It's not the old dense atmosphere anymore, Aunt Zhang Hong remembers everything people say.
It's strange—back in school, she'd fall asleep just looking at a book, and her memorization was a disaster.
But now, she's got it down; she can remember for years whatever a young person casually mentions about their home.
In short, Aunt Zhang Hong boosted her confidence, pushed the jar of fermented tofu on the table, and walked into the rain with determination:
"I have a notebook, all recorded. I'll sort it out later—Director Zhu, let me know when everything is arranged, and I'll take the bus to the city!"
After a pause, she twisted her umbrella in the rain and turned back to ask:
"Will the bus fare be reimbursed? It's been raining a lot; I might need to catch a cab in the city."
Everyone's working hard to earn a living, so don't underestimate the cost. Bus fares plus taxis in the city can add up to thirty yuan.
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