with our chickens.
When an elderly person passes away, their children and grandchildren don't care. Before they died, you used your own salary to buy them rice and grain; after they pass away, you're the one who has to take care of their funeral arrangements.
And then there are the countless natural disasters, big and small, when nature simply doesn't favor us. Every single time, didn't you use your own salary to subsidize the village?
"If I don't keep this money safe, you two won't even have enough to eat, let alone afford to marry such a wonderful daughter-in-law!"
Feng Dabing completely shut up.
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The sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
The group finally boarded the train to Beijing.
The clattering green train moved very slowly, and it took three days and two nights to get to Beijing.
Fortunately, because of the black market, Yan Xiao knew many regular customers, which is how he managed to buy four sleeper train tickets through connections.
Feng Tiezhu and Tang Lingling brought a lot of things, and they were worried that there wouldn't be anywhere to put their things on their seats.
As a result, Yan Xiao solved the problem directly.
Before leaving, Wen Qinghe put everything into her spatial storage, carrying only a small bag on her body, while Yan Xiao carried a willow wood box.
Put some snacks, biscuits, a change of clothes, and toiletries inside.
Feng Tiezhu envied their ease of travel, but he also knew that Wen Qinghe's home was in Beijing.
Others have a place to settle down when they go there, unlike him and Lingling, who have to bring everything from home when they go out.
The time spent on the train was long.
But the four young people were full of hope for the future, and they accompanied each other, chatting and laughing, so it wasn't too difficult.
By the time the green train finally arrived at its last stop—Beijing—it was already the tenth day of the first lunar month.
Winter is not over yet, and the beginning of spring is still nowhere in sight.
The wind in Beijing is still biting and cold, but tender buds have already quietly sprouted on the branches and treetops.
A group of people stood on the streets of Beijing, watching the brightly dressed crowds come and go.
Blue bricks and red tiles, tall buildings, quaint courtyards, and cars driving by from time to time.
Bicycles are everywhere on the streets.
Everyone was relaxed and at ease.
The roadside is lined with shops, including flower shops, grain and oil shops, and clothing stores.
Having seen modern skyscrapers, Yan Xiao didn't have any particular feelings.
While Tang Lingling was amazed, she was also just curious. After all, although her hometown was not as prosperous as Beijing, it was still a city and had everything one would expect.
The only one who was so surprised that he stood frozen in place was Feng Tiezhu.
He's a complete country bumpkin in the city, and he can't take it all in at this point.
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To surprise Wen Yunhuai, Wen Qinghe did not tell him that she had been admitted to Peking University.
He only wrote a letter saying that he would bring Yan Xiao back to visit relatives after the annual meeting.
Therefore, Wen Yunhuai was unsure when his daughter would return.
Without prior notice, there was no way to drive to pick them up.
There are buses right outside the train station.
Wen Qinghe's original intention was to have Feng Tiezhu and Tang Lingling stay at her house for two days.
I'll register when school starts.
But they rejected him.
With only a few days left before the start of the new semester, and as this is the first college entrance examination since its resumption, universities are making every effort to accommodate students who have traveled from afar.
The school allows students to move in early with their admission notice.
Feng Tiezhu and Tang Lingling didn't want to trouble her and insisted on going to school first.
Wen Qinghe had no choice but to give up.
However, since the two were newcomers, she was worried they wouldn't be able to find their way around.
Then, together with Yan Xiao, they first dropped the two off at school before taking the man home by car.
A three-story villa near dusk.
The setting sun cast its last rays through the branches of leaves onto the terrazzo staircase of the red Western-style building.
It left behind a warm yellow light.
A tricycle stopped in front of the small building.
"Comrade, we've arrived. It's two cents per person, so it's forty cents for the two of you together."
The man got off the bus first and carefully helped the petite girl off.
He then turned around and took out some small bills to give to the driver.
Before you is a simple black balustrade gate, a high-ceilinged foyer, hexagonal arched windows, and jade-white corner stonework.
The tricycle behind us had already been pedaled away by the driver.
Only then did Yan Xiao truly realize the gap between himself and the young girl.
Whether it's a modern villa or a small Western-style house here.
They all seemed like insurmountable chasms for him.
He was somewhat frustrated.
As if sensing the man's emotions, Wen Qinghe suddenly smiled and spoke:
"Ayan, let's stay with Dad for a few days, then go buy a house. House prices are cheap right now, and we can choose a place close to Dad. That way, it'll be easier for me to visit my parents."
Hearing her words, Yan Xiao gave the little girl a deep look, and suddenly his eyebrows curved slightly.
"good."
They will also have their own home in this city.
He won't let her down; he will try his best to be worthy of her.
Wen Qinghe hadn't even had a chance to knock on the door yet.
The iron gate was pushed open.
Wang Xiujuan, who was about to throw out the trash and go home after get off work, was taken aback.
Wang Xiujuan almost thought she was seeing things, but remembering what her husband had said—that Miss Qinghe would be coming back to visit her family in the next few days—her heart skipped a beat, and she suppressed her excitement and said:
"Miss Qinghe?"
Wen Qinghe smiled gently and said in a sweet voice, "Aunt Wang, it's been a long time."
"Hey! Miss Qinghe, you're finally back!"
The familiar voice brought tears to Wang Xiujuan's eyes, and her voice choked with emotion.
She couldn't help but take a closer look at the person standing in front of her.
The little girl's skin was still fair and delicate, but her complexion had more color than before, and her cheeks had gained some baby fat that she had never been able to gain weight from before.
Although she is still thin and weak, she looks much better than she did a few years ago when she was constantly on the verge of death.
It is no longer in its previous sickly state.
She had watched the little girl grow up since she was a child.
My husband used to leave for work early and return late every day, and our daughter needed someone to take care of her because of health reasons.
She came to this family when she was still an infant.
The tiny, delicate little dumpling, so exquisitely crafted in its childhood, slowly grew up under their careful care.
Day after day, every time I see her, she is stunningly beautiful beyond words.
She and her husband have no children, but they have long treated her like their own daughter through their interactions.
Then, an unexpected change occurred. The frail young girl, who was plagued by illness, was assigned to work in the countryside. During that time, she was worried almost day and night.
She was only slightly relieved when her husband returned last year and told her that Miss Qinghe was doing well.
But not having seen it with her own eyes, she still felt a weight on her heart that she couldn't completely let go of.
Now, after three years apart, I have finally seen the person I have been thinking about day and night.
Wang Xiujuan's eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes. Unable to contain her emotions, she grasped Wen Qinghe's hand and turned to call into the house:
"Sir, Miss Qinghe is back!"
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