The three of them came out of the hospital, and Zhao Tian took the whip from Zhao Qingxiang's hand.
"Qingxiang, go call your two sisters."
Zhao Qingxiang ran to the post office. Along the way, he thought about whom to call and finally decided to call the transport team. The younger sister wasn't working; he had heard that the ceramics factory was far from home, and the transport team was closer.
Today, the captain Yang Hongming was on duty at the transport team, and he answered the phone.
"Hello, I'm looking for Zhang Fusheng or Zhou Yongbing."
"Who is this?"
"I'm their brother-in-law. Are they not there?"
"They're not here. Is there something important?" He knew their brother-in-law, who would send food and meat every year.
"Could you please go tell them to come back? My mom has passed away."
"Alright, I'll go notify them right away."
"Thank you. I'm heading home now. Just tell them we're on our way back from the city hospital."
"Okay."
