"Lihui, let me help you quickly pack up a few things, then we can head back together. We'll get home just in time for lunch. You probably can't live here much longer anyway. That bitch Zhang Minzhen will definitely be fired at the end of the month, and the supply and marketing cooperative will take this house back. Leave the key with me later, and I'll find some time to come pack everything. Then I'll find a couple of guys and a tractor to move all your stuff back home for you."
As soon as they got back to Gu Lihui's small home and walked through the door, Gu Jinhua looked around. The house wasn't large, but with big items like the bed, wardrobe, and table, one tractor trip probably wouldn't be enough. Fortunately, thanks to her father-in-law's connections, she wouldn't have to pay to hire people or a tractor. At most, she'd just have to give each person a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, and that would be that.
