Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 31 - Urea Bags for Pants_1

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 Urea Bags for Pants?_1

Chapter 31 -31 Urea Bags for Pants?_1

Second Uncle Niu glanced at the time, feeling embarrassed to turn down his niece’s request, “That will do.”

Mainly because the shepherd’s purse was really good, this family was honest, and they’d prepared it so cleanly that it only needed to be washed before cooking.

As a result, Old Man Song received twenty-five yuan.

His hands were trembling a bit.

It wasn’t that he’d never seen so much money before, but earning it from more than a dozen baskets of wild vegetables felt like a dream.

After taking Sister Niu back home with the horse-drawn carriage, he headed to Zhao Li’s house, where her eyes lit up at the sight of the shepherd’s purse.

Nowadays, during this gap between harvests, the grocery store only had cabbages and radishes.

This was her first time seeing such fresh and vibrant wild vegetables.

Song Yunuan put down the shepherd’s purse, “…Sister, my grandpa is waiting for me by the roadside.

After we deliver firewood to my uncle, we’ll be heading home.”

Zhao Li quickly grabbed her, lowering her voice, “I actually wanted to send a message through someone to you, and now you’re here.

Our unit is dealing with a batch of damp flour that doesn’t require ration tickets.

I’ve secured a hundred jin for you at seven cents a jin.

You can pay later when you have the money.”

Song Yunuan’s eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”

She knew that currently, a jin of flour cost eighteen cents, which was more than half price reduction.

Dampness didn’t matter, even if there were bugs, it wouldn’t be a problem.

The house was just running low on food supplies.

The little girl’s stunned expression was adorably cute, and Zhao Li affectionately pinched her cheek, whispering, “It’s true, but it won’t be available for another two days.

I’ll get it for you then, and you can come pick it up from my house.”

“Then I’ll give you the money now.”

“No need, no need, everyone’s putting it on a tab.

If I take cash, I’ll be scolded.”

Song Yunuan thought for a moment, “I’ll just happen to be in town in two days for an interview with the cultural troupe with my younger aunt.

After that’s done, I’ll come and find you.”

Zhao Li’s eyes sparkled, “Ahh, I know about that.

I’ll be on my day off then, let’s meet at the main entrance.”

After agreeing on this, Song Yunuan ran off happily to tell Old Man Song about the flour.

Old Man Song was so delighted that he immediately gave her ten yuan.

Little Asheng glanced over and quickly did the math.

A hundred jin of flour for seven yuan; his sister would save three yuan in total.

He looked up at his sister with a cheeky grin.

Song Yunuan pinched her brother’s cheek and then handed the money to Old Man Song, “Grandpa, we’ll talk about it when we get home, and besides, we need to give the exact amount so Sister Zhao doesn’t have to find change for me.”

Old Man Song thought it made sense.

Oh right, he still had to go to the fertilizer plant.

Old Man Song gave the storekeeper a basket of shepherd’s purse, explaining it was picked from the riverbank in the countryside.

Although it wasn’t valuable, it was fresh and juicy, a nice addition to a family’s meal.

People from the countryside didn’t value fresh shepherd’s purse, but city folks truly appreciated it.

As he was leaving, the storekeeper gave him five fertilizer bags, mentioning they could be turned into trousers.

Song Yunuan was shocked at the moment.

Trousers made from this?

Seeing her grandfather’s happy reaction, it seemed to be true.

She remembered that buying fabric currently required fabric tickets and was also rationed due to a shortage of raw materials.

People had to ensure they had enough food to eat before worrying about warm clothing.

Watching her grandfather fold the bags as if they were treasures, Song Yunuan realized they were actually made of nylon.

She scratched her head, knowing she wouldn’t want them.

It seemed synthetic fibers had already come into existence.

Once these were popularized, fabric tickets would be abolished in two years, and people could buy fabric freely.

But glancing at her grandfather’s trousers, patched twice over, and realizing she was the only one in the family without patched clothing, Song Yunuan wisely kept her mouth shut.

The grandfather and grandson were hardly idle.

They had planned to deliver the firewood to Song Nian’s house, but someone intercepted them on the way, secretly handed them fifty cents, and so, half a cart of dry firewood ended up being delivered to their own home instead.

As it happened, Song Nian’s house was to the east and their own to the west.

Old Man Song simply decided not to go to his younger son’s house.

He bought a jin of egg cakes, lifted Asheng onto the horse cart, and with a suddenly bright heart, he cracked his whip and headed in the direction of Erdao River Village.

By the time they got home, it was already dark.

Little Asheng had eaten two egg cakes and had long since fallen asleep in his sister’s arms.

Everyone at home was there, dinner was ready, and they were just waiting for them to return.

The aroma of fish sauce and large flatbreads wafted through the courtyard.

Old Man Song took out twenty-five cents, joyously handing it over to his spouse.

Old Mrs.

Song was also happy, but she remembered that the Second Son’s family still had their portion.

The five urea bags made Old Mrs.

Song’s eyes light up with delight, saying she’d wash them and make trousers for Little Nuan and Tingting.

Song Yunuan was shocked, “Thank you, but I absolutely refuse!!!”

Having heard about the hundred jin of flour, she gave Song Yunuan seven yuan, affectionately touched her granddaughter’s soft little hands, and then called everyone to start the meal.

Compared to egg cakes, Song Yunuan discovered she loved eating fish sauce with flatbreads even more.

It was a perfect match, wonderfully fragrant.

At night, Old Mrs.

Song said to the old man, “Li Erlan has a son, but he’s unfilial.

Now that he’s been driven out by his son, he’s actually living in a cattle shed at the entrance of the village, how pitiful.

I took the opportunity to mention Wang Dazhi in front of him, a filial and sensible worker, who might soon become the brigade leader.

Do you think Li Erlan might come to acknowledge his son?”

Old Man Song: “Hard to say, after all, Wang Zhuzi has committed a crime.”

“Old man, for some reason, I’m not worried at all.

Guess why?”

Old Man Song immediately replied, “That’s because our family has a little treasure.

Look at today, everything went so smoothly.”

Old Mrs.

Song, reminded of something, said in a hoarse voice, “Maybe in their past life, the Song family died too unjustly, so Buddha sent us a little fairy.”

At this moment, the little fairy was reviewing the background stories of two songs with her young aunt.

Old Mrs.

Sun hadn’t yet shown interest in the beautiful young lady from the Song family that Old Woman Mrs.

Wang had described as heavenly.

Old Mrs.

Sun had a job in her hands.

The client was offering a high price of a thousand yuan, specifically requesting a beautiful and naive young girl like Song Yunuan, unaware of worldly affairs.

They wanted to send her to Xiang City.

She had been searching for months, unable to find a suitable girl.

Old Mrs.

Sun asked Old Woman Mrs.

Wang to leave quickly, while she went to Song Nian’s house.

Song Nian indirectly learned that his wife was not her mother-in-law’s biological daughter.

Before he could discus the matter with his wife, Old Mrs.

Sun had already come knocking.

Leading Huzi, he sat to one side, while Sun Jinrong was clearly a bit nervous.

Old Mrs.

Sun started chatting idly, even saying she’d given them the white flour and eggs she herself had refrained from eating, which made the daughter-in-law so angry that she quarreled with her.

Sun Jinrong just said they had all been eaten.

Old Mrs.

Sun cursed a few words inside and then said, “Song Nian, I’ve come to tell you some great news.”

Song Nian: …

He had disliked her before, but now every glance at her deepened his revulsion.

“The large courtyard in front of my house belongs to the factory director of the machinery plant.

His son and your great niece, the one called Little Nuan, they’re around the same age.

That young man is good looking, a tall guy standing at 1.8 meters, working as a clerk at the machinery plant.

He’s patient, comes from a good family background—they really have everything.

The factory director’s wife said if they like each other, they’ll give an 80-square-meter apartment, a motorbike, forty-eight household items, and a 500 yuan betrothal gift.

I heard your niece grew up in the provincial city; she’s piqued their interest.

The director’s wife told me she wants to see what your niece looks like, what a stroke of luck from heaven this is.

Here’s what we’ll do, you bring your niece over tomorrow, and we’ll arrange for them to meet.”