"The lower volume of Hong Kong City Business Line" Cousin picks up cousin
After the trustee left, Lin Yiyi returned to her room and began to worry again.
She looked around the room and found that apart from the original furnishings in the room, only the screen belonged to her, which she left for her cousin's wife.
Passbooks and gold nuggets, bicycles and strollers.
She was in a hurry to leave, as the latter two items could not be exchanged for much money, and the main point was that the exchange money was not enough to go to Hong Kong.
After thinking about it, Lin Yiyi took out the biscuit box and found the undated letter of introduction to the south that Zhao Sheng had prepared for her. She finally used it.
She took the passbook and the small bag and went to the kitchen. Seeing her cousin's wife washing dirty jars, Lin Yiyi said softly, "Sister-in-law, I'm going out for a while. Wash the plastic and jars and hang them up first. I'll pack the pickles myself when I come back."
"It's almost time for dinner. Where are you going? Go early and come back early."
As if remembering something, Tian Meiling stopped rubbing the jar with the old loofah and said, "But... Yiyi, where did you get this jar from?
It took several wash basins of water to get it clean, and the hole on the mouth of the jar was patched up."
It's quite shabby, and there's no lid yet, so I can only use the plastic seal to press stones on top.
"Put the cans aside first. Sister-in-law, do you want a bicycle? I can't take it with me when I go south."
Tian Meiling hesitated, "...I, I don't want it."
With the bicycle, it would be convenient for her to go to the factory with Zhao Jun, but she had just got a job and didn't have much money left.
All hesitant answers have a desired meaning.
Lin Yiyi saw it clearly, tilted her head and smiled, "How about I give it to you at a discount?"
"..." Tian Meiling wanted to refuse outright, but she also wanted to have a bicycle. Although she was short of money, she couldn't help but ask, "...How much...?"
Lin Yiyi looked down at her cousin's wife who was squatting on the ground helping her wash the jars. She didn't tease her, but said gently and sincerely, "It's only 9.9 yuan. I wish you and my cousin a long and happy life."
"Yiyi, you..." Tian Meiling stood up, not knowing where to put her hands and feet. Her face showed both embarrassment and joy. She was embarrassed because she was taking advantage of her sister-in-law, but happy that her family could also have a bicycle.
"This price is the most expensive." Lin Yiyi saw her expression and just smiled gently.
The most expensive thing is to accompany each other and never leave each other.
The two looked at each other, and there was no need to say anything unsaid.
"I don't think it will be easy to sell baby strollers. It's a worry..." Lin Yiyi muttered something to ruin the atmosphere and turned around and left the kitchen.
She went straight to a bank and withdrew 3,000 yuan in savings, as well as her 500 yuan deposit, plus Zhao Sheng's 500 yuan salary, a total of 4,000 yuan.
She wrapped it in oil paper, put it into a small handbag, and hurried to find the old Chinese doctor.
She asked an old Chinese doctor with a white beard to check her pulse. He advised her to relax and nourish her heart, think less and move more, and he confirmed that she was fine. Lin Yiyi asked for a stomach-nourishing prescription and said she wanted to give a gift to her elders, so she bought some slightly more expensive medicinal herbs from the old Chinese doctor.
Deer antler and Ganoderma lucidum.
"You need to go to the Forestry Bureau and find someone you know."
How does she know someone from the Forestry Bureau?
Lin Yiyi was a little disappointed. With no hope of spending money, she returned to Lihua Alley with two palm-sized pieces of oil-paper medicinal herbs.
After lunch, I went to the grocery store and department store, leaving only the food coupons for a few days of eating on the road.
After spending all the receipts she had saved from frugality and the receipts Zhao Sheng gave her, there wasn't much left, after all, receipts were needed for her food and drink expenses for most of the year.
She had several thousand dollars in her hand, but she couldn't even buy anything of value to bring with her. She was at a huge loss.
Lin Yiyi did not waste the two remaining coupons for drinks and food, and bought two bottles of white wine. In order to maximize the use of money, she chose the most expensive white wine at eight yuan a bottle.
The outer packaging is actually very similar to a certain liquor from the original world, but the logo of this liquor is a sunflower.
The remaining 3,900 yuan stumped her. Adding her own pocket money, it became more than 4,000 yuan.
After returning home from shopping in the afternoon, Lin Yiyi knocked off the excess soil on the clod of earth like a thief to reduce the weight, and then wrapped it with plastic film.
After being cleaned by my cousin's wife, the jar revealed its true appearance. The jar was grayish white, and it was a bit of a stretch to call it white. It was like a cement wall painted white, with the base color faintly showing through.
Place a layer of each type of pickles on the bottom of the jar, put two bags of plastic against the edge of the jar, and then pour in the remaining pickles.
Cover the mouth with plastic film, wrap it with two turns of rope and you're done.
The next day, Monday, Lin Yiyi went to the street housing management office to inquire about the change of the land deed, because the person involved directly changed his name to his adoptive father Lin Jie.
Except for a small accident on the way home, overall everything was arranged well.
In the evening, Lin Yiyi wrote three letters to explain things, one to her cousin, one to the farm, and one to Xu Jianchang in Beijing.
However, she planned to mail the letter after arriving in Qianzhen.
On February 18, 1979, Lin Yiyi followed the trustee on a train to the south.
Because it was after the Chinese New Year, Gao Ming didn't buy a sleeper berth, so there were two hard seats and one empty seat, so the three of them took turns sitting together along the way.
After dozens of hours, my legs and feet were numb and stiff, and my back and waist ached. If it weren't for the pickle jar that I could use as a stool to sit on, it would have been really painful.
It was early morning on the 20th when they arrived in Bao'an County. Lin Yiyi waited at the train station until dawn to mail three letters. After having breakfast at a state-owned restaurant, she took a car to Qianzhen.
Along the way, two male comrades helped carry our luggage and led the way in the car, and we soon arrived at Jingwen Ferry in Qianzhen.
After crossing a stone bridge, I arrived at the exit. There were not many people queuing to pass through customs, but the wait was extremely long.
Lin Yiyi held the application form for visiting relatives in her hand, her heart beating fast and she looked back at the trustee standing by the bridge from time to time.
Finally it was her turn. She was interrogated and signed before being released.
In just a few minutes, Lin Yiyi will set out on an unknown road alone, temporarily waving goodbye to the original black, blue and gray world.
Dragging the luggage and carrying the cans back and forth to move forward a distance, a short road bridge with no cars, Lin Yiyi spent almost an hour.
After crossing the Qianzhen River, walk along the road for seven or eight hundred meters to the Jingwen border crossing station and then enter the port city.
It took a lot of hard work to carry it for a distance.
A familiar figure came into view. Lin Yiyi burst into tears of joy, put down the jar of pickles in her arms, took off her waterproof backpack, and rushed towards him.
"cousin--"
Zhao Sheng stepped forward quickly, opened his arms to welcome her enthusiasm, his eyes full of love and tenderness. However, after the woman was in his arms, the man's expression suddenly turned into one of settling scores. He pinched her face hard, his tone serious and fierce.
"I told you to come to Qianzhen early but you didn't obey, so our family couldn't celebrate the New Year together."
"Ah~"
Lin Yiyi felt pain, looked up at him, waved the man's hand away, and grumbled aggrievedly: "I didn't know you really had a way to pick me up! How can you blame me?"
Zhao Sheng held her arms tighter, pursed his lips and smiled secretly, "Because you are my cousin."
"Why are you wearing such old clothes?"
Dozens of possibilities flashed through Lin Yiyi's mind. It's over. Was Zhao Sheng kicked out because he was disliked?
So did she come to Hong Kong City to work as a maid?
"Don't think too much. I'll tell you when we get back." Zhao Sheng took her hand and walked back to where the luggage was piled. He picked up all the luggage and led her along the road towards the port city.
After walking for about a few hundred meters, Zhao Sheng loaded all the luggage into the back seat of the retro car.
Lin Yiyi's confusion deepened, and she angrily muttered, "...You are dressed so poorly, where did you get the car?"
Zhao Sheng sighed and said helplessly, "You're starting to daydream again. Get in the car and follow me home first."
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