Combining this with memories from my previous life, I am quite certain that between 1972 and 1973, the policy for returning to the city was relaxed, and educated youth who had been in the countryside for more than two years could be transferred out of the countryside through the "three-recruitment" method. However, by the end of 1973, the three-recruitment method was discontinued, and the channel for educated youth to return to the city was blocked again.
Therefore, this opportunity was extremely rare, and once it was missed, the next opportunity would be in 1978. By then, Wang Yun would be thirty years old, and his best years would undoubtedly be wasted in the countryside.
"You're talking about Sichuan Province. This is Beijing, will it work?"
"Whether it works or not, we'll know once we try," Fang Qiao encouraged. "What if it really works, but you didn't even try? You'll regret it later. Don't you think that makes sense?"
“You’re right. We should always try things first, no matter how they may seem.” Wang Yun made up her mind: “I’ll look for a job after the New Year.”
Fang Qiao reminded her, "While you're looking for a job after the New Year, also go to the educated youth office more often. Maybe they have inside information, and we'll just stumble upon it by sheer luck!"
Fang Qiao and Wang Yun huddled together studying the various information in the newspaper. Time flew by, and soon Xiao Jing had prepared the meal.
She placed the food, dishes, and chopsticks on the table.
Because An'an was still sleeping, she was afraid of waking her up, so she went all the way to the outside of the inner room before gently knocking on the door and saying, "Sister-in-law, Sister Wang Yun, dinner is ready, come out and eat."
"Okay, coming right away."
Fang Qiao responded very softly, but even so, An An was still woken up.
She's very good at timing; she always wakes up around mealtimes and rarely misses a meal.
When An'an woke up, she didn't cry or fuss. She just kept rubbing her eyes with her hands and making whimpering noises.
Fang Qiao gently coaxed her.
Xiao Jing walked in and said, "Sister-in-law, go wash your hands first, I'll hold An'an."
Fang Qiao nodded: "Take it easy."
They have been dividing their work in this way for a period of time.
"I know." Xiao Jing nodded, rolled up her sleeves, carried An An out of the inner room, and placed her on the dining chair next to the dining table.
After Wang Yun sat down, she noticed that there were only four bowls and chopsticks on the table. Puzzled, she asked Fang Qiao, "When does Cheng Baidong get off work? Aren't we going to wait for him?"
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