This title of Director of the Shen Revolutionary Committee is not held for nothing.

Unable to sleep, as he was planning to go shopping in the city tomorrow, Lin Weiwan stayed in the space the whole time, feeding the chickens while he was watching the trees full of fruits emitting a fragrant aroma, his eyes glued.

Finally, before going to bed, I found the Shen family's account books, letters, and various accounts.

Seeing the bill that was more than a small box, Lin Weiwan was in trouble again.

I can't hand this thing over now. If I mail it back here, I'm asking for trouble.

We must find a way to go back to Haishi, return some of the accounts, and make things real.

The next day, Lin Weiwan got up and quickly ate some dry food, then went out with her messenger bag and water bottle on her back. She also picked up the bamboo basket she bought yesterday and went out.

I found that the old educated youth were eating, and the new educated youth were also cooking rice porridge in clay pots.

Lin Weiwan left the Youth League Institute and walked towards the village entrance.

"Lin Weiwan."

Lin Weiwan heard the voice and turned around to find Hu Xiaopang and Ye Jibai.

"Aren't you working?" Lin Weiwan looked at the two of them.

"We just took a leave of absence and are going to the city to buy some supplies." Fat Hu said quickly.

"Oh, so let's go together. Uncle Chen's ox cart is right in front."

As soon as the people arrived at the village entrance, they saw Chen Dasheng.

"Uncle Chen." Lin Weiwan greeted Chen Dasheng happily and got in the car.

He took out a pound of brown sugar and a piece of money from his bag and handed them to Chen Dasheng.

"Uncle Chen, thank you for your round trip. Here's the fare."

Chen Dasheng was stunned when he saw the brown sugar and a piece of money. "You are too polite, Lin Zhiqing. I don't need so much."

Lin Weiwan stuffed the candy and money directly into Chen Dasheng's arms, "Uncle Dasheng, thank you for what happened yesterday. Today I need to buy a lot of household items, and I have no place to put them, so I have to temporarily put them at your house for a few days. When my house is built, I will trouble you to help me move them back."

Chen Dasheng didn't hesitate to say, "Okay, Lin Zhiqing, don't worry. My house downstairs is just empty. I'll move in for you once your house is built."

"Thank you, uncle."

"Lin Zhiqing, you have to build your own house." Hu Xiaopang felt that a new door had been opened for him.

Last night they decided to build a small kitchen so they can cook inside during the winter.

"Well, there are many female educated youth here, and it's hard for them to turn over a new leaf now. The 꿯正 partnership has also been dismantled. It would be better to just build a small house in the backyard of the educated youth. It would be more convenient to live in this way."

Lin Weiwan is not grateful to Comrade Hu Xiaopang. His answer should be more detailed.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Jibai looked at Lin Weiwan with deep eyes.

"When I left the house, Uncle Qin gave me a lot of tickets, among which there were exactly industrial tickets, which were just enough to buy a pot.

When we get back to the youth camp, we will temporarily build a simple stove with stones for a few days. The village chief said it will be completed in about a week, and we can live in the kang after a few days of heating."

Ye Jibai nodded. He had originally thought of finding a way to get a hot pot for Lin Weiwan in the black market, but it seemed to be of no use.

Lin Weiwan rushed to the town, and the new educated youth had been assigned to work in two teams.

Zhou Rongrong followed the old educated youth in the fields to pull up peanuts. The only piece of sandy land in Dongsheng Village, more than 20 mu of land, was planted with peanuts.

Most of the work assigned to us today was to pick peanuts, and a small part went to the village to weed the private vegetable plots.

Zhou Rongrong followed Lin Huahua and watched Lin Huahua bend down and pull out the peanut stalks.

Then we walked forward, followed by our aunties who were carrying baskets and picking peanuts into them, and then another group of people picked them up and took them away to dry in the sun.

Zhou Rongrong felt that Lin Huahua's behavior was simple, and she couldn't bear it after pulling for less than five meters. Looking at her red palms, she thought it would be better to wear gloves.

"Hey, why did you stop? Hurry up and do it. We need to go home early after we finish. Don't just stand there."

Li Xiuxiu couldn't stand the frail new educated youth in front of her while holding the frame. They had already gone to the countryside, and why were they still pretending to be someone else?

"My hand hurts." Zhou Rongrong muttered softly.

"Come and see, this new educated youth said her hands hurt. She just started working and pulled two seedlings and she said her hands hurt. What are you doing? Captain, scorekeeper, come quickly, people here are slacking off."

It was not a heavy job to begin with, but now that it was bustling with activity, it naturally attracted a lot of villagers to watch.

"I just said my hand hurts, I didn't say I won't work." Zhou Rongrong was frightened by the sunburned girl in front of her.

Why is this person like this? Shouldn't he normally offer to help?

"Then what are you doing? We are so far behind the other groups this time. You are acting so hypocritically just pulling peanut vines."

Li Xiuxiu hated the woman in front of her. Today was supposed to be a half-day job, and the peanut field was not big. After finishing the work, everyone prepared to go into the mountains to chop wood and pick some hazelnut mushrooms.

If she is delayed, she will have to work overtime in the fields in the afternoon.

Lin Huahua squeezed into the crowd and pulled Zhou Rongrong, "Hurry up and work, it will be done soon."

"I didn't say I didn't do it, why do you guys bully me?" Zhou Rongrong burst into tears, why are you targeting me?

After entering the city, Ye Jibai and Hu Xiaopang got out of the car. Lin Weiwan separated from the two of them. Ye Jibai and Hu Xiaopang walked to the back of the abandoned land temple to see if there was anything for sale in the black market.

Chen Dasheng dragged Lin Weiwan into the only supply and marketing cooperative in the city, which brought soybean oil, soy sauce, vinegar, a bag of salt, a large iron pot for chopping wood, two large water vats, one for holding water and one for storing sauerkraut, four pickle jars so they could make some tasty pickled vegetables and pickle some salted duck eggs, as well as ceramic bowls, bowls and chopsticks, and a vegetable cutter.

They bought two kilograms of chicken cake and five kilograms of peach cake. When they were at the door, Chen Dasheng began to move things into the car. Lin Weiwan put all the bowls and dishes into the bamboo basket and put the pot on the top.

Chen Dasheng carefully took out the hemp rope and tied up all the water tanks to prevent them from being damaged.

"Where are we going next?" Chen Dasheng asked Lin Weiwan as he hurried in the car.

Lin Weiwan glanced at her watch. It was a little after ten o'clock. "Uncle Chen, let's go to the scrap collection station. I want to buy some newspapers to paste on the wall."

Taking out a bag of peach cakes and opening it, Lin Weiwan took out two pieces and handed them to Chen Dasheng. She also ate some in the car. She had eaten a little in the morning and was really hungry now.

After leaving the scrap yard, Lin Weiwan stuffed the remaining two pieces of peach cake into her bag and jumped off the ox cart. The old man was leaning on a chair at the door.

"Master, I want to buy some newspapers to paste on the wall." Lin Weiwan greeted the master at the door.

"Go ahead, go ahead. Stay inside and don't mess things up." The old man waved his hands indifferently.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Lin Weiwan walked straight inside after saying this. In the waste station, things were piled up in a crooked manner.

Lin Weiwan saw a pile of newspapers in the shed. Rather than seeing a pile of newspapers, it would be more accurate to say that he saw thick white mist rising from the huge rocks piled with newspapers.