usatvline Chapter 112 Dahe Village 8
Chapter 112 Dahe Village 8
Beijing Railway Station
At this moment, the platform was bustling with people, and everywhere were people reluctant to say goodbye.
Many of the educated youth who were also sent to the countryside were saying their final goodbyes to their loved ones.
Seeing the old man with tears in his eyes, Ziyue quickly comforted him, "Grandpa, don't worry. I'll send you a letter when I get there. I'll take good care of myself, don't worry. You need to eat well, sleep well, and take good care of yourself at home, okay?"
Qing Wei'an suppressed her emotions and nodded repeatedly.
And then there's Qing Ziji, whose usually resolute eyes are now red and swollen, tightly holding Ziyue's hand and babbling on and on.
"Yueyue, once you get there, if you need anything, be sure to write home, okay? Don't let anyone bully you. I'll come see you whenever I have the chance. We'll send you things every month, so don't be stingy with the money..."
Ziyue gave him a hug. "Don't worry, brother, I'll take good care of myself. Don't worry about me."
Then, Ziyue turned to look at Huang Wenxiao and her parents.
Huang Jianzhong and Ji Zhiya watched Ziyue grow up from a young age, so it can be said that Ziyue was no different from their own daughter in their hearts.
Ji Zhiya and Huang Wenxiao stepped forward and hugged Ziyue tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, their faces full of reluctance.
Even the usually serious and aloof Uncle Huang had slightly red eyes at this moment.
Ziyue quickly patted their backs and comforted them, "Don't worry, I'll definitely take good care of myself. I'm very capable. I'll send you a letter as soon as I arrive."
Time will not stand still, and farewells will eventually come.
"Woo——"
With a long whistle from the train, the group had to say their final goodbyes.
Qing Ziji carried the two suitcases to Ziyue's seat on the train, gave Ziyue's head a big ruffled ruffle, and strode off the train without looking back.
But Ziyue knew he must have cried.
Ziyue's seat was right next to the window. Through the window, Ziyue waved to them. The train slowly started moving, and only when the group of people could no longer be seen did Ziyue take a deep breath and suppress the sadness of parting in her heart.
Ziyue then began to look around.
Sitting near her were the educated youth who had been sent to the countryside this time. Some had red eyes, some sat blankly, and others had eyes full of confusion and helplessness.
At this moment, a square-faced young man who looked mature and steady spoke first, "We're all educated youth going to the countryside this time, right? Why don't we introduce ourselves first, so we can look out for each other along the way?"
Some of the educated youth nodded in agreement, as if they had found a pillar of support.
At this moment, the boy who had spoken earlier continued, "Okay, I'll go first. My name is Qin Haoyang, I'm nineteen years old, and I'm going to the Moon Village of the Red Flag Brigade in Huiqiao City, Dong Province."
So, all the educated youth introduced themselves to each other. Four of them were going to Dahe Village in Lanshan Brigade, which was the place Ziyue was going to go to.
Besides herself, there's also the female lead, Tian Rong'er.
There was another girl, Yu Xiangqin, who wore patched clothes, had dark skin, a thin build, but exceptionally bright and expressive eyes.
Finally, there was a tall, cheerful-looking young man named Li Hongxin.
Coincidentally, the female lead, Tian Rong'er, was seated right next to Zi Yue.
Tian Rong'er is a very cheerful and lively girl. She is just 18 years old this year and has a cute appearance.
Ziyue had a pretty good impression of the female lead, so the two would chat occasionally along the way.
Trains in those days weren't fast, and the carriages were filled with all sorts of people. The noisy atmosphere and the rather hard seats made Ziyue not very interested in connecting with the other educated youth.
So Xiao Jiu'er played a movie for her. To outsiders, she appeared to be asleep with her eyes closed, but in reality, she was watching a movie.
When it was time for dinner, everyone took out the dry food they had brought and began to eat.
Some brought cornbread, others brought flatbread or steamed buns, and ate them with their own pickled vegetables or various sauces.
Families with better financial conditions would offer a few steamed buns, a box of dumplings, or eggs and pastries.
Even if she might have brought something better, it was on a train where everyone was unfamiliar with each other, and she was probably also afraid of being targeted by pickpockets, so she didn't actually see any really good food.
Ziyue took a lunchbox out of her canvas bag.
She put the large box of dumplings that Qing Ziji had prepared for her into her spatial storage after getting on the bus, leaving only a few boiled eggs and a few steamed buns in her canvas bag.
Ziyue simply followed the crowd and ate two meat buns. The buns had already gone cold, and the air in the train wasn't very good, so she really didn't have much of an appetite.
Even in the apocalypse, she never neglected her stomach. She wasn't very hungry anyway, so she just ate a little something to fill her stomach.
Once she arrived at her destination and settled in, she planned to treat herself to a good meal.
Using the canvas bag as cover, Ziyue put all the remaining buns and eggs into her spatial storage, leaving only two empty lunchboxes in the canvas bag.
The next morning, she simply followed the crowd and ate two boiled eggs and drank some water, which she considered her meal.
She stuffed a candy into her mouth and then closed her eyes to rest, as she hadn't slept well the night before.
At 11 a.m. the next day, the train finally arrived at the station.
The educated youth picked up their luggage and prepared to get off the bus.
Once you exit the train station, people from various teams will come to pick you up.
There were quite a lot of people, but far fewer than at Beijing's train stations.
Guided by Xiao Jiu'er, Zi Yue pretended to wander around aimlessly and easily led the other three people to the main group that had come to pick them up.
He was an older man, who looked to be in his fifties.
He was wearing patched gray clothes and was thin.
His weathered face was covered in wrinkles, his skin was dark and rough, and his eyes were somewhat cloudy, but they revealed a kind and benevolent look.
He said his surname was Zhang and that everyone could just call him Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang led a few people to a bullock cart tied to the roadside and told them to put their luggage down properly so they wouldn't accidentally fall off.
Uncle Zhang said that it takes more than three hours to get from Yingshui County to Dahe Village by oxcart.
The group sat on the oxcart, slowly moving away from the noisy crowd. The further they went, the more remote it became, but the environment was still quite nice.
The group was initially quite enthusiastic, but soon they lost all interest in speaking. After all, the road was really difficult to travel, full of potholes, and they felt like they were about to fall apart from the bumps.
Only Ziyue was able to persevere and occasionally appreciate the scenery around her.
When the group arrived at Dahe Village, it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon. Uncle Zhang first took them to see the village chief, who was also surnamed Zhang and named Zhang Jiandang.
After checking everyone's identification and letters of introduction, and settling the grain and oil supply arrangements, the village chief also inquired about each person's situation.
When he heard Ziyue say that she had studied medicine since childhood, his eyes lit up. This must be the child of the family that Lao Wang had told him about before.