When Christine left, a small village at the foot of Xingan Ridge received a letter and a large parcel.
"Comrade Hu, your letter and parcel!" Seeing Hu Ping jogging outside, Xiaoliu, who managed the mail, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Sent from the Capital! Sent from the Capital!"
Hu Ping had previously worked at the forest station but was later transferred to the construction corps. After ten years of hard work, he had now become a cadre of some rank.
Though officially part of the corps, the name referred to it as a farm.
As soon as he heard it was sent from the Capital, Hu Ping immediately thought of Lu Jiang and his wife. He hurried over to sign for it and took it back to his residence. Their family home was near the farm, where their son, daughter-in-law, and daughter lived. His wife, Ma Cuixia, stayed with him at the farm.
"Did Comrade Lu Jiang's family send us something again? We haven't even sent out what we've prepared for them yet!"
