On the weekend, at just past five in the morning, the county town seemed to have just awoken, with lights gradually turning on. On the main street and small square, occasionally some people were out early getting some exercise.
On the main road, two military vehicles emerged from the street corner, with a small car in front and a large truck covered in grass-green tarpaulin following closely behind.
As the early risers unconsciously glanced over at the vehicles, all they saw was dust being kicked up on the road as the two vehicles passed by. In the blink of an eye, the cars were out of sight.
Everyone exchanged puzzled glances but no one voiced the question in their hearts — what is happening this early on a weekend morning with two vehicles out on the road?
At this moment, Zhao Dashan was driving the truck at the back with his wife accompanying him, tightly following the small car driven by Zhang Guoqing, as both vehicles sped towards the neighboring province.
Zhao Yuanyuan was sitting in the small car driven by Zhang Guoqing, pulling her best friend Zhou Jiao into gossip, and calculating her "little schemes."
From the start of the journey from the county, Zhao Yuanyuan kept babbling about things she had heard — gossip about teachers and classmates at school, and rumors among the neighbors.
After sharing what she had seen and heard, she also expressed her own thoughts.
Zhao Yuanyuan changed the topic, complaining about the hardship of going to school every day, leaving early and returning late, showing Zhou Jiao the chilblains on her hands.
Zhou Jiao looked at her playfully, remaining silent.
"Jiao Jiao, don’t you think I’m pitiful?"
"It’s a case of ’not the best, but better than the worst,’" Zhou Jiao laughed and replied. Many people want to get into high school, only to come back disappointed, having to pick up a hoe instead. Similarly, some people get into positions early and enjoy the benefits.
In comparison, Zhao Yuanyuan’s so-called pitiful state is really a matter of perspective.
Zhao Yuanyuan grabbed Zhou Jiao’s arm and started shaking it, showing a fawning smile.
Zhou Jiao quickly turned her head away — this girl was starting to give her a headache again.

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