The ox cart from Hanyang Commune drove directly into the cadre school and took Lin Wanjun to her doorstep.
Originally, Song Zhanjin wanted to carry Lin Wanjun home directly. After all, Lin Wanjun was so small that he could lift her with one hand.
But Lin Wanjun refused.
Holding the hands of Li Yuetang and Wu Hongxia, Lin Wanjun got out of the car and looked at Du Jianwu.
"Director Du, please wait a moment. I'll get some New Year's goods for the villagers!"
Then she looked at Song Zhanjin.
"Come in and help me move my things."
The bedroom was empty, not even a grain of wheat, let alone New Year's goods.
Lin Wanjun looked at Song Zhanjin, and Song Zhanjin also looked at Lin Wanjun, and the couple just stared at each other.
"Aren't we sending them New Year's goods? Do you need me to go in and move them?"
He pointed at the red mark on Lin Wanjun's finger and said, "I haven't seen my great-grandfather in a few days. This is a good opportunity to say hello to him."
Okay, he still remembers the space ring. It seems that this guy’s memory has really recovered.
Lin Wanjun's mind moved, and she saw dozens of bags of flour, three 20-kilogram barrels of rapeseed oil and two pieces of pork appear out of thin air, neatly placed in the corner.
Even though Song Zhanjin was mentally prepared, he was still stunned when he saw such a magical scene.
It’s indeed a family heirloom!
There were seventy-two households in Hanyang Commune, and Lin Wanjun took out another seventy-five bags of snacks.
There were also several boxes of oranges and pears, which were rare in this season, filling the room.
"Do you know how to explain to Director Du the source of these supplies?"
Lin Wanjun looked at Song Zhanjin and asked him questions.
Song Zhanjin was very tactful and immediately replied, "Just say it was sent by Aunt Jingru!"
Anyway, everyone knows that Lin Wanjun has a special relationship with Minister Yang in the provincial capital, and they also know that she recognizes Minister Yang's daughter as her aunt.
Minister Yang has a wealthy family and a lot of money, so it's reasonable and normal for him to send some rice, flour, grain and oil.
So Song Zhanjin walked outside and said to Du Jianwu, "Come on, go in and move some things. Aunt Jingru sent some New Year's goods to Junjun, but she was thinking about the folks in Hanyang Commune, so she had to share some with you."
Du Jianwu thought it was just a few symbolic bags of grain and didn't take it seriously.
When he followed Song Zhanjin into the house and saw rice, flour, grain, oil, and even snacks and fruits, he was stunned.
How can this be considered New Year’s goods?
White flour, rapeseed oil, and pork are good things that cannot be bought even with tickets as the New Year approaches!
Not to mention the fruits and snacks that are not available all year round.
“This…this is inappropriate!”
How could Du Jianwu collect so many things?
During the time that Lin Wanjun stayed in Hanyang Commune, she treated the villagers for free, which made him, as the director, feel very guilty about it.
"Director Du, no matter what kind of relationship it is, it's a two-way street. You trust me and support me, and that's the best way to repay me."
Lin Wanjun said, "Sharing these things with the villagers will help them have a prosperous New Year with ample food and clothing. This is better than anything else!"
Du Jianwu did not refuse again.
He made a rough estimate and found that the things in front of him were enough to give each household 30 kilograms of white flour, more than a kilogram of rapeseed oil, and 30 to 40 kilograms of meat...
If this isn’t a good year with plenty of food and clothing, what is?
"Doctor Lin, let me make this clear today: as long as I remain in Hanyang Commune, I will lead my fellow villagers to prosperity."
"Ten years from now, twenty years from now, when you come back and watch it, I guarantee you'll be amazed."
Lin Wanjun smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'll wait for that day to come."
In fact, the future of Hanyang Commune was mentioned in the original plot. In just a few years, Du Jianwu led everyone to become rich and it became a national model rural area.
Du Jianwu never forgets the person who dug the well. After leading the whole village to prosperity, he took a train to Beicheng with a bag of local specialties and specifically told the female protagonist Dong Yingying the good news.
Now, they have all broken free from the constraints of the original plot and can live under the halo of their own creation and become the protagonists of their own lives.
After seeing Du Jianwu off, Lin Wanjun called Qin Sijun into the room.
Qin Sijun couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw hundreds of bags of flour and rice, four pigs and two sheep in the corner of the room.
Since he was sent to the cadre school, he has never seen so much meat at once!
There are also snacks, dried fruits and various fruits, even several large bags of children's favorite fruit candies.
There were more than a dozen pieces of cloth on the bed, including khaki cloth suitable for making clothes for men, and floral cotton cloth suitable for sewing clothes for women.
"This... Minister Yang sent so many things?"
Because Song Zhanjin had mentioned it outside before, Qin Sijun knew that Yang Jingru had come to deliver something.
Indeed, Yang Jingru sent a car to the cadre school last night, saying that she was delivering something to Lin Wanjun, but Qin Sijun did not ask much about what it was.
But he didn't expect that such a seemingly inconspicuous pickup truck could hold so many things.
Even what Du Jianwu just took away would have to fill at least half a truck, right?
"Everyone has had a hard time this winter. We've worked hard all year. Let's have a good New Year's Eve, eat and drink well, so we can have the energy to welcome the new year."
After saying that, Lin Wanjun picked up another box and stuffed it into Qin Sijun's hands.
"This is for you."
The box was not sealed, and Qin Sijun saw ink and fountain pens, as well as brushes and rice paper, and a hard-cover notebook at a glance.
"There are also hairbands and rubber bands that girls like, as well as more than ten meters of the most beautiful Dacron fabric with the most beautiful patterns. These are my gifts for my godmother and sister."
Lin Wanjun said, "They've come all the way here to celebrate the New Year, you can't not prepare anything, right?"
At this moment, Qin Sijun's eyes were a little moist.
When he received a telegram from his wife saying that they were planning to come to the cadre school to celebrate the New Year, he started to make arrangements.
But in this barren place, what decent gifts can we get?
He could only dye the thin linen rope red and braid a hairband for his daughter. As for his wife...
He had never been willing to eat the snacks that Lin Wanjun had given him before, even though they had become hard, he still kept them because his wife liked sweets.
"Don't be so honest when distributing things. Leave more of these candies and snacks for godmother and sister. Let them take them back!"
Lin Wanjun said with a smile, and stuffed a few bottles of soda that can only be bought in big cities into the box.
Yes, for Qin Sijun, who was once high and mighty, these things were insignificant, and he wouldn't even take a second look at them.
But having fallen into the dust and doing the hardest and most tiring job of pulling dung, he had long been worn down by the years.
No one knew better than him how precious the things Lin Wanjun sent were.
Before Qin Sijun could say thank you, Lin Wanjun spoke first.
"When you get your job back, don't think I'm asking for too much!"
This made Qin Sijun laugh.
"Okay! Okay! As long as I can be reinstated, I'll give you whatever you want!"
Qin Sijun immediately had everyone at the cadre school brought everything outside and called everyone to come and collect the New Year's goods...
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