Ye Wenhui’s words left Ye Wenjuan half-dead with anger. Ye Wenhui couldn’t care less if Ye Wenjuan got angry or how that anger manifested. Throughout their childhood and into adulthood, Ye Wenjuan had framed her countless times. Ye Wenhui knew exactly what Ye Wenjuan was thinking now and had no intention of indulging her. She wants *my* help? Dream on.
Jumping out of the vehicle, Qiao Wenyu saw that Wei Zijia wasn’t harmed and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Wei Zijia, however, was clearly terrified. Qiao Wenyu wanted to comfort her personally, but the situation was hardly appropriate, so he could only stand there, feeling anxious.
Seeing how frightened the girl was, Yunyi, having already saved her, thought, I might as well go the whole hog. She reached out and pressed the girl’s Xiaotianxin Acupoint and Baihui Acupoint; these acupoints help to calm fright, soothe the nerves, and relieve shock.
The official from the Educated Youth Office hurried over. By the time he had understood the situation, Wei Zijia had also calmed down.
Seeing Wei Zijia was all right, Qiao Wenyu turned to the Educated Youth Office officials with a dark expression. "Ye Wenjuan pushed someone off the truck! Her intentions are malicious, and she must be severely punished."
With the young master of the Qiao Family speaking up, the Educated Youth Office officials couldn’t very well refuse. "Which one of you is Ye Wenjuan?" one of them asked. "Come and apologize to Comrade Wei Zijia. After reporting to the Hua’an Agricultural Reclamation Group, you are to submit a self-criticism to the Group authorities."
Ye Wenjuan hadn’t expected to write a self-criticism before even reaching the Agricultural Reclamation Group. Her anger was so intense that her fingernails dug into her palms. While inwardly cursing Wei Zijia, she also began to hate Qiao Wenyu and everyone who had just spoken up for Wei Zijia. Naturally, this included Yunyi, who had caught Wei Zijia as she fell from the truck.
Seeing that Wei Zijia had recovered, Qiao Wenyu said to Yunyi, "Comrade, thank you so much."
Yunyi waved her hand. "It’s good that she’s fine. There’s no need for thanks."
Qiao Wenyu insisted on expressing his gratitude. "Comrade, we’re educated youth from the Hua’an Agricultural Reclamation Group. Could you give us your address? Once we’re settled, we’ll definitely visit to express our thanks properly."
After some back-and-forth, Yunyi learned their names. They were so enthusiastic that Yunyi had no choice but to reveal that she too was an educated youth sent to the countryside, and she gave them her address. Updates are released by novel※fire.net
At that moment, an official from the Educated Youth Office interjected, "Songling Village and the Hua’an Agricultural Reclamation Group are separated by just one mountain. However, only those with considerable skill dare to cross it. After all, large animals often roam those mountains; it’s very dangerous."
Curious, Qiao Wenyu asked, "How far is it if we take the main road?"
The official from the County Educated Youth Office chuckled. "If you take the main road, it’s quite a distance—almost fifteen or sixteen li. However, the road from the Agricultural Reclamation Group to the commune and the county town passes the turnoff for Songling Village. From that junction, it’s less than two li to Songling Village."
Once again confirming that Wei Zijia was fine, Yunyi then departed.
After all, she still wanted to find the county’s black market. That way, I can sell the rabbits, pheasants, and ’silly roe deer’ from my space next time. She had also recently discovered a wild boar den and planned to harvest it once her Inner Strength had increased a bit more.
She couldn’t find the black market, but she did stumble upon the Agricultural Tool Cooperative. After persistently coaxing and flattering the old gatekeeper for a long time, the old man, feeling a rush of enthusiasm, let Yunyi in through the back door.
Posing as a distant relative of his, she managed to buy sickles, hoes, a shovel, a rake, and a pickaxe. It’s a bit of a shame, though, she thought. If I’d only known they sold buckets here too, I could have saved those few industrial coupons.
Yunyi didn’t let the old man help for nothing. As she was leaving, using her backpack for cover, she discreetly slipped him a bag of brown sugar. "Thank you for your help today, Old Sir," she said.
Though the old man feigned refusal, the unconcealed pleasure on his face gave him away. "If you need anything in the future, just come by," he said, his expression beaming. "The factory sells its products to everyone anyway."