Nothing happened all afternoon.
It was so calm as if nothing had happened.
Song Songbai successfully repaired all the tractors in the afternoon and called Village Chief Ge and Ge Qiuze over.
Zhou Yian was also watching from the side, "There's no oil now."
Village Chief Ge held up his pipe and answered, "We have oil. I asked someone to buy it, but it will take a few days to arrive."
"Now it's out of gas and can't be driven. We'll have to leave it for another two days." Village Chief Ge circled around the tractor. "Does Song Zhiqing know how to drive this car?"
In theory, those that can be repaired will generally be opened.
"Yes." Song Songbai nodded. Why would he bother if he couldn't open it.
"Then Song Zhiqing will still be in charge." Village Chief Ge nodded. "Nothing else, but full work points are guaranteed."
Song Songbai agreed without hesitation.
"Don't worry about Accountant Ge," Village Chief Ge, knowing that Huang Man had gone out, reassured them, "You can come to me if you have any questions."
Village chief Ge is quite righteous.
After a few days of peace, Accountant Ge and Liu Yang did not return and were still in detention.
Zhou Yian sighed. It was another day of worrying about love letters.
In the evening, Aunt Zhang suddenly ran over and said, "Xiao Zhou, have you repaired the tractor? My daughter-in-law is having a difficult labor."
"The oil hasn't arrived yet!" Zhou Yian also stood up. "It can't be driven. Auntie, please go find the old man with the ox cart."
"Then I'll go right away." Aunt Zhang ran out again.
Zhou Yian also ran out, "Auntie, go back and pack your things, including the quilt and bed. The oxcart is shaking. I'll go find the uncle to pull the oxcart over here."
Aunt Zhang was obviously a little flustered. At this time, few women were willing to go to the hospital for difficult labor. Most of them just left it to fate. If they couldn't give birth, it was because the woman was not destined to do so.
Aunt Zhang ran back home in response, and Zhou Yian also ran to the cowshed to find the old man, who was feeding the cows leisurely.
"Uncle, Aunt Zhang's daughter-in-law is having a difficult labor and needs to be sent to the hospital. Is it convenient for you?"
"Oh, this is a big deal," the old man also stood up and hitched the cart to the ox.
He even went into the inner room and took out a whip.
Then we arrived at Aunt Zhang's house.
Ge Tian stood at the door holding his wife, the midwife also stood beside him, and Aunt Zhang and other family members were waiting with some things in their arms.
When he saw the ox cart coming, he hurried to meet it.
Aunt Zhang went up first to spread the quilt, and Ge Tiancai quickly put his wife up there.
Zhou Yian looked carefully and found that Aunt Zhang's daughter-in-law was still leaking something from her lower body, which was not sure whether it was amniotic fluid or blood. She was probably in too much pain, and there was no loud moaning sound from her mouth.
It must have been a long time since she decided to go to the hospital because she hadn’t given birth yet, Zhou Yian thought.
Watching Aunt Zhang, Ge Tian and his wife go away on the ox cart, Zhou Yian also returned home alone. Fate is unpredictable.
Song Songbai just happened to come back. "You were running so fast just now. What happened? You didn't hear me when I called you."
"Aunt Zhang's daughter-in-law is having a difficult labor. I'm going to get him a bullock cart."
"Do we want to go to the hospital?" Song Songbai nodded suddenly.
"Right, I came here to ask if we can drive the tractor here," Zhou Yian said with lingering fear, "I think his daughter-in-law didn't even have the energy to scream out in pain."
"We can not have children." Song Songbai replied to her. He didn't really like children, but the two of them would be fun.
"Of course I won't have a baby in the next few years. I'm still young." Her small body makes it more likely that she will have a difficult labor.
"Don't think too much," Song Songbai went over to touch her head, "good luck will come to you."
"Stop patting my head," Zhou Yian had been wanting to say for a long time, but today he couldn't hold it back any longer. "You're just patting a dog."
This is how she used to touch her own dog, Dahuang.
Song Songbai retracted his hand, clenched his fist, and coughed twice in front of his mouth, "No."
There would be no ghost if there wasn't one.
"Have you ever had a dog before?" Zhou Yian asked him when he saw the smile in his eyes.
"I haven't raised one myself." Song Songbai replied, but my grandfather's family had raised one before.
"It's better if there really isn't any." What kind of dog did he take her for? He stroked her fur. "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"It will be all right."
"We can eat dried bamboo shoots if we want. They're almost done drying now," Zhou Yian said. "When I have time, I'll go to the county and send some to my family."
In addition to dried bamboo shoots, you can also send some cured fish and cured wild boar meat. It is also a token of your thoughtfulness. Song Songbai's family has sent quite a few packages, and we cannot send none back.
"Is there any way I can send something to my dad?" Zhou's father said in the letter that there was no need to send anything, but Zhou Yian had received so much money anyway, it would not be good not to send anything.
I just don’t know if it would implicate her if I sent it directly. Otherwise, why did Zhou’s father tell her not to send it and didn’t even tell her the address of the street sweeper’s residence?
"Then send two copies to my master, if possible, and ask him to help deliver them." Song Songbai also thought about it. His master's letter was probably on the way, so it was not very urgent without sending a telegram.
The master will also consider whether it is possible to deliver. If not, then forget it. Fortunately, they are all in Beijing.
"Will this be too much trouble for Master and Madam?" Zhou Yian pretended to be polite.
"Probably not." Song Songbai smiled, "They are all very good people."
Maybe they dislike him too much. He and his junior fellow apprentice were a bit rebellious in the past, which made the master and his wife prefer girls now.
"That's good." Zhou Yian also smiled, with a shallow dimple. Judging from the package, it seemed that he didn't dislike her. There were a lot of women's products, but there seemed to be not many left for Song Songbai.
Moreover, the master's wife was very considerate and even sent her the current sanitary napkins. These were different from the "women's products" she bought, which required foreign exchange coupons to buy.
So she secretly wrote a letter. She didn't plan to ask Song's father, but planned to ask her master's wife if she knew what Song Songbai's nickname was. Every time she thought of this, she felt itchy.
"I'll cook," Song Songbai suddenly stood up, not knowing what he remembered, "you go and do your work."
"?" Zhou Yian was stunned for a moment, "I have nothing to do."
"You have it." Song Songbai reminded her in an emphasis.
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