Feng Juan said, "Cui Yizhi's action serves as a cautionary tale for us. From now on, whenever it rains, don't go to work. When the rain stops, I'll go to your company and tell the head of your HR department to deduct your salary for the days you were absent. We'll accept it. But safety is paramount, and we can't risk it at any time."
Yun Qiao nodded: "I understand."
The heavy rain continued and did not stop at night. Feng Juan had nothing to do, so she made some dumplings with bread.
The dumplings were made with purely vegetarian fillings, using radish and black fungus, and some dried shrimp to enhance the flavor. Although the ingredients were not simple, because they were made of white flour, the taste was still very good. Yun Qiao ate ten of them and put down his chopsticks when he was 70% full.
Since it was raining and Yun Qiao couldn't go out for a walk, he walked around the house a few times, thinking of it as a way to digest the food.
Lying on the kang at night, Yun Qiao heard the sound of raindrops falling on the eaves and became a little insomniac.
She turned over, thinking: I wonder what Tingjun is doing now? Is there a place to shelter from the rain?
At this time, He Tingjun, who was being talked about by Yun Qiao, was leading a team of people to carry out patrol tasks in the deep mountains and old forests on the border line. They also captured a mountain villager who claimed to have lost his way while collecting herbs.
"Tang Yi? From Shuanglindong, Dongfanghong Commune?" He Tingjun raised his dark eyes and gave the young man in front of him a scrutinizing look. "If I remember correctly, Shuanglindong Village is right next to the Fifth Company, Third Regiment, 58th Farm, about ten miles away from here. How did you get here?"
"More than ten miles? Have you run this far?"
"Don't play dumb." Gu Cheng, who was standing behind He Tingjun, said sternly, "This is a military restricted area. Ordinary people are prohibited from entering. Don't you know?"
Tang Yi pursed his dry lips and shook his head: "Yes, I'm sorry, I, I didn't know I entered the restricted area by mistake. I got lost and thought I was still wandering in the mountains south of the Mulin River."
He Tingjun knew that Mu Linhe was on the way from the Fifth Company to Sanhe Camp. He often passed by this river when he went to the Fifth Company to see Yun Qiao and pick her up to go to Sanhe Camp together.
He Tingjun waved at Gu Cheng, signaling him to leave, and asked Tang Yi, "You said you came out to collect herbs?"
Tang Yi nodded.
He Tingjun: "Are you specialized in this?"
When Tang Yi heard this, he quickly explained, "No, it's not."
"I'm just an ordinary member of the production team. I came out to collect herbs mainly because my wife has been very weak since giving birth to twins. The doctor said that she has both Qi and blood deficiency and it would be best if she took some Chinese medicine to replenish Qi and blood. However, the Chinese medicine prescribed by the hospital costs several yuan per prescription. One treatment costs several yuan, and I need several treatments. As a result, I only earn ten work points a day, and one centimeter is only three cents. It is actually not enough for my wife's medicine, let alone raising two children.
Later, a barefoot doctor told me that there was wild ginseng in the mountains. It didn't matter what size, you could just pick it, wash it, steam it, and then dry it. It was the red ginseng sold in pharmacies for just over ten yuan a piece. Drinking it in water could also replenish qi and blood. That's when I started thinking about it. I took advantage of the rain when the production team wasn't working and went up the mountain to collect herbs.
At this point, Tang Yi smiled bitterly: "It's just that I didn't expect it. It rained so hard that day that I lost my way not long after I went up the mountain. I wandered around in the mountains, but I got further and further away."
He Tingjun didn't say whether he believed or not what he said, but just asked him: "Do you have the ID?"
"How about a letter of introduction? My father is the village chief, and I have had the habit of carrying a letter of introduction when I go out since I was a child. It's just that it's all wet, so the handwriting may not be clear." Tang Yi carefully took out a piece of paper from his inner pocket and handed it to He Tingjun.
It was dark, there was no umbrella, and the flashlight had limited light. He Tingjun didn't open it to look, but put it directly into his pocket, turned around and winked at Gu Cheng.
"Tang Yi, right? I'll have someone take you down the mountain. You can rest for the night at the logging site of the Ninth Regiment. Once your suspicion is cleared, I'll let you go home."
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