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On the way to Aunt Wang's house, Yang Qinghe briefly introduced Yu Songyu to the daily work of the Zhiqing.
In winter, it was more challenging to go up the mountain, and by the time they arrived, it would usually be noon. Your job is to measure the diameter of the wood and then take notes.
“Oh,” Yu Songyu nodded in response. It didn’t sound too difficult. However, even if it were hard, she would learn slowly. To integrate into this era, she had to adapt to her current identity.
Yang Qinghe glanced at the young girl beside him; she was indeed quite frail, and he felt a pang of sympathy.
“Just work alongside everyone for now. When spring comes, if there are openings at the Lin Industry Bureau Broadcast Station, I’ll help you apply for one.”
“Sure! That sounds great! I’m quite suited for it!” Yu Songyu replied confidently. Back in school, she had been part of the Lin Industry Bureau Broadcast Station, which gave her the courage to say so.
“Mm!” The man answered briefly but thought to himself that this girl was certainly not modest.
Yu Songyu was unaware of his thoughts and didn’t know that people in this era tended to be more reserved. She just felt that life in this time seemed quite good; interactions between people were more genuine than in modern times.
People here didn’t spend all their time glued to their phones, wasting precious moments.
However, before she could fully embrace this life, there were still some things she wanted to clarify, such as her family’s past.
She remembered Chen Luzhi mentioning that before her family’s downfall, they had lived humbly and struggled for survival. It wasn’t until her relative committed suicide by jumping off a building that their family began to live well.
She wondered if her relative’s death was connected to her situation; if so, she needed to be aware of it.
Yang Qinghe noticed something unique about the girl in front of him and took a moment to steal a few glances when she wasn’t paying attention. She was beautiful, but there seemed to be an unspoken sorrow lingering in her eyes that tugged at his heartstrings.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at Aunt Wang's house. Yang Qinghe stopped in his tracks, and Yu Songyu looked at him in confusion.
“Yu Zhiqing, you must need money since you lost your belongings. I have some here; take it.” He pulled out a roll of money from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Thank you, Comrade Yang! But don’t worry; I’ll definitely pay you back as soon as possible!” Yu Songyu said as she lowered her head to count the money.
"Comrade Yang, it costs thirteen yuan and eighty-seven cents. Do you have a pen? I'll write you an IOU!"
In truth, with the ability to traverse between two eras, food and clothing were not difficult for Yu Songyu. However, everyone here knew that her luggage had been lost, and it was impossible for her to openly take out modern items without raising suspicion. If she were mistaken for a traitor or a spy, the consequences would be severe.
Thus, the money that Yang Qinghe lent her became particularly precious.
No! Just two simple words would suffice. After saying this, Yang Qinghe knocked on Aunt Wang's door.
Once everything was settled, Yang Qinghe left.
"Aunt Wang, from now on, I'll deliver my rations directly to you; I don't eat much!"
Yu Songyu understood well the feeling of being dependent on others. Although she lived with her maternal grandmother in the modern era, her situation was not much better than being a guest; it was even worse at times.
"My dear child, there's no need to be so formal. I'm delighted that you don't mind this old woman keeping you company!"
Aunt Wang's smile was genuine, and Yu Songyu could feel the warmth in her heart. Though she called her Aunt Wang, by age, Aunt Wang could very well be her grandmother.
Aunt Wang's warmth was not feigned; Yu Songyu could sense her sincerity. Compared to her modern life where she had to deal with a mother-in-law who encouraged her son to beat his wife and children, Aunt Wang was a breath of fresh air!
The next morning, Yu Songyu joined other Zhiqing to go up the mountain to measure timber. It was the coldest season of the year, with temperatures dropping close to freezing.
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