"Are you going to the water room to get some hot water now?"

Li Chunli saw Song Fuyu holding the room's kettle in her hand and thought she didn't know where the water room was.

"I want to get a kettle of hot water."

"A lot of things happened yesterday. I was so tired that I didn't even take a shower. I fell asleep as soon as I entered the room. Now I want to get some hot water to wash up."

Li Chunli pointed out the location of the water room to her and added, "Every room you stay in can get two pots of hot water from the water room for free every day. If you need more than two pots, you have to pay for it yourself, one cent per pot."

After all, the boiler room in their hotel uses coal as fuel, which is quite expensive to burn.

"If you want to take a bath, you can go to the bathhouse next door, but it will only open after 4pm and close at 8pm."

"Five cents per person, and another five cents for a bath."

"Okay, I understand Aunt Li."

Song Fuyu thanked Li Chunli, took the kettle to the water room to get a pot of free hot water, and returned to his room on the second floor.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began to plan her schedule for the day.

I called the newspaper yesterday and asked them to publish a statement that the original owner had severed ties with her scumbag father. I haven't paid them yet, so I have to send the money to them today.

After that, I have to go to the address on the letter to find Zhou's mother, hoping that she is still there.

If she had enough time, she would like to go to the black market here today.

The 1,500 yuan compensation from work and the money from selling the house were enough for her to use in the next few years of living in the countryside, but she had no tickets, so she had to take advantage of the few days she had left to go to the black market and find someone to exchange some tickets.

The newspaper office should start work at eight o'clock, so Song Fuyu ate something in the space.

At seven o'clock, she found an old canvas bag in the space, changed into a set of clothes with fewer patches on the original owner, and went downstairs again.

"Aunt Li, I'd like to ask you which street the Hengshi Daily News is on? Do you know?"

"You want to go to the newspaper office? That's a bit far. It will probably take more than half an hour by car."

"Go out and turn left. Go straight along this road for about 500 meters. There is a bus stop there. When you see the No. 2 bus, ask the driver if it can take you to the newspaper office."

"Okay, I'll go first, and I'll talk to you later."

Song Fuyu came to the bus stop as Li Chunli said.

After waiting for about ten minutes, bus No. 2 slowly approached from a distance.

She asked the driver and after confirming that the bus could take her to the newspaper office, she spent three cents to buy a ticket.

I found a seat at the back and sat down. It was eleven stops from this station to the newspaper office.

Song Fuyu sat in the car, watching the constantly changing scene outside the window as the car passed by, feeling a little emotional.

This era is indeed as backward and depressing as I have seen on the Internet before.

Most people on the street wear dark clothes. Among hundreds of people, there may be very few people wearing other bright-colored clothes.

However, city dwellers had relatively more opportunities to obtain cloth coupons, and there were very few people with patched clothes on the street.

It is extremely rare to see someone like her wearing clothes full of patches.

This dress was chosen by her after careful selection from that woven bag and after careful comparison.

But there are still seven or eight patches.

Song Fuyu didn't dare to move too much, for fear that his clothes would tear accidentally.

After returning to the hotel tonight, she would have to make herself a few sets of clothes so that she wouldn't look as shabby as she did now.

At almost eight o'clock, the bus finally stopped at the bus stop in front of the newspaper office.

After getting off the bus, she saw a two-story building in front of her. On the wall next to the gate on the first floor, the words "Hengshi Japanese Publishing House" were written in large letters.

Song Fuyu straightened his clothes and walked in.

"Hello, comrade. I would like to ask you a question. I called yesterday to publish the content in the newspaper, but I haven't paid yet. Where can I pay?"

She asked a female comrade who was closest to the door. When she heard the question, she slowly raised her head.

"Just pay me directly."

"Tell me your name, please. I want to see how much it is in total."

"My name is Song Fuyu."

When the other party heard her name, he immediately stopped flipping through the registration book.

It was she who answered the phone call yesterday when Song Fuyu wanted to break off relations with his parents.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a girl who looked only in her teens, with gauze wrapped on her head.

She didn't ask any specific questions about why the article was published in the newspaper and why it was required to be published in the newspaper the next morning.

After all, every now and then someone would call the newspaper and ask for a statement to be published severing ties with their family.

A few years ago, they would still be curious, but now they have long been accustomed to it.

"Someone has already paid for your advertisement."

"Director Chen sent someone here about ten minutes before you arrived. You can go back now."

Song Fuyu, who had just run away, walked out of the newspaper office.

Director Chen seems to be a bit too nice to her...

She has no way to repay him!

After leaving the newspaper office, she walked all the way west, passed a newsstand, picked up a copy of that day's newspaper, and found the small piece of text that belonged to her at the bottom of the center column.

Newspapers have indeed published many such statements of severing ties.

In just a few dozen words, she completely cleared herself from all relationships with Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu, and wrote at the end, "I, Song Fuyu, officially declare that I have severed the father-daughter relationship with Song Hao and will never contact him again."

However, this is actually just the first step in dealing with Song Hao.

She spent thirty cents to buy five newspapers in one go and asked for a map of Heng City.

If she becomes rich in the future and Song Hao and his people stick to her like a dog-skin plaster, she will throw a newspaper at them and ask them to open their eyes and read the contents clearly.

Song Fuyu unfolded the map he had bought and confirmed the approximate location of the address in the letter, which was not too far away.

She didn't plan to take a car, so she just walked slowly and took a look at the city environment.

Three days later, from the moment I boarded the train to the countryside, I would probably not have the chance to come back for at least a few years.