There's really nothing to see.
The ground was covered in blood and white.
I guess they won’t be able to eat tofu pudding for the next month.
Meat... I can't eat it once a month anyway, so I might as well eat it if I have it!
The seven new educated youth who arrived yesterday stood in the crowd with pale faces.
They didn't expect that the Daliushu Production Brigade was such a dangerous place.
On the first day I arrived, I encountered an explosion and a murder. On the second day, I encountered another explosion and saw the explosion scene with my own eyes.
So exciting!
It’s too scary!
Is it too late for them to apply for transfer to other production brigades now?
Whether or not one can be transferred is one thing.
It’s time to go to work now.
The seven of them walked towards their living quarters in the back with lingering fear.
When I reached the door, I looked back at the intersection.
I felt even more scared.
How come it’s so close!
There won’t be anything like that at this intersection when it gets dark...right?
The six of them quickly returned to their rooms.
Another female educated youth also hurried back to the educated youth compound in front.
The crowd at the intersection quickly dispersed.
Secretary Yan then asked the militia to clean up the explosion site.
A dozen or so civilian soldiers cleaned up the blood and flesh while suppressing their nausea.
Yan Ning and other members of the Yan family returned to the Yan family courtyard.
Old Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Song went to make lunch.
Yan Ning returned to the room.
When the meal was ready, Old Lady Yan stood at the door of the main hall and called everyone to eat.
Yan Ning left the room and entered the main hall.
Everyone ate in silence during today's meal.
After dinner, Song stayed to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.
Old Mrs. Yan and Old Mr. Yan went back to their room to rest.
Yan Ning was about to return to his room.
Suddenly she heard someone calling her name outside the yard.
"Yan Ning, are you home?" It was a strange male voice.
Yan Ning walked over and opened the gate. "I'm Yan Ning. What's the matter?"
The person standing at the door seemed to be Secretary Yan's youngest son. Secretary Yan called him Xiaojun, and he looked about the same age as Yan Guodong.
Yan Xiaojun looked at Yan Ning and said with a smile: "Someone from the brigade office called to look for you. It's a girl, and she said she's your friend."
Her friend? A girl.
Not many people know her contact information, only Zhao Yunzhen, Yuan Nana and Xie Yao.
Yan Ning thanked him politely, "Thank you for coming to let me know. I'll be there right away."
Yan Xiaojun went back to the brigade office first.
The team leader went to the county town, and his father had to deal with other things, so he had to stay in the team office temporarily.
Yan Ning pulled the gate over and closed it, then walked towards the brigade office.
It took more than ten minutes to reach the brigade office.
Yan Xiaojun saw Yan Ning come in, dialed the same number, handed the receiver to her, and then left the office.
Yan Ning took the receiver and waited for half a minute before the call was connected.
Yan Ning: "Hello! Hello! I'm Yan Ning, who are you?"
Yuan Nana's voice rang out from the receiver, "Xiao Ning, this is Nana. I'm calling you because I have something to tell you.
It was the soap gift box you gave me yesterday. My parents saw it when I brought it home.
They liked it very much after using it and wanted to buy some for themselves to give to relatives and friends.
So I called to ask you, how many boxes do you have?
If you don't have any, could you please send some to me?
We'll pay you the original price, okay?"
Um!!!
Yes, it must be there. Even if it isn’t there, I will create it for you.
Yan Ning suppressed the corner of his mouth that was raised, "Nana, when will you want this gift box? I only have six boxes now.
If you want to give it as a gift to someone on Dragon Boat Festival, I will send it to you this afternoon.
If you ask for too much, you might not be able to give gifts in time for the Dragon Boat Festival."
Yuan Nana: "It doesn't matter, we are not giving it as a holiday gift, and we want a lot,
I have many relatives, so I need 30 boxes in total. They can be delivered this weekend.
Xiao Ning, please excuse me and your relatives."
Yan Ning smiled and said, "Why would it be a big deal for me? It's just a phone call. My relatives will definitely be happy when they know about it!
Then I will call my relative and ask her to send thirty boxes over. They will arrive on Saturday.
I'll send it to you on Saturday morning, and you can pay me then."
Yuan Nana: "Okay, thank you Xiaoning, I will wait for you at home on Saturday.
Just send it to my house and I'll treat you to a meal."
The two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.
Yan Ning checked the call time, five minutes and eight seconds.
She left the office and looked at Yan Xiaojun who was standing at the door. "Uncle, can you tell me how much I have to pay?"
There is a fee for both answering and making calls.
Yan Guoshu was there the previous few times, so he naturally wouldn't let Yan Ning pay.
He is no longer her second uncle, so she still has to pay.
Yan Xiaojun waved his hand and said, "No, no, we are all family, how can I ask you to pay?"
Yan Ning did not refuse. He thanked him and left the brigade office.
After returning home, she entered the room, locked the door, and then entered the space.
She had only finished preparing half of the goods in the space this morning and was continuing now.
Harvest what should be harvested, plant what should be planted.
Those that should be slaughtered are slaughtered, and those that should be picked are picked.
The quantity of goods she prepared for the 21st century and the 1970s was the same as the previous batch.
Yan Ning stayed in the space for the entire afternoon.
It was not until after five o'clock that she heard the sound of the courtyard door opening and left the space.
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