Almost everyone was there, except for a few. Zhou Yalin didn't wait any longer and told them to inform each other.
The content of the meeting was also what Yan Jingwan had anticipated long ago, that is, the art soldiers of their art troupe are also soldiers, and they cannot just sit at the resettlement site and eat and drink for free, they have to take action and devote themselves to the post-disaster reconstruction work, and cannot let others look down on them.
Zhou Yalin spoke passionately on stage for more than ten minutes, stirring up everyone's emotions. Finally, she asked the audience what they thought and whether they agreed with her ideas.
The people in the audience naturally cooperated and raised their hands to express their agreement.
So the decision was made. They settled down at the resettlement site in the morning, had a simple communal meal at noon, and were assigned to post-disaster reconstruction work in the afternoon.
Most of the members of the art troupe had suffered from hemorrhagic fever before, so the county did not assign them any dirty or heavy work. Each of them was given a pesticide bucket and asked to go around the streets and alleys, spraying mosquito powder water in the corners of residential areas, sewers, toilets and other places where mosquitoes are likely to breed.
Carrying a spray barrel while spraying pesticides sounds like an easy job, but it is actually not easy.
A pesticide bucket filled with water weighs 30 kilograms. You may not feel anything when carrying it on your back for a while, but if you carry it on your back for a whole afternoon and keep moving it around, you will realize how tiring it is.
When she finally took it off, Yan Jingwan felt that the skin on her shoulders was about to be rubbed by the nylon shoulder strap on the medicine barrel.
My arms are so heavy I can't lift them up, my shoulders are swollen and painful, and they hurt when I touch them.
The powder is poisonous. You need to wash your body thoroughly after finishing work, otherwise it may be eaten with food and affect your health.
Yan Jingwan did not dare to be careless. She scrubbed the soap several times before going to the place where the food was stored to get some food.
After dinner, it was dark. Yan Jingwan was tired after the whole afternoon and had nothing else on her mind. She just wanted to sleep, so she took off her shoes and lay down in her clothes.
But not long after she lay down, she heard Zeng Ping next to her holding her stomach and groaning in pain.
Their beds were next to each other, and Yan Jingwan didn't want to appear too cold, so she turned over to her side and asked, "Zeng Ping, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Zeng Ping felt a little embarrassed to speak, and hesitantly said: "No, nothing, just a little stomachache, maybe I was tired this afternoon."
Yan Jingwan noticed her embarrassment and said softly, "It's dysmenorrhea, right? It's nothing. We are all women, there's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Zeng Ping nodded: "Yes, it's dysmenorrhea. I have always had this problem, so when it comes to menstruation, I dare not blow the wind or wash my hair, let alone touch cold water."
"I started feeling pain this afternoon when I went out to apply pesticides. I tried to endure it, but there was no hot water, so I had to wash myself with cold water. After washing, I felt a heavy pain in my stomach. Now it hurts like someone is inside me, twisting my intestines."
"Dysmenorrhea isn't a disease, but it can be life-threatening." Yan Jingwan said, "If the pain is unbearable, I'll ask the health worker at the resettlement site to get you some Analgin. Analgin can relieve the pain."
Zeng Ping shook her head: "No, I'll just bear with it. I'm afraid I'll become dependent on Analgin if I take too much."
"You really don't want to eat? Can you bear it?"
"I'll try my best."
Yan Jingwan said, "Okay, then, just bear with it for a while. If the pain becomes unbearable later, call me again and I'll get you some Analgin."
Zeng Ping felt a warm feeling in her heart when she heard this: "Thank you."
Yan Jingwan didn't think much of it. She just showed a little bit of kindness to Zeng Ping. Later, Zeng Ping remembered her kindness and helped her a lot regardless of her own safety.
Of course, this is a story for later, so let’s not talk about it for now.
In the next few days, Yan Jingwan carried a pesticide barrel and went to the nearby streets to spray pesticide. She specially switched places with the drama actor in charge of the street near the post office. Every day when she was spraying pesticides, she would pass by the post office and ask if the communication had been restored.
After being disappointed several times, I asked again today and finally got a positive answer.
"Comrade Yan, you've arrived just in time. I have good news for you. The line was repaired this morning, and communications in the county have been restored. You can now send telegrams."
"Really? That's great!"
Yan Jingwan was overjoyed and immediately drafted a telegram and handed it to the staff at the post office, saying, "Please send it out as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, I'll help you right away."
The transmission speed of the telegram was very fast. Two days later, Yun Qiao in the family compound of the remote base received the telegram.
Yan Jingwan sent this telegram in Qin Zheng's name, with only eight words written: "The flood has receded, don't worry about me." This was consistent with his calm and thrifty character.
Yun Qiao took the telegram to Feng Juan's house.
Feng Juan read the content of the telegram and learned that her stepson had no children. Her heart finally settled down.
"I'll go to the broadcasting room and call your father to tell him the good news. Your brother has been gone for a month with no news at all. Your father is very worried about his safety in Beijing. I'll call him and he'll be relieved."
Yun Qiao: "I'll go with you."
Feng Juan shook her head and said, "No, you're pregnant and it's already inconvenient for you to move around, so don't follow me around."
Feng Juan went to the broadcasting room alone and called Qin Lin's office. After waiting for more than half an hour, the call was finally connected.
"Hello, Lao Qin, it's me."
"Qin Zheng sent a telegram saying the flood has receded and he's safe, so there's no need to worry."
After hearing this news, Qin Lin felt relieved.
"As long as she's safe, as long as she's safe," Qin Lin said. "It's almost August in the Gregorian calendar. Is Yun Qiao about to give birth?"
Feng Juan shook her head. "No, it's still too early. Her due date is August in the lunar calendar, October in the solar calendar. You're mistaken."
"Is that so? I remembered it wrongly." Qin Lin smiled awkwardly: "I'm old now, and my brain is not as good as it used to be."
Feng Juan snorted softly, "Don't make excuses. You just don't care about the child's health. Even if you're not smart, I haven't seen you make any mistakes at work."
"..." Qin Lin couldn't respond to this. He changed the subject: "Do you have enough money? Do you need me to send you some more?"
Feng Juan immediately said, "Yes."
Since he offered to give it to her, she must take it.
"Yun Qiao will give birth in two months. She needs to prepare the baby's things in advance. Send the money over. I want it."
"Okay, I'll have my secretary wire it to you later." Qin Lin agreed and asked, "Is two hundred yuan enough?"
Feng Juan: "Give me these first. If it's not enough, I'll ask you for more later."
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