Huo Junshan hung up the phone and went straight to the commune post office to ask the staff if there was any mail.
There was indeed a letter from his wife, which Huo Junshan put into his spatial storage.
Then I went back.
It's still unknown who impersonated his wife and sent this letter to his parents-in-law.
It's probably either Song Pandi or Meng Zhenzhen.
Song Pandi is more likely.
He found a secluded spot, entered the space, and came out to find himself in their bedroom.
Yun Ningyan was taken aback: "You're back so soon?"
"How is Uncle? When will he be back?"
Huo Junshan smiled and said, "He might be back this afternoon. I don't know where he is now."
"Take him to find out about Zhao Weiguo's situation and see if he has had any contact with anyone in the team?"
Yun Ningyan nodded: "Luckily, we don't usually associate with them. Who knew there was a spy hidden among us?"
Zhao Weiguo?
That name is really sarcastic.
She sneered, "I wonder if anyone in the educated youth settlement is close to him."
Huo Junshan: "Those militiamen will investigate thoroughly; they won't let a single person go."
"But I brought back some good news and some bad news today. Which would you like to hear first?"
Without a second thought, Yun Ningyan said, "Good news, right? Good news makes people feel good."
Huo Junshan laughed and said, "I went to see Uncle Xiao today. Uncle Xiao said that the higher-ups want to support a group of people and set up a factory in the brigade to improve the lives of the commune members."
"This is a good thing!"
Yun Ningyan smiled, thinking that if the government allowed it now, all the things in her space could come in handy.
What kind of factory do you want to set up?
Huo Junshan smiled and said, "I think it's fine, we can get it done anyway."
"However, the county will take a share, the commune and the brigade will take a share, and we will take another share."
"The county will provide the funding, and we'll contribute our own money and labor to relocate the factory. What do you think?"
Yun Ningyan nodded: "Since it's supported by the higher-ups, then it's definitely possible. But if we set up a factory, we won't have time to study."
"The New Year is just around the corner, and after the New Year it will be 1976. We will have our exams in 1977."
She thought for a moment and then said, "But no, there are still less than two years left."
"We'll do as much as we can, so that the members of our brigade can also have jobs."
Yun Ningyan asked again, "Have you thought about what to do?"
Huo Junshan chuckled and said, "Uncle Xiao told me to come back and think it over carefully, and come up with a plan for him so he can report it to his superiors and pass it on to his subordinates."
Yun Ningyan nodded: "Okay, then tell me what the bad news is?"
Huo Junshan was just smiling when he remembered the letter that pretended to ask for money.
His expression immediately changed.
“I called my mom today, and she said she received a letter a while ago.”
“It was written in your name, saying that you have run out of money and need her to send you money.”
"However, the address and name on the money mailed belonged to a stranger, someone we didn't know."
He took out the letter from his spatial storage: "Look, it's right here. This is a letter from that person. Mom sent it."
Yun Ningyan quickly opened it and saw that her child's expenses had been high recently, and the child was sick and hospitalized. The child might have to be transferred to a hospital in the provincial capital. She asked her mother to send money as soon as possible.
Yun Ningyan's fingers, gripping the letter, turned white. The writer was either Meng Zhenzhen or Song Pandi.
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