First, there's the issue of choosing a city.
The Qilu region is vast, with diverse landscapes in all directions, making it difficult to choose.
Secondly, Sun Zhiyuan had previously said that he had already chosen the location for him to go to the countryside.
There's definitely something fishy about this. Even if the sun rises in the west, Sun Zhiyuan wouldn't be that kind.
The places he chose for himself were either remote and impoverished or bitterly cold.
It could also be the poorest and most backward village, where there are countless farm chores to do every day.
Leaving aside Sun Zhiyuan, there's also Song Pingsheng.
If he knew where he was going, it would be strange if he didn't want to eliminate him completely.
Although he was prepared to shift the blame eastward, he also had to prevent Song Pingsheng from directly throwing the dirty water back at him.
Possessing such a treasure and such a large fortune, one's situation could be dangerous if targeted by someone with ill intentions.
Thinking this way, the most important thing is to get out of this troublesome place as soon as possible, and only I should know where I am going.
As for the others, I can't tell anyone.
The staff member previously said that my household registration booklet was genuine, so there shouldn't be any problem.
If that's the case, then it only applies to the educated youth office; they should have their own application forms for going to the countryside.
Song Qinghe planned to go and take a look. If there was still time, she would definitely change her destination to the place she wanted to go to in the countryside.
Otherwise, even if you go to the countryside, you'll just be fish on someone else's chopping board.
Song Qinghe glanced at the sky, then immediately got up and rushed to the educated youth office.
If you go there at this time, they probably haven't finished get off work yet.
Before leaving home, Song Qinghe made sure to check her documents, especially her household registration booklet.
Everything else is secondary; if those treasures are lost, I can find them again.
Even if I can't find it, what's in the space is enough for me to live a carefree life for the rest of my life.
But the documents are different. If you don't have documents, you will become an undocumented person. Not only will everyone hate you, but it will also be inconvenient for you to do anything.
After locking the door, Song Qinghe went straight to the educated youth office.
It's already evening, hopefully their staff haven't gone home yet. If they have, then we'll be in trouble.
Fortunately, Song Qinghe was lucky; she happened to run into the staff leaving when she arrived.
Song Qinghe immediately became anxious and stopped the staff of the educated youth office, briefly explaining her demands.
She wanted to know where she would be assigned to go to the countryside.
The staff at the educated youth office looked at her with a puzzled expression. Didn't she know?
To register for the rural assignments, you have to come in person with your identification documents; otherwise, it won't work and you won't be able to register.
Song Qinghe burst into tears immediately, with tears and snot streaming down her face. She looked terribly wronged.
"Sister, to tell you the truth, my cousin signed me up for the rural assignment without my knowledge."
"She does look somewhat like me, so you might have mistaken her for someone else!"
“It’s not that I don’t want to go to the countryside, it’s just that I don’t want to go there without knowing why. If she arranges a bad place for me, I might not be able to come back alive.”
Song Qinghe appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him, speaking in a very dignified manner.
The staff felt uneasy; these days, very few people volunteered to go to the countryside, so they often had to conscript men.
We'll take them as they come, and pull them over as they come.
In any case, it's all about completing the task. As long as they can get people to go to the countryside, that's enough. Nothing else really matters to them.
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