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Yu Songyu felt that her words were still too conservative. She guessed that the other party also thought that pork was a scarce commodity; sometimes, even if you had a ticket, you still couldn't buy it at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
"When it's available, you need to order a whole one. Chickens, ducks, fish, rice, and flour—at the earliest, it will take three days. I'll come with the money then, and you can pick up the goods!"
To ease everyone's concerns, Yu Songyu spoke casually. However, this was not difficult for her; she just needed to make a trip to the Agricultural Trade Market to sort everything out.
"But Aunt, can I use your little courtyard for a couple of days? It would be convenient for me to bring in the goods."
"Ah, here are the keys."
Hearing Yu Songyu's words, everyone became excited, including the Landlady who had just come out from the back room.
The Old Lady's family had been in business for generations and had owned a large shop. They had also produced officials for the court and were considered descendants of nobility. During those years of struggle, the Old Lady's family contributed money and supplies, almost exhausting their resources to support the Revolutionary Team.
As a result, in the 1950s, many landlords lost their land and property, but the Old Lady's shop and residence on this street were mostly preserved as a thank-you for their generous assistance.
Years passed, and family members gradually left; the Old Lady never married and was now left all alone. Although she had a house and money now, she found it difficult to enjoy life due to her age and the prevailing circumstances. She no longer cared much about her attire; her current pursuit was simply to satisfy her appetite.
So when she heard Yu Songyu talking with everyone, she felt as if she had struck gold.
"Besides chickens, ducks, fish, and meat, is there anything else to eat?" The Old Lady eagerly handed her list to Yu Songyu.
"Yes! Snacks—various kinds of snacks. And if there's anything specific you want, just let me know; I'll do my best to find it. But I must say this: what I have in stock cannot be spoken of outside unless it's someone you truly trust. I’m warning you in advance—if anyone goes out and causes trouble by spreading rumors, I won’t let it slide."
While Yu Songyu wanted to make money, she didn’t want to be accused of speculation during this era. In truth, she didn’t need to say this; these people wouldn’t spread rumors either. They were thrilled to be able to buy these items without tickets and with no limits on supply!
"Xiao Yu, don’t worry! I definitely won’t say anything outside!"
"Yes! You can trust us; we won’t tell anyone!"
"Right! Miss Yu, we’ll be leaving in a few days anyway; even if we wanted to talk about it, there’s nowhere to do so!"
Yu Songyu smiled at them; she believed their words wholeheartedly.
It’s not that I can’t say anything at all; I do want to express my intentions, but the premise must be that you trust me and find me reliable.
The Old Lady took out paper and pen, and a few of them took turns writing down what they wanted before leaving with eager anticipation.
In front of the village, Yu Songyu took Li Xiuzhen to the medicine shop, where they gathered some remedies for bruises and those that would aid in wound healing.
Zhao Lianzhi's injuries were shocking to behold, and Yu Songyu couldn’t bear to stand by idly.
By the time they reached the village, it was already dark. From a distance, Yu Songyu spotted a figure diligently shoveling snow near her home.
"Yang Qinghe, why are you still here?"
Yu Songyu jumped down from the Ox Cart and looked around at the snow, which had been completely cleared away.
"You can’t possibly have been doing this all this time, right?"
As Yu Songyu approached Yang Qinghe, she noticed that despite the cold winter, he radiated warmth. Sweat glistened on his forehead and cheeks.
"No, I’m not tired!"
Yang Qinghe lifted his head to look at Yu Songyu. It was as if seeing her made all his fatigue and hardships vanish.
"Are you silly? Come on, let’s go inside and rest for a bit!"
Yu Songyu raised her arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with her sleeve, then took his hand and led him inside.
After they finished dinner, Yu Songyu walked Yang Qinghe to the door.
"Yang Qinghe!"
"Xiao Yu!"
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