"Don't worry, there's plenty of time!"

Wang Qiuju nodded. "Alright, let's go to sleep."

Then the two of them went back to their rooms to sleep.

Wang Qiuju couldn't fall asleep for a while. She was thinking about leaving and her husband working in the coal mine. What would happen to the children at home with no one to look after them? How would her work points be calculated? Would people talk behind her back?

As the work situation settled, she tossed and turned for a while.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaole had already fed the livestock in the space and was lying in bed, asleep.

...

The People's Commune is great!

The People's Commune is great!

...

The loud singing from the radio woke Yang Xiaole up.

By this time, Wang Qiuju had already gotten up and was getting ready to eat.

"Mom, when was the speaker set up?"

"Oh, it was set up the day before yesterday. We listen to the radio every day! The Production Brigade over there reads the newspaper to us every day."

In the main hall, Wang Qiuju had already finished getting ready and shouted at him, "Get up and eat. If you miss the time, there won't be any food left."

"I ate at school. Will the Production Team still give me food?"

After the school started providing meals, the Production Team stopped providing food.

"It's just one meal, no big deal!" Wang Qiuju said nonchalantly.

Yang Xiaole nodded and got up.

He brushed his teeth quietly, picked up his bowl, and went to the canteen. At this time, everyone in the village was eating here.

Cornmeal porridge.

There was nothing else to eat.

Most of the grain had already been consumed over the past half month, and they were waiting for the autumn harvest in a few days so that everyone could eat better.

At this time, a group of people gathered around Wang Qiuju, inquiring about Xiaogang's situation.

Wang Qiuju gave a brief explanation.

Yang Mancang had finished eating and came over to ask Wang Qiuju, "Did you and Eldest Brother talk to Third Brother about Xiaohu's situation?"

Wang Qiuju nodded as she drank her porridge. "Dad, we told him."

"How did he respond?"

"Oh, Eldest Brother didn't say much. He said he would bring his daughter-in-law to see you this Sunday, and he said he would talk to you about it then."

Hearing that his daughter-in-law was coming, Yang Mancang was overjoyed. "Ah, they're coming back with his daughter-in-law tomorrow! Are they having a wedding banquet?"

"No, they didn't. We found out when we went there."

Hearing this, Yang Mancang nodded lightly and didn't ask anything else.

Yang Xiaole was eating porridge in the crowd, and no one said anything.

But when he was eating, he saw Sun Xiaoyue's figure. He didn't know when she had come back, but at this time, she didn't look as weak as before, lying in bed without moving.

When his mother came over, he curiously asked, "Mom, when did Xiaoyue come back? Where is she staying now?"

Wang Qiuju followed his gaze.

"Oh, she's staying at Yang Laoyao's house now."

Yang Xiaole nodded, and Yang Laoyao was the lonely old person in the village. He passed away at the beginning of the year, and his house was left empty.

Without asking more, he quietly ate his meal.

"Oh, by the way, Mom, I'm going to the Commune to handle some paperwork. If it's done quickly, I'll go to the county town this afternoon. I want to see if the paperwork can be done quickly so I can go to the city next week."

Yang Xiaole said quietly to Wang Qiuju.

His mother looked around and nodded gently.

To be honest, she was really confused now, leaving her family behind to go to the city to work, as a village woman who didn't know anything.

She was really confused.

Yang Xiaole also saw his mother's gaze and was thinking about whether what he did was right or wrong.

What he thought was good might not necessarily be good.

Then he shook off his thoughts. What's done is done, and there's no turning back.

Amidst his thoughts, a noisy high-pitched loudspeaker sounded, "Comrades, everyone should actively participate in production labor, work hard, and strive for a bountiful autumn harvest..."

The loudspeaker played encouraging words to work hard and be productive.

Yang Xiaole glanced at it, feeling a bit noisy.

After breakfast, he gave his bowl to Mom and walked towards the Commune.

There was smoke everywhere on the road, all from the temporary stoves built by the village.

There weren't many men left in the village, and some of the women were working in the fields.

He arrived at the Commune, and the loudspeaker was filled with enthusiastic and encouraging words.

He got up early and arrived at the Commune, where the office had just started work, and many people were walking in.

There were no buildings, just a newly built large tiled house.

"Master, is Director Zhang here?"

He called out to the old man at the door and handed him a cigarette.

The old man took it and smiled, "He just went in! Do you have something to tell him?"

"Yeah, I have something to discuss. I'll go in first!"

After speaking, he walked inside.

The courtyard was very simple, and there were signs on the doors of each tiled house. He saw the office of the Commune Director at a glance.

Standing at the door, there were only three desks inside.

Two people were discussing something inside.

"Director Zhang!"

Yang Xiaole didn't know which one was the director, so he greeted them.

A man in a Lenin suit with a seven-part haircut looked up at him. "That's me. Do you have something to discuss with me?"

Yang Xiaole walked in with the documents. "Director, here are two work permits from the city. I want to get a relocation certificate from the district, so I need a certificate from here."

"Oh!"

Director Zhang said lightly and took the documents to look at."Eh, both husband and wife are going to work in the city?"

Director Zhang took the two certificates and was surprised for a moment.

You should know that nowadays, certificates for the city are usually issued through here and then distributed downwards. It's rare for someone to bypass them and find a job directly in the city.

This must be someone with connections in the city!

However, his brow furrowed slightly.

Each commune only had so many quotas for rural-to-urban transfers each year, and the city kept records of them. Every quota used meant one less available.

After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "Alright, I understand. Leave the documents here. We need to review them. If there's no issue, you can come back the day after tomorrow to pick them up."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole's brow furrowed.

Even a fool would understand what that meant.

They were trying to put a hold on him!

Without arguing, he thought for a moment and then asked tactfully, "Director Zhang, do you need any other certificates? The District Office said this certificate would suffice and no other procedures were needed, right?"

The previous Director Sun had made it very clear.

Moreover, for this kind of job acceptance certificate, even if there were issues at home, one could still go.

Not to mention his whole family were hired laborers.

They were truly the proletariat, since his family had fled here!

When Director Zhang heard 'In the District,' he hesitated for a moment: "Oh, are you talking about Mentougou?"

"No, it's from Xicheng."

Hearing this, Director Zhang hesitated again, and finally turned to a woman in her thirties next to him and said: "Little Liu, go fetch their file, I want to take a look. Oh, right, which Production Team are you from?"

"Production Brigade 1, Team 6."

"Oh, from Yanggezhuang! Okay, I understand. Little Liu, go get the file!"

After speaking, he handed the documents to her.

Little Liu acknowledged with a sound and took the items and left.

After she was gone, Director Zhang said with a chuckle: "How has Secretary Wang been recently? I just saw him at a meeting last time."

Yang Xiaole had no idea who that was!

He shook his head blankly: "I don't know him. It was Director Sun from the Xidan Sub-district Office who took us to meet the person, and then he gave me this form."

"Xidan?"

Director Zhang pondered for a moment and then understood.

Xicheng's most important Sub-district Office, it seemed that Secretary Wang's spouse was the director there.

He nodded and said nothing more.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Little Liu returned with a stack of files in her hand.

"Director, here are the files you requested."

"Hmm, let me see!"

Director Zhang took the documents and glanced at them.

After looking through the contents for a while, he put the documents away.

"Hmm, no problems. I'll issue you a certificate, and you can go to the District Office to complete the procedures."

After saying that, he took out a stack of paper from the drawer and began to write quickly.

In no time, two certificates were prepared.

He stamped them and handed them over: "Alright, off you go! I've got other things to attend to."

"Ah, thank you, Director Zhang!"

Yang Xiaole took the documents and thanked him, then left the Commune.

Damn, you still need to pull some strings to get things done!

After leaving, he headed towards the District Office.

Passing by the school, he thought about it but didn't go in, as he would be back in a couple of days anyway.

Besides, the two kids were still in class!

On the road, there were teams hauling coal, and without a way to take a car, he had to walk.

An hour later, he arrived at the coal-hauling road.

Just as a bus passed by, he quickly waved it down, paid the fare, and headed towards the direction of the District Office.

The bus was fast; a journey that would normally take two hours took only about fifteen minutes to reach the District.

He got off at the entrance of the District Office.

Arriving at the place, he took the two certificates and plunged into the District Office.

Here, it wasn't as simple as at the Commune, but it was more straightforward—if you met the criteria, you got your stamp.

First, he went to the police station to apply, then to the District Office's personnel file department to verify the documents, and finally back to the police station to get the migration certificate.

Checking the files took time.

He had planned to visit Big Sister at school at noon, but they were so busy there that he didn't go to join the bustle.

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He ate lunch in his space and continued with the procedures in the afternoon.

It wasn't until four or five in the afternoon that the migration certificate was finally issued.

In the future, without a month or two, you wouldn't expect to get it done, and that's assuming you had all the necessary documents.

No wonder the certificate was only valid for five days before expiring.

Once the migration certificate was issued, there were basically no more problems. He could go to the city and register at the local police station there.

Yang Xiaole happily took his documents and left.

He just had to wait for Mom to finish up there, and then the household registration for his whole family could be transferred.

What remained to be seen was the downsizing next year.

It all depended on whether he could withstand it. If not, he would have to return dejectedly.

But he had already thought of a plan.

He would stay, even if it meant forcing his way through.