Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Feng Qingqing walked around the yard a few more times before locking the house door and the yard gate and heading to the brigade headquarters.

It was time for the commune members to go to work, and everyone knew that Dr. Wang had left the brigade to go to his son's place. From now on, Feng Qingqing would be in charge of the brigade's clinic, so they all greeted her warmly. Feng Qingqing responded to everyone; she would be the sanitation worker from now on and needed to get to know everyone in the brigade.

She came to the brigade headquarters not to start work, but to officially begin working at the clinic starting today.

She came mainly to discuss with the brigade cadres when she could move to the clinic. Although she could move herself, it was still necessary to let them know in advance.

Upon opening the door, Feng Qingqing saw several cadres in the brigade office. Because she was quite familiar with Zhang Xiumei, the women's director, she went directly to her and explained the situation.

Zhang Xiumei was quite agreeable, after all, this was the proper thing to do. The old doctor always lived there when he was alive, so it wouldn't be a problem for Feng Qingqing to move in as well.

However, Zhang Xiumei hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Although the clinic is not far from the brigade headquarters, you are the only person living there at night. Aren't you scared, young girl?"

This is what Zhang Xiumei is worried about; everything else is fine.

Hearing this, Feng Qingqing laughed, knowing that Director Zhang had simply forgotten in his busy schedule. She smiled and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"Director Zhang, have you forgotten that I worked a full day and earned all my work points?"

After saying that, there was still a hint of pride in his expression.

Zhang Xiuping then slapped her forehead in realization:

"Oh dear, I completely forgot about that. Now that you're staying here, I'm not worried at all."

After the two agreed, Feng Qingqing went back. Moving her things was her private matter, so she didn't want to trouble the brigade.

After leaving the brigade headquarters, Feng Qingqing turned a corner and soon arrived at the home of the old bamboo craftsman she had bought furniture from when she first came to the countryside.

Old Bamboo Head was making a stool when he heard Feng Qingqing's purpose. He told her to choose from the finished products already made in the yard, and he would make one if she didn't find a suitable one.

Not wanting to waste time, Feng Qingqing picked out a few tools that were currently available in the clinic.

It mainly includes a five-tiered shelf, a square table, two stools, a washcloth towel rack, and two small stools.

Feng Qingqing thought for a moment and realized that this was all she could think of for now. She would buy more if needed later.

These items cost Feng Qingqing a total of eight yuan, which wasn't cheap.

I've already arranged with the old bamboo craftsman that his son will deliver it after he finishes work around noon.

After leaving the carpenter's house, Feng Qingqing thought for a moment and then went to the brigade headquarters to borrow an oxcart to go back and move her things.

When Feng Qingqing pushed the wooden cart back to the educated youth settlement, the courtyard was quiet, and Jiang Hongjun had also been quiet these past two days.

After entering the house, Feng Qingqing tidied up her visible belongings, putting some into her spatial storage and others into the camphor wood chest.

Just as she finished tidying up, she heard footsteps coming from outside the yard. She knew that Jiang Yun had returned.

Jiang Yun saw a cart in the yard and wondered who it belonged to. When she went inside and saw Feng Qingqing packing her things, her expression changed drastically.

This was something she hadn't expected. Although the relationship between the two sides had deteriorated significantly since they went to the countryside and they were practically strangers, at least they were under the same roof. If they wanted to ease the tension, it would be much easier, and it would also make it easier for her to keep track of Feng Qingqing's activities.

But this situation was beyond Jiang Yun's expectations. She was momentarily at a loss for words, and after a long pause, she stammered:

"Cousin, do we really have to come to this? We're blood relatives, we grew up together, are we really going to cut ties over some trivial matter? After all, Uncle and Aunt are no longer here."

As he spoke, his tone became threatening.

Feng Qingqing glanced coldly at Jiang Yun, scoffed, and her eyes showed disdain:

"What does it matter whether my parents are here or not? If your family hadn't been coming to my house every few days to freeload, do you think I would have had the chance to see you so often? You haven't forgotten what our two families were like back then, have you? Have you forgotten how my parents treated your mother? You've lied so much that you've even started to believe it yourself?"

Feng Qingqing didn't want to waste time on her, and ignoring Jiang Yun's unpleasant expression, she turned around and continued packing her things.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm herself down. She knew she had to do something today to salvage their already precarious relationship:

"Cousin, do you really have to be so ruthless? My brother and I may have done something outrageous in the heat of the moment, but we can apologize, even in front of all the club members. We just hope you can calm down."

She patiently lowered her stance, genuinely hoping that Feng Qingqing could return to how she was in the city. Even if that wasn't possible, at least outwardly they could get along, instead of acting as if they had a deep-seated hatred and would never speak to each other again.

She didn't understand why, she just acted on instinct at times. Most importantly, since going to the countryside, Jiang Yun had a vague feeling that her luck wasn't as good or as smooth as it was in the city, and she couldn't succeed at anything, which caused her great panic.

This could cause her self-confidence, which she had built up since childhood, to collapse.

She didn't know where she had gone wrong, but she knew she couldn't completely cut off contact with Feng Qingqing.

But Feng Qingqing was not the same person she used to be. No matter how much Jiang Yun pleaded, she remained unmoved and put her belongings on the wooden cart.

Because of her strength, she loaded all her belongings onto the vehicle at once, meaning that from now on, she would not return to the former educated youth settlement unless absolutely necessary.

She had completely moved out of the educated youth settlement.

As she walked out of the educated youth settlement, she felt a venomous gaze following her from behind, which disappeared only after she turned a corner.

Feng Qingqing knew it was Jiang Yun, and she seemed extremely angry today. It was unclear what actions she would take next.

Feng Qingqing didn't take it too seriously; she figured she'd just deal with whatever came her way.

And so, Feng Qingqing pushed her little cart, which was packed full of her luggage, all the way to the clinic, swaying and staggering.

Before she even reached the clinic, she saw a man standing at the entrance from afar. Upon closer inspection, she realized that she didn't recognize him, but he looked somewhat familiar—a young man in his early twenties.

Feng Qingqing knew this person was from her brigade. Seeing his anxious expression and the sweat pouring down his face, she knew he was extremely worried. Without further ado, Feng Qingqing spoke up before he even arrived:

"What's wrong? I'm Feng Qingqing. Is someone feeling unwell?"