The textile factory in the family compound gave them a lot of benefits, and Xin'an and her uncles and cousins also sent Song Qing a lot of things. The postman has come to her house countless times these days.
"These are for Auntie San, these are for Director Zhang, and these are for Zhao Qin..."
She has to prepare a simple gift and send it to all sorts of people she can think of, including neighbors and colleagues. In the past, her mother would take care of these things, but now she has to do them herself, which keeps her extremely busy.
Fortunately, Lu Yang was also there to help. In those days, resources were scarce, and people would exchange gifts back and forth. In the end, the gift that was given out at the beginning might even come back to you.
"And your colleagues, they were the ones who helped tidy up our yard back then. Since they can't go home for the New Year anyway, we'll invite them over for a meal."
My older cousin sent some seafood; didn't you say your boss grew up by the sea? These are perfect gifts for him.
These days, whenever Lu Ronghui has free time, she goes to the educated youth settlement to help them with the winery's affairs. She basically has no time to stay at home. An'an also stays at her third aunt's house and refuses to come back, so it's just the two of them at home.
Lu Yang sat down boldly on the sofa cushion in the main room. This sofa cushion was made by Song Qing and was filled with straw and cotton cloth.
Watching her ramble on while frowning, the snow in the yard was swept clean. The sun was shining brightly in the house, and after a while she simply closed her eyes.
"Smack!"
There wasn't enough stuff to go around, and Song Qing was wondering whether to buy more at the department store or divide it up further when she saw him leaning on the sofa like nothing had happened, and even closing his eyes. She was so angry that she grabbed the stuff and started hitting him.
"Ouch"
Lu Yang let out a groan and quickly stood up, clutching his thigh. He glanced cautiously at his wife's face and said, "...I'll do it, you go and rest."
"What are you doing here? Do you know how many people we need to distribute to, or what they gave us?"
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was home, Lu Yang became much bolder. He quickly got up, went over, and gently hugged her, saying with a smile, "Then you sit to the side. If I do something wrong, then you can say so."
Song Qing snorted and sat down on the sofa to let him get busy.
He had plenty of supplies at home: game from the winter hunt, frozen fish, various vegetables from the cellar, pickled vegetables, and old dried and salted meat. Who would have thought that he spent last year's Spring Festival alone in his dormitory?
If Lu Yang's subordinates and colleagues knew that in his eyes they weren't even human beings, and were all alone, they might come to him one by one to have a word with him.
The couple bickered and busied themselves at home for most of the afternoon, finally managing to divide the gifts. Now that the most troublesome issue was resolved, at least they wouldn't have anything to worry about until spring.
"Oh dear, I almost forgot the most important thing. The package hasn't been mailed yet. You need to take it to the post office right away."
Song Qing prepared a lot of things for her parents' family, including her older brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and several cousins, fearing that if she delayed any longer, the post office would close and she wouldn't be able to send them out before the New Year.
Lu Yang sighed and quickly got up. Song Qing took a large bag, packed the items, wrote his name on the package, and asked him to go to the post office.
The textile factory's shifts were scheduled to continue until three days before the Lunar New Year. However, the factory knew that everyone would be too distracted to work in the last few days, so they only arranged for them to go back to the factory to do some finishing work.
On New Year's Eve, the factory and the military region held a joint party. Song Qing was glad that this didn't happen to her; she was extremely nervous when she went to draw lots on behalf of her department.
If you get drawn, you'll have to spend time rehearsing for the performance. Everyone is looking forward to the New Year holiday and no one wants to prepare a performance.
However, Lu Ronghui was not so lucky. Her group was selected, so she had to stay at the factory after get off work every day, and occasionally help the winery. She was busier than anyone else in her family.
An'an was very interested in her aunt's show and even wanted to go on it. Lu Yang and Song Qing had to put in a lot of effort to stop her from having this idea.
On the day Guan Lian left, Song Qing still had to work, so he only said goodbye to her at the factory gate.
"...Happy New Year, Sister Guan!"
Knowing that she would be busy with various things and probably wouldn't be back until after the New Year, Song Qing simply wished her a Happy New Year first.
"Go back and have a good New Year first. You don't need to worry about Xiao Liang here."
Guan Lian smiled and gently hugged her. Song Qing sighed inwardly; Guan Lian would keep Chen Wei's family very busy.
"You can go without worry. After the New Year, when you and Xiaosheng come back, I'll take him to the city to see a movie. Speaking of which, I envy you. You have a holiday so soon. We still have to work a few more days."
"……Thank you"
Guan Lian waved goodbye to her while carrying her bag, and Song Qing sighed and went back to work at the factory.
As Guan Lian sat in the train station, looking at the train stopped on the tracks, she had a strange feeling, as if she had just brought Xiao Sheng to this unfamiliar city.
I thought I wouldn't be going back for at least the next few years, but I didn't expect it to be so soon!
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