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The sixth day of the first lunar month is suitable for traveling and moving.

Early in the morning, three cars were parked in front of Yang Qingdai's house.

In addition to the car left for Tang Danbai by his comrade-in-arms, the Zhang brothers each drove one to take Yang Qingdai and others to the capital.

After the farce, Tang Danni had a good talk with Tang Danbai and his sister for a whole night, which forced Tang Danbai to temporarily acknowledge Zhang Guochang's identity as his future brother-in-law.

He became so proud that he let slip to his mother during dinner at home that he boasted that his future wife had been admitted to the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Beijing.

This is simply out of control.

His mother keeps asking her about her future daughter-in-law every day.

When he learned that his future daughter-in-law was only in her twenties and had just been admitted to a university in Beijing, he felt inexplicably worried when he looked at his old son who looked like a black bear.

The girl's brother has a respectable job, and the girl was able to get into a top university when she went to the countryside as an educated youth. She is young and beautiful. On the other hand, her son looks uglier and uglier, and he can't even say nice things to make girls happy.

The old mother of the Zhang family is really worried about her youngest son's life-long affairs.

He urgently summoned his eldest son back overnight, asking him to help his younger brother send his future wife to the capital.

If he wasn't worried about putting pressure on Tang Danni, Zhang Guoqiang felt that his mother would really like to go and send her off herself.

So, his mother woke them up before five o'clock, urging them to wash up and go out quickly so as not to keep them waiting too long.

That’s why the previous scene happened. Before seven o’clock, the two brothers appeared in front of Yang Qingdai’s house in two cars.

Tang Danni and her siblings, Yang Qingdai and her brother, and Qu Dongdong were in one car, Zhang Guochang and the Chen brothers were in one car, and Zhang Daqiang and Yang Qingshan could only ride in the same car with Zhang Guoqiang.

Originally I thought there were only two cars and so many people would have to squeeze together to go to Beijing to warm up Yang Qingdai's house, but I didn't expect Zhang Guoqiang to come along.

Now that he's here, it would be unfair to him if he didn't put some more things in the car.

While they were moving their things, Yang Qingdai picked out a bunch of things from somewhere and asked them to stuff them into the trunk of Zhang Guoqiang's car.

Then I put one key to the front door with Secretary Yang and the other with Uncle Ma.

The Chen brothers bought the house at that time and entrusted Secretary Yang to help them sell it or rent it out.

Yang Qingdai gave all the remaining medicinal herbs at home to the brigade's clinic.

Although over the past year or so, both adults and children in the team have more or less learned about Chinese herbal medicines and know their efficacy, and can solve minor illnesses and pains on their own, they are ultimately not as good as processed medicines, and the prescriptions prescribed by doctors are not as safe.

The three cars slowly left Qingshan Brigade and started their new journey under the watchful eyes of Secretary Yang, the team leader, and the villagers of Qingshan Brigade who were familiar with them.

The ice and snow on the road had not completely melted yet, so the car was not going fast, which satisfied the wishes of several "passengers" in the car to enjoy the scenery along the way.

Especially Yang Ziling, it was her first time to go on a "trip" with her sister. She felt that everything she saw was very new and wanted to share it with her sister, so much so that she forgot about her previous motion sickness.

We stopped and walked along the way, and it took us four days to reach the capital.

When everyone got off the car in front of the courtyard gate, it was already evening, and Wang Changfeng was looking forward to it.

He really didn't expect that these people who drove here would spend twice as much time on the road as those who took the train.

The men moved the things in the car, big and small bags, to the vacant south room (the back house).

Wang Changfeng didn't dare to say anything. He could only lend a hand silently and move Yang Qingdai and her brother's belongings to the main room. Under the guidance of Wang Changfeng's mother, Qu Dongdong and Tang Danni put their belongings in the east wing.

Chen Yu and several other male comrades were all arranged to stay in the west wing opposite.

When they entered the house, they found that tea, pastries and oranges were ready, as well as hawthorns to suit the occasion.

I worked as a driver for three of the four days. I took off my shoes and lay down as soon as I entered the door.

I'm tired. I'm really tired.

The men in the Zhang brothers' car were thick-skinned and didn't care.

The saddest person was Tang Danbai. Those people in the car were like ancestors. He drove very nervously all the way, fearing that something might happen to them.

I can only switch cars with the Zhang brothers from time to time. It's a car full of men, so there's no pressure.

The thoughtful old lady also prepared hot water for them to wash.

After tidying up briefly, they found that Wang Changfeng and his mother had already prepared the food in the hall, waiting for them to come to the table.

Young people didn't have so many rules. They pulled Wang Changfeng and his mother to sit together, and everyone introduced themselves, starting with Yang Qingdai.

When Wang Changfeng was asked if he wanted to go to college, he was so scared that he choked on the soup he had just put in his mouth and started coughing.

She shook her head and waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'd better go find a job, stay there quietly, and then come back to watch the door for you, trim the flowers and plants to pay the rent."

Having seen too many intellectuals being persecuted over the years, he took his mother to hide in the countryside, where people often broke down his door to search if he had any books or things he shouldn't have hidden at home. When he went out, people threw stones and spat at him, so much so that he still has psychological trauma now.

Yang Qingdai shrugged, respecting the fate of others and wishing everyone well.

The hardships of several days' journey completely disappeared after a hearty meal, a warm bath, and a good night's sleep.

Yang Qingdai, who was in great interest, asked the Chen brothers to be tour guides and take everyone around the capital.

Who would have known that the first stop of their new journey, brought by the two of them and their group of people, was actually a stall selling soy milk in the alley, on which were placed spicy pickled vegetables, sesame cakes, fried dough sticks, and so on.

Yang Qingdai, who had tasted douzhi before, thought to herself that something was wrong and was thinking of finding an excuse to slip away, but Chen Yu had already called out to them to serve the douzhi and turned around to ask them what they wanted to go with it.

Some people who had never tasted the powerful taste of soy milk were very excited and ordered all the snacks on the stall.

When sitting down, Yang Qingdai stayed as far away from them as possible to avoid being splashed.

The biased one whispered to Yang Ziling, giving him a heads-up in advance: "The bean juice in the capital is fermented with mung bean water. The taste, well, is a bit hard to describe. When you drink it later, be slow and don't sip too much. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it and will spit it out directly."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Tang siblings, Yang Qingshan and Qu Dongdong had already spit out all the soy milk in their mouths.

It also splashed onto several people nearby, and the Chen brothers were helpless about it.

"What does this smell like?"

Tang Danbai and Yang Qingshan's faces turned green.

Tang Danni and Qu Dongdong also frowned, "Why does it feel like it's rotten?"

The Zhang brothers smelled the smell and solemnly put the soy milk back on the table.

Seeing Yang Qingdai's calm expression and Yang Ziling's immovable attitude, Zhang Guochang asked curiously, "Do you two know that this bean juice tastes wrong?"