Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

More and more people gathered at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.

The news had already spread—there was mail coming from Beijing today, and postman Lao Xu had already set off.

Zhao Xiaomei paced anxiously on the steps: "Why aren't we here yet? Didn't we say we'd left?"

Li Hongmei said "Don't rush" but wiped the counter for the third time.

Captain Wang stood at the intersection, craning his neck to look towards the county town, wishing he could pull Old Xu over with his gaze.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a bicycle bell finally came from afar.

Ring ring, ring ring—a green bicycle appears from the end of the dirt road.

The mailbags in the back seat of the car were bulging.

"They're here!" someone shouted first.

"Old Xu is here! Old Xu is here! The postman is here—" The children ran all the way, their voices carrying faster than a loudspeaker.

The once quiet Hongqi Commune suddenly became lively.

Several women who were chatting outside the supply and marketing cooperative stood up at the same time: "They're here? They're really here? Is it a notification letter?"

Nobody knew, but everyone was looking toward the intersection.

Old Xu saw the people at the commune gate from afar, and his heart sank – oh no, he guessed right, he probably won't be able to get away today.

"Old Xu! Stop, stop, stop!" Captain Wang was the first to rush out.

Old Xu quickly slammed on the brakes: "Captain Wang, what's wrong now?"

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong now'?" Captain Wang's eyes kept glancing at the package. "Is there anything from Beijing?"

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone pricked up their ears.

Looking at the group of people, Old Xu suddenly regretted riding so fast: "Yes."

The moment that one word was uttered, a deafening explosion erupted at the entrance of the commune.

"Yes! Really! From Beijing! Is she from Xiuhe? Tell me quickly!"

The cacophony of voices left Old Xu bewildered: "Don't push! Don't push! Let me see first!" He tried to protect the package while backing away, but no one listened.

Inside the supply and marketing cooperative, Zhao Xiaomei was sweeping the floor when she heard the commotion outside. She threw down her broom and ran out, asking, "They're here? Have they arrived?"

Li Hongmei followed behind, not even having time to take off her apron: "Make way! Make way! Leave a path for the postman!" She shouted this, but she was the fastest runner herself.

Lin Xiuhe also heard the sound from inside the warehouse.

She looked up and saw that the scene outside the window was chaotic, like a bustling market—no, even more bustling than a market.

She put down her pen and walked out of the warehouse. As soon as she reached the door, she saw more than a dozen people surrounding Old Xu, with several children jumping around behind them, and the scene was briefly out of control.

Old Xu was sweating profusely: "Get out of the way! The notice isn't going anywhere! How am I supposed to deliver it if you're all blocking my way?"

This statement finally had an effect.

Everyone was taken aback—right, how can you deliver it if it's in the way?

So the crowd slowly parted to make way, but no one left; instead, they followed behind. One, two, ten, twenty… the line grew longer and longer.

Old Xu pushed his bicycle, followed by a large group of people, and walked from the entrance of the commune all the way to the supply and marketing cooperative.

From a distance, it looks like someone is getting married.

"Hahahaha." Someone couldn't help but laugh. "Old Xu's in style today, the whole commune is escorting him. Is he delivering an admission notice or a top scholar?"

Laughter filled the air. Old Xu chuckled to himself, "I've been a mail carrier for over ten years, and this is the first time I've received such treatment."

Someone immediately chimed in, "So this is your first time sending someone to Tsinghua University." That remark drew even louder laughter from those around them.

A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative. Many people from production teams had come specifically to see it after hearing the news, and even people from neighboring teams had come to join the fun.

"Where is it? Have we arrived yet? What does the notification letter look like?" No one had seen it before, so they were even more curious.

Meanwhile, at the Lin family...

A child rushed into the yard: "Auntie! The postman is here!"

Wang Xiulan dropped the water ladle from her hand into the water vat with a splash: "You're here?"

"The whole commune went! Everyone's at the supply and marketing cooperative!" After saying that, the child ran off again.

The courtyard fell silent. Lin Jianguo slowly stood up, patted his trouser leg, and said, "Let's go."

Wang Xiulan didn't move: "Where to?"

"Let's take a look," Lin Jianguo said. "We have to take a look."

A moment later, the two also headed towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

At that moment, Old Xu finally stopped his bicycle at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.

He got out of the car and let out a long sigh of relief—this journey was more tiring than delivering ten packages.

Captain Wang had already squeezed to the front: "Quickly take a look, is it really true?"

Old Xu glared at him: "What's the rush?"

After he finished speaking, he untied the package. Everyone craned their necks, dozens of eyes staring intently, and even their breathing became shallow.

The package was opened, revealing layer upon layer of paper. Finally, Old Xu pulled out the manila envelope. Sunlight streamed down, and a red school badge was clearly visible on the top of the envelope.

The next second, someone exclaimed, "Tsinghua University!"

Boom! The crowd erupted in chaos.

It really is Tsinghua University!

It's not a rumor, not a guess, but four words printed on the envelope!

Captain Wang was so excited his hands were trembling: "Quick! Quick, check the recipient!"

Old Xu turned the envelope over and read it aloud in front of everyone, word by word: "To: Comrade Lin Xiuhe, Supply and Marketing Cooperative of Hongqi Commune."

As soon as he finished speaking, applause erupted at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Some people clapped, some laughed, and some were so excited that they slapped their thighs.

Zhao Xiaomei's eyes immediately reddened: "We're really here, we're really here."

Li Hongmei's eyes also reddened: "I knew it, I knew it."

In the center of the crowd, Lin Xiuhe stood there, staring at the kraft paper envelope, suddenly feeling somewhat dazed.

She had never seen it in her past life, and would never have had the chance to see it. But in this life, it has truly come.

The wind rustled through the locust tree in front of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Old Xu solemnly handed over the envelope: "Comrade Lin Xiuhe, please sign for it."

Lin Xiuhe slowly extended her hand.

Just as their fingertips were about to touch the envelope, everyone instinctively held their breath.

Because everyone knows that the answer will be revealed the moment the envelope is opened.