The next day at noon, after eating her staff meal, Bu Ling asked Manager Zhu for leave, and carrying a serving of braised pork and steamed egg, along with two steamed buns, went straight to the recycling station.
She went to see Old Man Yu for a pulse diagnosis. She had to stop taking her medication during her trip to Kyoto, and this time she came back to have Old Man Yu examine her first, and then see if she needed to change her prescription.
Upon arriving at the scrap yard, Buling gave Old Man Yu the food she had brought him. After he finished eating, she took his pulse, prescribed new medicine, and then took a cloth bag from her bicycle.
He dropped it and ran. The bag contained nothing but corn kernels, about ten pounds in total. If he ate them sparingly, it would be enough for half a month.
She did this mainly because she was afraid Old Man Yu wouldn't accept it.
Old Yu looked at the cloth bag being stuffed into his arms, his eyes welling up with tears. There are still many people with a conscience in this world.
After leaving the junkyard, Buling went to the small, dilapidated house behind the county hospital, got her next month's worth of medication as prescribed, and put it directly into the bicycle basket. On the way, she encountered a rabbit seller and bought one without hesitation.
Seeing that no one was around, he quietly put the rabbit into his spatial storage, and then swaggered back to the state-run restaurant.
The other customers in the restaurant had all left, and Grandpa Tan and his friends were sitting outside, passing the time. Wu Yuanyuan was knitting a sweater with a ball of yarn, Grandpa Tan was listening to Peking Opera on a radio, and Aunt Ma was sewing shoe soles.
Manager Zhu didn't come out, and Han Yu was nowhere to be found.
Bu Ling put down his bicycle, moved closer to Wu Yuanyuan, and watched her hands work. He wanted to learn how to knit a sweater so he could knit one for his brother too, just to pass the time.
That evening, just as Buling got home and before she even had a chance to unpack her bag, Sangshen knocked on her door.
"Little Bling, are you busy right now?"
"No, I just got off work and am preparing to brew some medicine," Bu Ling replied.
“Then come with me, I need your help with something,” Sangshen said, grabbing Buling’s arm.
Bling followed him passively: "Hey, wait a minute, I'm locking the door."
Hearing Buling's protest, Sangshen released her, watched her lock the door, and then pulled her outside.
This time, Bling was very cooperative: "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Sangshen pulled Buling out of the courtyard before whispering, "Didn't you say you wanted a bathtub? I'll give you one."
Bling: ? ? ?
"Let's go to Hanjiacun to buy it!"
Now Bling understood; they wanted her to provide cover.
"No problem!" It's just a small matter; she has nothing to lose and gets a free bathtub—what a bargain!
"How do we get there?" she asked.
"My brother will drive; it'll be safer." It gets dark early now; the sun is almost setting.
"Oh!" Bling had no objections at all; driving was better and warmer.
Sangshen led Buling to the alley entrance.
At that moment, a car was parked quietly at the entrance of the alley. It was a Jeep, but it looked a bit old. Sangshen opened the car door, let Buling get in first, and then got in herself, closing the door behind her: "Brother, let's go!"
Sang Zi, sitting in the driver's seat, nodded silently, started the car, and drove towards Hanjiacun.
After the car started, Xie Dong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and smiled at Bu Ling in a friendly manner: "Hello, my name is Xie Dong, I'm Sang Shen's childhood friend!" As he spoke, he extended his hand.
Bling extended her hand: "Hello, my name is Bling, I'm Mulberry's neighbor."
His hand was halfway outstretched when Sang Shen pressed it down. Sang Shen gave Xie Dong a perfunctory shake of the hand, giving him a disapproving look.
Xie Dong grimaced and muttered, "Stingy!"
Mulberries seem unable to hear
Xie Dong then asked, "Neighbors?"
"That's right, we're neighbors. Do you have anything to say?" Sangshen's tone was quite dangerous.
Xie Dong grinned and mocked Sang Shen, "Sang Xiaoqi, this won't do."
Bu Ling pretended not to understand the subtle tension between the two.
The two quieted down, and Sang Zi, who was in the driver's seat, said, "Hello, Comrade Bu Ling. My name is Sang Zi, and I am Sang Shen's older brother."
"Hello, Brother Sangzi," Bu Ling greeted politely.
Sangzi nodded silently, without saying anything more.
The atmosphere in the car remained silent for the rest of the journey.
Buling wanted to ask them what they were doing in Han Family Village; why not just move Shen Ci to another place? But then she thought of something, opened her mouth, and ultimately said nothing.
She should just obediently be her tool.
Upon arriving at Hanjiacun, Sangzi made no attempt to conceal his presence, honking his horn to alert the villagers of the arrival of outsiders.
After waiting for a short while, the village chief of Hanjiacun quickly approached with a flashlight.
"Comrades, who are you?"
Buling opened the car door and got out: "Captain, do you still recognize me? I ordered some furniture from your village, and it's working really well, so I'm back again." She said familiarly.
When the captain saw Bu Ling, he immediately remembered who she was, mainly because it was the first time he'd encountered such a grand affair: "It's you, girl. What brings you here at this hour? With your brother?" As he spoke, he shone his flashlight into the car.
"That's me, Captain. I really had no choice. I have to work during the day, so I can only come at night. My brother risked his life to come with me, and there were also two of his friends. It's safer with more people around at night," Bu Ling said, seemingly serious but actually lying.
The sound of the vehicle attracted the attention of villagers living nearby. People from every household came out carrying oil lamps or torches, and they were all used to seeing the jeep parked at the village entrance.
Soldiers often come to their village to order furniture from Old Man Han, but it's a bit strange that this time it's at night.
"Captain, it's so late, should we finish this quickly?"
"Alright, come with me. Do your brother and the others want to come along?" The captain looked at the three people who remained in the car without any intention of getting out, and asked with some doubt.
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