By the day before yesterday, Zhao Jun's new house had been completed. Now, all that was left was to plaster the interior walls, lay the floors, build the heated kang-bed, and make the furniture.
Meanwhile, Zhao Jun and Ma Ling's wedding date had been set. It would be after the Spring Festival of '88, still more than half a year away.
Zhao Jun took the pork and carried it outside.
He had just stepped out when he saw Li Baoyu, also carrying a piece of pork, coming out of the Li's House.
Li Baoyu's arm was mostly healed by now, but the Forest Farm had given him a month off. Why waste it?
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled. They carried the pork out of the house together, and Li Baoyu said, "Brother, I heard Zhang Zhanshan is getting out of the hospital."
"How do you know?" Zhao Jun was taken aback, not expecting Li Baoyu to be so well-informed.
Hearing this, Li Baoyu smiled. "Ruhai told me when he got back last night."
