Money isn't really a big deal for Zhang Cheng right now.
He asked Liu Yihan to help him find seven caregivers, and that's how he finished the meal.
As soon as they finished eating, Liu Yihan dragged Zhang Cheng to the recording studio.
Hey, there are quite a few people inside.
The movie shown was also fitting for the occasion; it was "Tunnel Warfare".
Zhang Cheng was quite engrossed in watching.
More than an hour later, the two of them came out of the recording studio.
Zhang Cheng took Liu Yihan home, then went to a public bathhouse and got a scrub.
After a relaxing half-hour soak, I finally felt completely refreshed and went to the guesthouse to book a room.
Nothing much happened that night.
The next morning, Zhang Cheng splashed some cold water on his face and went to the hospital.
"Big Head Bro, make the arrangements, let's go back to the village."
"What about Uncle Cang and the others?" Zhang Da Nao asked.
“I’ve hired a caregiver,” Zhang Cheng said with a smile.
When it comes to taking care of people, where can we find professional caregivers?
"By the way, ask who wants to stay. We can't all leave; someone needs to be in charge here."
“Brother, Shengzi and I will stay!” Li Xiaotao said eagerly.
"OK!"
Zhang Cheng pulled three ten-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Li Xiaotao's hand.
"Take the money. If you need more, go to the purchasing department and find Director Zhou Qiyuan. I'll go talk to Director Zhou in a bit."
"Yes!" Li Xiaotao nodded vigorously.
"Big Head Bro, take Jianhao and the others to the supply and marketing cooperative, get all the goods, and then we'll go back to the village!"
With only six days left until the Lunar New Year, Zhang Cheng had to go back to spend the holiday with Shi Yangyang.
"Alright, we'll head to the supply and marketing cooperative right away!"
Zhang Da Nao responded and called to Zhang Jianhao and the others, then they all rushed out of the ward.
Zhang Cheng went to the purchasing department again, found Zhou Qiyuan, handed him the keys to the South Street store, and asked him to take good care of the injured villagers in the hospital, and to cover the expenses if needed.
Zhou Qiyuan patted his chest and agreed.
Half an hour later, Zhang Cheng arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative.
Zhang Da Nao and his team worked quickly and efficiently, and had already bundled up all the goods.
The carrying pole was borrowed from the supply and marketing cooperative, with the promise to return it in the spring.
With Zhang Cheng's connections, borrowing a few carrying poles would naturally be no problem.
Director Zhao is still in a meeting at the Municipal Party Committee today and hasn't returned yet.
Zhang Cheng greeted Mo Qijing and then led the way out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
A group of twelve people, each carrying a shoulder pole, formed a long procession as they left Funing County.
At first, everyone was chatting and laughing on the way, and it was quite lively.
But as soon as they stepped onto the mountain path, everyone became extremely alert.
With goods on my shoulders and snow under my feet, I walked unsteadily, swaying from side to side.
Zhang Cheng walked at the front, holding a long tree branch he had picked up, probing the path ahead with each step.
The snow is thicker than when we arrived.
Judging by the thickness of the snow, it probably won't melt completely until March or April next year.
When the snow melts, this mountain road will definitely be impassable.
Fortunately, we didn't encounter any more avalanches on the way back, so we had a safe journey.
By the time Zhang Cheng and his group returned to Zhangjia Village, it was already past three in the afternoon.
The goods were all unloaded at Big Head's house. Big Head's mother was overjoyed and kept praising Cheng for being promising and capable.
Zhang Cheng didn't stay long. After leaving Da Nao's house, he hurriedly returned to his mud house.
"Honey, I'm home!"
As soon as he stepped inside, Zhang Cheng took off his felt hat, brushed the snow off his clothes, and saw Shi Yangyang sitting quietly by the stove.
Seeing Zhang Cheng return unharmed, Shi Yangyang's beautiful eyes were clearly filled with joy.
"Where did this stove come from?" Zhang Cheng asked casually.
He hadn't expected Shi Yangyang to answer anyway.
To everyone's surprise, Shi Yangyang spoke up, her voice not loud: "The village chief gave it to me."
Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, looked her up and down, and then his face lit up with a smile: "Wife, you, you're all better now?"
Shi Yangyang tilted her head, blinked, and still looked dazed: "The village chief told me to say that."
After all that fuss, it turns out it was just parroting.
The little spark that had just ignited in Zhang Cheng's heart died down again, leaving him a little disappointed, but he didn't take it too seriously.
Let's wait until spring. Then we'll take her to a big hospital in Hangzhou, the provincial capital, for a checkup.
"Wife, look what this is?"
Zhang Cheng chuckled, pulled a red booklet from his inner pocket, and waved it in front of Shi Yangyang.
"Your man has bought an apartment in the county town! Isn't that amazing? Once the snow melts in the spring, we'll go to the county and put your name on the deed too!"
Shi Yangyang just blinked her big eyes without reacting, but her heart was in turmoil.
He bought a house in the county town? It's only been a short time! How is that possible?
"Er Gouzi! Er Gouzi!"
Zhang Cheng was showing off to Shi Yangyang when the old village chief's shout came from outside.
Just as he was about to go out to take a look, the old village chief lifted the curtain and came in, his face showing both relief and emotion. He walked a few steps to Zhang Cheng and grabbed his hand:
"Er Gouzi, Da Naotou told me everything about what happened in the county! Don't worry, the village will definitely raise enough money to pay off Mancang's medical expenses!"
"How about this? Once Mancang and the others recover, they can all work for you to pay off their debts?"
"Sure!" Zhang Cheng nodded with a smile.
"Ergouzi, you brought back so much stuff this time, not bad at all!" the old village chief praised, then continued, "Last night, the team leaders had a meeting. Didn't you say you wanted to open a consignment shop? The village has decided, you can use that cowshed at the village entrance! Just give me ten yuan, that's all you need!"
"Ten yuan? That's too little!"
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