Chapter 367 Cuilian is injured

After leaving the black market, Cuihong transferred the medicinal herbs to her own space. When she arrived at the purchasing station, she saw that the herbs were being stored in the warehouse.

Books, newspapers, furniture, used bicycles, accessories, and daily necessities are neatly stored and stacked in the warehouse.

The entire purchasing station had four staff members: two men and two women, all aged between thirty and forty.

Women are responsible for registration, weighing, receiving and making payments, and bookkeeping, while men are responsible for sorting, registering, and tracking the origins of some items in the warehouse.

To do these jobs well, one must first be literate, able to do accounting, and able to tell that they have two sets of accounts, one for each side.

Judging from these circumstances, it is indeed as the sisters said, there is no way to find a loophole.

If there's anything valuable, it's not for outsiders like them to collect it.

"Honey, what would you like to see?"

Fortunately, she spoke slowly, and Tang Cuihong roughly guessed what was going on: "Elder sister, I'd like to look at some old books and newspapers."

"Look, it's over there. Go see for yourself. We're all busy, so don't mess it up. Just arrange them neatly as required."

Tang Cuihong only half understood what she was saying. She nodded and walked in the direction the woman pointed without saying anything.

She works a regular job during the day, and in the evenings she learns to read and do arithmetic from her two younger sisters who have just started school. She learns systematically.

However, because communication is difficult and strenuous, it has taken her quite a while to learn, and her current level is only at the level of a first or second grader.

If she hadn't learned how to use a dictionary and taught herself more characters, she wouldn't have dared to come and choose so blindly.

There were many traditional Chinese characters in the old books, indicating that these publications were at least five or six years old. Tang Cuihong carefully picked out those that looked relatively intact and could be identified as novels or ancient books by guesswork and set them aside.

This is the method Xiaojiu taught her: as long as they are complete, they are all ancient books that she doesn't recognize, so she buys them all if she can.

As for old newspapers, only recent ones were selected. These newspapers can be used to wallpaper walls and windows, so they are very versatile and won't be wasted at all. They can also be used to keep up with recent political news and expand literacy skills.

She brought out a large stack of newspapers and a large stack of old books. When she got to the door, the older sister just glanced at them and said...

"Oh, you've picked quite a few. Here's three cents for you: one cent for the newspaper and two cents for the book."

Cuihong guessed and took out 50 cents. The older sister readily took out two 10-cent bills from the drawer and gave them to her in change.

Tang Cuihong glanced down and exclaimed, "It's so cheap! All of this must weigh over ten pounds, and it only costs three cents!"

Carrying the strangely heavy bag, she found a secluded spot and stored it in her spatial storage. Looking up at the sky, she saw a female comrade in a cadre uniform walking towards her. Tang Cuihong quickly stepped forward and politely asked, "Hello, comrade, what time is it?"

"It's 4:30." Cuihong glanced at the other person's watch face, and after seeing that the other person's lip movements matched the time she saw, she nodded gratefully to the other person: "Thank you, comrade."

Tang Cuihong calculated the time; Tang Cuilian's day shift wouldn't end for another hour. She was just about to stroll around the winery when the security guard suddenly opened the factory gate, and several people hurriedly carried out a female worker whose face was covered in blood, shouting to the people inside the factory as they ran.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and find a cart! I'll carry her to the hospital first. Once you find a cart, catch up with her as soon as possible!"

While Tang Cuihong was still in a daze, an older woman recognized her at a glance.

"Hey, aren't you Tang Cuilian's sister? Come here quickly, your sister has been beaten up! Hurry up, there's blood everywhere, it's terrifying!"

Seeing that Cuihong was still standing there motionless, the eldest sister simply ran over and pulled her over. Only then did Cuihong realize that the injured person was Cuilian, and she stared in disbelief.

"What happened? What's wrong with my sister?"

Zhao Lingli found Tao Changyi running out, panting.

"Cuihong, hurry, carry your sister to the hospital, I'll tell you later."

Cuihong had already moved the bamboo basket on her shoulder to her spatial dimension and wasn't carrying it. She only had a military green backpack on her back. She shoved the backpack into Zhao Lingli's arms, decisively scooped Cuilian off the male coworker's back and onto her own, and ran briskly towards the hospital.

They had all been to the county hospital. The group followed Cuihong and realized that the girl was incredibly strong. She carried someone on her back and ran without even panting. On the other hand, Zhao Lingli was running and clutching her stomach, coughing violently. She was so anxious that she could barely speak.

"You come with me first. I'm going to the police station. We have to make a big deal out of this, even if it damages Cuilian's reputation a bit."

Zhao Lingli waved to her husband, "Go quickly, don't worry about this place. With Cuihong here, I feel very at ease."

Twenty minutes later, everyone arrived at the hospital. Because Cuihong was fast enough, the cart that came to bring them from behind was not needed.

While waiting for the examination, Cuihong learned why Cuilian was injured.

It was still because of what happened at noon that Liu Hongtao lost face. As soon as the kitchen staff finished work, he went to the workshop and confronted Tang Cuilian, demanding an explanation. Cuilian couldn't allow him to spread rumors about her like that, so she launched into a tirade of insults, using all sorts of vile language, and even brought up the death of his ex-wife. This completely enraged Liu Hongtao.

"His face was dark and sinister at the time, and he looked like he wanted to tear your sister to pieces. But he was still somewhat rational and didn't lose control and beat your sister. Then he stormed off. But less than an hour later, her mother and her sisters stormed into the workshop, demanding an explanation from your sister and accusing her of slander."

At this point, Zhao Lingli sighed heavily, "Cuilian was too hasty. She didn't even discuss it with them before going out. We don't know what happened after that. I wasn't there at the time, and by the time I found out, she was already lying in a pool of blood."

"Liu Hongtao's mother and sister both denied that they hit her, saying that your sister hit herself. How could that be? Who would hit themselves on the head so hard? This brat is too aggressive in trying to get rid of Liu Hongtao. Look at the blood, it's terrifying."

After Tang Cuilian came out of the emergency room, Tao Changyi also came with the police. Since Cuilian was still unconscious, they hurriedly returned to the factory after finding out the situation from the doctor.

Tang Cuilian didn't wake up until around 6 p.m., at which point only Zhao Lingli and Tang Cuihong remained in the ward.

Zhao Lingli stayed behind to facilitate communication with the doctors and nurses; otherwise, if only Cuihong stayed, the inability to communicate would be problematic.

After a brief period of emptiness, Cuilian's eyes gradually brightened. Only after confirming that there was no one else in the ward did she ask, somewhat foolishly.

"How am I doing now? Was the impact not serious?"