Sister Zhao brought back more than a dozen duck eggs. Not many families in the village raise ducks, so it was rare for her to be able to exchange them for these duck eggs.
Jiang Wenwan offered the same price as the eggs.
"Thank you, sister-in-law. I'll head back now."
Sister-in-law Zhao smiled and saw her out.
"If you need anything in the future, just come to me, don't be shy."
Jiang Wenwan left the Zhao family with a smile on her face, but once she reached a secluded spot, she completely suppressed her smile.
Put the duck eggs in your spatial dimension, then take the chicken eggs back.
"Hey, where did you exchange your eggs?"
She glanced at Wang Guihua, who rushed over to ask her questions as she returned.
Jiang Wenwan glanced at her again, noticing that there was no one else in the courtyard.
"You changed it at a fellow villager's house. You took the day off and didn't go to work?"
Wang Guihua held out her hand to show her, revealing several red blisters on her delicate white hands, leaving Jiang Wenwan speechless.
"Then you should take good care of yourself!"
Instead of enjoying a comfortable life, chasing after a man here is like an old lady choosing ribs from a pot.
Back in her room, she began writing a letter to Zhou Yunting.
The reason their military marriage application and political review were completed so quickly was because Jiang Wenwan's father was a martyr.
They saved Zhou Yunting and his son with their own flesh and blood, and their grandparents are said to be doing scientific research on the island, so they have a clean background.
What is Hu Qinghua's background? Hu Jianbang? Or her deceased biological mother?
no!
Her hand paused as she wrote the letter, and suddenly a question came to mind.
She decided not to write a letter, crumpled it up, and put it back in her spatial storage. She then went directly to send a telegram.
Telegraphs are much faster.
He went out and rode his bicycle, which now had a lock, and with a few pedal strokes, he went to the county.
She started sending telegrams, even though each word cost money, she wasn't short of money now.
"Comrade, I need to send a telegram to the address on this letter!"
The comrade at the telegraph station was filled with respect when he saw the letter in her hand. After verifying the address, he contacted the other side first before allowing Jiang Wenwan to send the telegram.
She kept it brief.
"Send over a copy of our marriage application and political background check report, along with the marriage report. If there is a transfer order, it would be best to send a copy to the 18th Brigade of Hongqi Commune as well. Sign it as Jiang Wenwan and send the telegram to Zhou Yunting."
The telegraph operator looked at her in surprise after hearing her words, then quickly began sending the telegram.
The orderly came running over, panting, with the telegram in his hand.
"Battalion Commander, Battalion Commander, thank goodness you didn't leave! Here's your telegram!"
"That looks like it was sent by my sister-in-law, hey!"
Orderly soldier Xiao Li swore that he really didn't peek; he just glanced at it.
Zhou Yunting received a transfer order to take up a new post in a new military region. His marriage application had been approved, and he had originally planned to personally pick up Jiang Wenwan to give her a surprise.
But he has to go to take up his post first, then ask for leave, and then go to the Red Flag Commune.
Even though he was extremely anxious, he could only follow the procedures step by step.
Fortunately, his stepmother volunteered to pick him up, and by now, according to the time, he should have already returned to the city.
Upon seeing the telegram, Zhou Yunting frowned, but it wouldn't be difficult for him to prepare another copy. He immediately prepared another one and mailed it to Jiang Wenwan.
Then he personally sent a telegram to inquire about the situation.
"What happened? I've already sent you the things. I've been transferred to the Qilian Mountain Military Region. I plan to go to my post first and then come to pick you up."
But my stepmother has already gone to pick you up. She's a nice person, so you can try to get along with her without forcing yourself.
Zhou Yunting sent the message to Jiang Wenwan of the 18th Brigade of the Red Flag Commune.
Jiang Wenwan received the telegram the next day.
It seems something went wrong. I remembered the documents I saw at the brigade leader's house.
Jiang Wenwan was not in a hurry and waited quietly for the letter to arrive.
Otherwise, in this era where you need a letter of introduction to go out, if she wanted to just pack her things and leave, she would be arrested as a vagrant.
Once the letters arrive, she'll go to the captain to get a letter of introduction, and then she'll head straight there.
Now, Qilian Mountains, forgive her for not studying well in the fields, but she remembers that the Silk Road seemed to have passed through there.
Next is the area inside Yumen Pass, where spring breezes rarely reach. Fortunately, the main mode of transportation there is probably horseback riding.
So what she needs to do next is save money.
With such a treasure trove, making money wouldn't be too difficult for her. Ginseng is a given, but she doesn't want to sell it. She already has ten ginseng roots planted in her space.
We have stored quite a few kinds of mushrooms, including Polygonum multiflorum, Ganoderma lucidum, Hericium erinaceus, Gastrodia elata, blueberries, wild grapes, and elm mushrooms.
They even stored up over a hundred pounds of pine nuts, all of which were obtained from the black market.
Besides that, she spent the next few days hunting wild boars, and she destroyed several of their burrows.
They also took on all the pig slaughtering work, and the little wolf cub finally got to eat meat, his belly bulging every day.
While she was making money by hunting and trading on the black market every day.
Hu Qinghua has returned to the city, and Hu Jianbang looks at his daughter with tears streaming down his face.
"She's lost weight and gotten darker."
Turning to Zhang Cuifen beside him, he said:
"Look at Qinghua, she's already like this, and who knows what that girl is like."
Wouldn't it be embarrassing to call them back?
Besides, before she left, didn't you see how rude and dismissive she was to us?
Would she really do us any good by marrying him?
Does your son still expect others to help him out?
That brat even wrote a letter reporting us, and we all lost our jobs. If it weren't for that benefactor, would we have gotten our jobs back?
This series of questions brought Zhang Cuifen back into a state of grief along with him.
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