The salesperson was very rude. Zhao Guangning bought the book but still complained to them, so I thanked them and left the bookstore. Standing inside, I didn't know where to go.
"Aren't there any scrap yards around here? You want to find something?"
Zhao Guangning stayed there, living with the other educated youth from the forestry bureau and various villages and towns, and the meeting ended on the seventh day.
The work uniforms were all very similar in style, mostly in eight colors: blue, gray, and yellow.
"Oh, finally some movement! We've been waiting for day after day..."
It's also because Feng Sule hates Feng Sule so much. Zhao Yongsheng and Yang Chunming both suffered losses and were beaten by Sheng Xi'an, and were sent to study bad things for a long time.
The other person shook their head, saying, "You're just a bookstore salesperson; the warehouse is under your management."
Outside the courtyard were two and a half mud-brick houses, the roofs of which looked like they were slowly collapsing, and the paint on the walls inside looked like peeling leather, mottled and falling off.
In those days, lifestyle was a minor issue, especially for cadres, who considered it a matter of character and took it very seriously.
In those years, the forestry system recruited a lot of workers, and many educated youth were able to return to the city through recruitment.
"I really regret that I was there. If you had been there, I guarantee you would have done it. Would you have let Sheng Xi'an have all the good intentions? Would you have killed me?"
They keep repeating the same old things, it's always the same stuff, just a different version of the same thing.
"Now that I'm in trouble, I know many people are waiting to kick me when I'm down. Just you wait and see, I won't get away with this," Zhang Wanqing said with a sneer.
Zhang Wanqing was worried that Zhao Guangning, who had never traveled far before, would not know how to take a car, so he gave him a second reminder.
Things will get worse once he gets outside our jurisdiction. I'll try to find him a ride home.
Nowadays, a few trains from that era still run on coal, so the coal ash underneath the train is quite heavy.
Moreover, the current requirement is that you can sell certain types of books, even if they are not available outside the warehouse, you are still allowed to sell them.
"Brother Chen is still bad. I'm working in the gold mine in Jiapigou, and everything is still wrong."
Upon hearing Zhao Guangning's words, the old man became displeased and insisted on leading the way for Feng Sule, his hunched back bowed.
"For the return trip, he remembered it was the same: go to the train station to buy a ticket from the provincial capital to Hunjiang, and then buy a ticket from Hunjiang back to Lijiawa."
Zhao Guangning had been thinking about coming out, and just when things seemed to be going well, he seized the opportunity to attend a meeting in the provincial capital.
Nowadays, everyone is saying that reading is useful, and very few books are forced to be put on the shelves. They are forced to sell, and the book that sells the least now is not this red-covered book.
"Oh, thank you, comrade." Zhao Guangning knew all that, of course. That's how mail was back then; it was usually fast. I understand.
Before giving Zhao Guangning his final instructions, Feng Sule left him some money and tickets before turning to leave.
Zhao Guangning vaguely remembers that this year's bad news was not the key point in this person's downfall, so I have been thinking about that matter ever since the end of the year.
If we really get divorced, I guarantee my father-in-law and brother-in-law will try everything to make things difficult for me.
This isn't the same person who beat Zhao Guangning awake before he attempted suicide several times.
After getting off the bus, we went to sleep and slept until around 8 a.m. By then, there were fewer and fewer people on the bus, and Zhao Guangning and I stopped occupying the long seats to sleep.
After a while, hey? They were able to chat together.
Previously, Feng Sule had asked around for directions to the post office, and then went there directly with the books in her arms.
"Yes, yes, you three are staying at the home of an old widow in the Eighth Team."
The conditions in the upper-township area are comparable to those in the lower-level forest farm.
So Zhang Wanqing took Zhao Guangning to the provincial capital and watched him settle in. Then I had to leave. I quickly bought a ticket and took the morning bus back to Lijiawa.
You're a friend of Brother Chen, and you're in the provincial capital on business, just passing by and thought you'd drop by.
After investigation, it was found that there were no obvious marks or stains on the bodies of the seven people before they were released.
Everything else is bad, but the key question is how can I explain this to outsiders, and how can I tell the forestry station the reason for my trip, all because of someone I've met in my past life?
Upon hearing this, Feng Sule thought, "Forget about it, why buy a sleeper berth? It's just a matter of getting off in one night anyway."
However, in Zhao Guangning's eyes, Tonghua Normal School was a junior college, not a bad school at all. Chen Ruiqing's personality was perfect for being a teacher.
He led Zhao Guangning toward the west end of the village, then turned south, and stopped at a large courtyard.
It was upsetting when it came out, but even we outsiders had to lose face because of it.
"Yes, you graduated in 2017 and became an educated youth. Unfortunately, there were no policies in place that year, so you were sent down from the forest farm."
If we do things the way Feng Sule suggested, it might be convenient, but the consequences are likely to be bad.
On the seventh day of the conference, during her lunch break, Feng Sule went to the bookstore and asked the staff if they had any self-study books on mathematics, physics, and chemistry.
That's why Zhao Guangning thought of buying a set of study materials to take back to his younger brother.
"Sorry, but you know where else you can buy it."
The man was stunned when he heard this, and looked up at the short and burly woman in front of him.
The man should have been handsome, but unfortunately, life had worn him down to a sallow and emaciated state, leaving only his eyes, which still faintly revealed a hint of brightness.
She went to two different stores and they both said they didn't have it. But when she went to the eighth store, they heard that Feng Sule was looking for a set of math, physics and chemistry books, and they actually found two complete sets of books outside the storeroom.
"He's my woman's friend? Come on, come on, take him there."
Hearing a commotion outside, an eighty-year-old man came out.
Some Northeasterners aren't naturally outgoing, and when the kids get together, they all know who should speak first.
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