Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 25 - Deserved to be Annihilated_1

Chapter 25: Chapter 25 Deserved to be Annihilated_1

Chapter 25 -25 Deserved to be Annihilated_1

Song Ting’s eyes sparkled amazingly as she clenched her fists tightly, “Yeah, I can definitely do it!”

It wasn’t long before Lian Xiang, Song He, and two children arrived.

Song He even comforted his big brother.

Meanwhile, Lian Xiang ran to the kitchen to help.

Even grown-ups couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.

It wasn’t New Year’s, yet they were going to eat dumplings.

Wasn’t life too hard?

Then they learned about the family’s plan to go and pick shepherd’s purse early the next morning.

Lian Xiang was excited to praise Little Nuan for being so capable.

But at that moment, Song Yunuan had washed her younger brother and was playing a game involving small sacks with her cousin Xiao Gang and Xiao Ru, sitting on the kang bed.

Xiao Gang was twelve years old, and Xiao Ru was ten this year.

Xiao Ru brought over five small sacks made of patchwork fabric, filled with corn kernels—Song Yunuan recognized the game and had played it before, but Song Yunuan had not.

Xiao Ru claimed she could play with three sacks while tossing them backward.

Song Yunuan said with a cheerful smile, “I can do it with five.”

So, Song Yunuan flexed her fingers a bit.

She hadn’t used her newfound extraordinary strength yet.

After pondering for a moment, she first tossed out two sacks, then another, and soon all five sacks were circulating in mid-air.

Such strength was great, feeling as if she could do whatever she wanted.

Xiao Gang, who was playing cards with Asheng, watched his older cousin play with the sacks in amazement.

That was incredibly impressive.

Five sacks, how could she toss them all up like that?

At that time, Song Ting was chased back to her room to review the musical staff.

Old Mrs.

Song, along with her two daughters-in-law, quickly wrapped the dumplings, while the big pot of water also boiled.

The kids stopped playing and gathered around the stove, salivating.

Old Mrs.

Song couldn’t tell if she was happier or sadder as she looked lovingly at the graceful Song Yunuan.

To be honest, when Little Nuan was first brought back, although she couldn’t bear parting with Siqi, she was even happier that Little Nuan was her own granddaughter.

She looked so much like her younger self.

Of course, she was much prettier than she had been in her youth.

The pity was that Little Nuan did not take to her at that time.

After all, she was young, but once she came around, she would become much closer to them.

She said warmly to Song Yunuan, “Little Nuan, grandma has a riddle for you to guess.”

“Sure.”

“A flock of geese comes from the east, pitter-patter, they fall into the big river.

They sink first, then float.

Guess, what delicious thing could this be?”

The crowd: …

They really treated her like a child.

They couldn’t help but purse their lips in a smile.

Song Yunuan heard this riddle for the first time, her eyes lit up: “Dumplings!”

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Song praised, “My granddaughter is truly clever!”

Asheng also complimented, “My sister is really smart!”

Song Yunuan said to Asheng, “Who said the next time we eat dumplings would be in a blue moon?”

Asheng covered his mouth, shook his head, and giggled, “Not me!”

Xia Guilan: “Don’t all crowd around the stove anymore; let’s go inside and get ready to eat.”

This dumpling meal was even livelier than the one at New Year’s; everyone gathered around a large table, eating as much as they wanted without limits.

Old Mrs.

Song felt that it had been a long time since they had such a lively time.

After the meal, Lian Xiang left first with the two children.

Song He was kept behind by the old lady to discuss matters.

Song Ting began her singing practice.

Erdao River Village was sparsely populated, with the houses of each family not close to one another, but even between the Song family and their neighboring Sun family, there was only a vegetable garden.

Yet, the songs could be faintly heard.

Aunt Sun sighed, “Tingting has such a carefree heart, still having the leisure to sing.”

“Don’t they say women worry and weep, men worry and sing?

Actually, when women feel bad, they also want to sing, don’t they?”

Aunt Sun curled her lips, “Song Liang is surely going to be fired, but look, who in our village is suitable?”

Old Master Sun took a drag from his smoking pipe, “Wang Dazhi dreams of being the head of the brigade, he’s hopping up and down, he won’t rest until he gets it.”

“His brother is in trouble, and he still wants to be the brigade leader?”

“But today I saw…

the man who came to take something on the day Lin Qing arrived, went to look for Wang Dazhi.”

“What’s he looking for Wang Dazhi for?”

“How would I know!”

Old Sun’s family, of course, didn’t know, but Wang Dazhi did.

The visitor told him as long as he broke Wang Zhuzi’s legs, the other party would guarantee him the position of brigade leader, and he might even advance to work in the commune…

Wang Dazhi’s wife had just been released and was cursing and swearing at that moment, cursing Lin Zhiqing to death, cursing Wang Zhuzi for dragging the family down…

Wang Dazhi didn’t say a word.

He was also curious about how the other side would arrange this for him.

After all, his brother was currently locked up, and they wouldn’t even let him see him.

Meanwhile, at the Song family, the children had all fallen asleep.

Song Yunuan was sleeping soundly.

Unaware that the grandparents were holding a meeting.

It was now time for a serious discussion.

Information known only in one’s thoughts couldn’t be shared, but there were other ways to communicate.

The first issue was Song Ting, who had had her engagement broken off.

This was like seeing someone dying without helping, kicking them while they were down.

Song Ting had an arranged match, with a man from Daliang Village, the village next door.

The young man’s name was Li Benzhong, who worked as a tractor driver at the commune.

Song Ting had met him through a matchmaker.

After meeting him twice, they had settled on getting married after the autumn harvest this year.

Song Ting wasn’t entirely satisfied, but it seemed there were no better options.

So she hadn’t objected.

But now she was resolutely against it.

“Let’s break off the engagement directly,” Song Liang said.

“No, if Tingting gets accepted [to a school or job], they’ll say our family is trying to climb the social ladder and looks down on others,” Old Man Song, who cared about reputation, was very worried.

“Leave it to me.

I’ll make sure Old Lady Li comes to break off the engagement herself.

Let’s not discuss this any further.

Besides, worrying too much is pointless, reputation doesn’t serve any practical use.”

So that matter was left undiscussed, Old Mrs.

Song would take charge.

Then came the question of why the Song family was suffering so badly?

Offending Lin Qing was undeniable.

But did Lin Qing really have the capability to ruin the entire Song family, drive them to ruin and death?

This wasn’t something that one person could accomplish.

Unfortunately, after much discussion and analysis, and considering that some things couldn’t be communicated directly, not to mention they hadn’t happened yet,

the more they talked, the more confused they became.

Old Mrs.

Song made the final decision: “First and foremost, our family must stay united!”

The others nodded in agreement.

This was essential!

That evening, as Asheng vividly recounted his enthusiastic reception at his uncle’s house by his aunt, Old Mrs.

Song knew that Sun Jinrong must have overheard something.

Lian Xiang didn’t respond, perhaps because she hadn’t foreseen it.

This was also very tiring for the mind, thought Old Mrs.

Song, deciding to start boiling eggs for Little Nuan to eat every day from tomorrow onwards.

She was the little fairy sent by the Buddha to save their Song family, and no amount of care seemed too much.

With this incident, there would be no more problems with her youngest son.

Old Mrs.

Song’s face turned dark, and pondering, she said, “You should know that in this world, some people get things done not by doing them themselves; if someone is an official, all he needs to do is hint, and many will rush to curry favor and do it for him.

If he is wealthy, he will pay others to work on his behalf.”

Remembering those painful thoughts, although they hadn’t happened yet, Old Mrs.

Song’s heart was filled with hatred.

She could retaliate as well.

If Lin Qing dared to lay a hand on her Song family, she’d risk her old life to ensure they’d all go down together, no one would get off easily!

Song He scratched his head, “Mom, just say it plainly.”

“I can’t sleep anyway, you two think it over properly.

Our Song family has been granted a heavenly opportunity.

If we fail to seize it, we might as well deserve to be wiped out!” Old Mrs.

Song spoke crisply and clearly.

Then Old Mrs.

Song told Song He to wake up at four o’clock the next morning.

The whole family would mobilize to go pick shepherd’s purse.

Five cents per pound, and a hundred pounds is worth five yuan.

Moreover, the ticket collector said as long as the quality checks out, they’d settle the payment on the spot.

Where else could one find such a good opportunity?!