Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 41 - Wow, what a handsome young man_1

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Wow, what a handsome young man_1

Chapter 41 -41: Wow, what a handsome young man_1

Song Liang exchanged a glance with his father and then looked at his mother.

Little Nuan hadn’t told the truth, but they hadn’t heard the truth in her heart either.

Could it be because it was unrelated to them?

But at that moment, Song Yunuan’s inner thoughts suddenly became clear.

[Old Mrs.

Sun has a complicated identity and is even on the blacklist; it’s better if my family doesn’t know too much.]

[If I don’t take the initiative today, this old thing won’t only harm the Song family later on, but she will also harm more people.]

[This time, Old Mrs.

Sun will be pressed down firmly and won’t be able to turn the situation around again.]

“Little Aunt, that person is an old swindler.

You’re definitely not her biological child, so no matter what she has done, it won’t affect you,” Song Liang reassured her.

Sun Jinrong nodded hastily and asked Song Yunuan, “Should I change my surname then?”

“That would be difficult to change, what with records and household registration, it’d be troublesome.

Besides, it’s not like she’s the only one with the surname Sun.”

Old Mrs.

Song was startled, and feeling very tired, she decided it was time to go home.

Impatiently, she pushed Sun Jinrong, “Stop nagging Little Nuan.

By the way, where’s Asheng?”

She had been there for quite a while before she remembered to ask about Asheng.

After figuring out where to go, Old Mrs.

Song, not wanting to stay or enter the house, claiming it was rude, repeatedly instructed Song Yunuan not to roam around.

Before leaving, she told Song Yunuan not to bother Old Mr.

Ji with a ride and to wait at the south city road junction for Old Man Song, who would be there waiting for her and Asheng.

Sun Jinrong wanted everyone to go to her house.

This time, she meant it sincerely.

Old Mrs.

Song gave her a sideways glance, “We won’t go.

Why cram ourselves into such a tiny place?

Besides, your grain is all ours; I don’t even want to consume the grains from my own house.”

Sun Jinrong’s face turned red, and after stammering for a while, she grabbed Old Mrs.

Song, saying that she had been out of line before and would not behave like that again.

Once the Song family left, Song Yunuan checked the time and started cooking.

There was no natural gas here, nor were there any electric frying pans or the like.

Because this area was made up of single-story houses, everyone used clay wood stoves.

She knew how to use them; they weren’t difficult at all.

When the Song family group stood at the junction, Old Mrs.

Song cautioned her son and daughter-in-law, “I’m telling you, Little Nuan is young and still has to go study.

From now on, you’re not allowed to introduce her to any suitors, got that?”

Sun Jinrong immediately said, “Heard that, heard that.

Our Little Nuan is as beautiful as a little fairy; she needs to find someone worthy of her.”

Old Mrs.

Song narrowed her eyes, remembering the young man she saw in the police station yard earlier.

Her mind had been unsettled then and she hadn’t thought much of it, but now, she suddenly recalled, my, what a handsome young fellow.

She had no idea whose family he was from, but she could tell at a glance that he was not a local.

Old Mrs.

Song smacked her lips in regret.

At that moment, the handsome young fellow had handed over Liu Jincui and Sun Dazhuang to Station Chief Ho.

The county police had also sent someone over.

However, seeing Station Chief Ho and Gu Huai’an being so familiar with each other, they didn’t step forward until Gu Huai’an left, and then they came over to discuss matters.

Following Gu Huai’an’s instructions, Station Chief Ho concealed Song Yunuan’s involvement.

He simply said everything was a coincidence.

And believing that Song Yunuan had been wronged, he planned to secretly get her a reward.

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Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

That day, when Song Yunuan didn’t meet Lin Qing in Nanshan County Town, she didn’t go looking for him.

When it was time to meet, they naturally would.

Lin Zhiqing’s leg still needed treatment from Old Mr.

Ji.

And Old Mr.

Ji wasn’t leaving yet.

He planned to leave Nanshan County Town with his daughter and son-in-law and go back to Beidu when the summer vacation started.

Everything was arranged.

Old Mr.

Ji also agreed to the request from the authorities to return to Beidu Medical College as the dean.

However, Old Mr.

Ji wanted to bring a research team with him.

It meant the reopening of his mentor’s lineage.

As to why he wasn’t returning now, it was because his grandson was currently in his first year of high school, and it was the second semester—there was no reason to transfer mid-term.

So, there was bound to be a day when they would encounter Lin Qing.

Early in the morning, the Song family was already bustling with activity.

Old Man Song had borrowed a horse cart again.

After all, he was paying for it and not taking advantage of public resources, and since he would no longer be the brigade leader soon, he had less to worry about.

Old Man Song was the driver of the cart.

Preparing to go with him were Song Liang, Song Yunuan, and their little tagalong, Asheng.

The others went about their business.

Like turning over the soil in the vegetable garden in preparation for planting, and also deciding what to plant on their private plot of land.

It was said that many places in the south had already implemented the household responsibility system in agriculture.

It hadn’t officially started in Dong Province yet.

Only some brigades were piloting it.

Erdao River Village didn’t qualify to be a pilot yet.

Xia Guilan was preparing breakfast.

Seeing only a thin layer of cornmeal left in the bin, she frowned.

There was no news about the relief grain yet if they had to wait until the autumn harvest, they might end up eating tree bark.

Especially since Little Nuan had said this year would be a year of great calamity.

The other day, Old Mr.

Ji had brought them pastries, canned food, malt extract, and two bottles of wine, among other things.

If only he had brought a bag of grain.

Last night, Old Mrs.

Song gave the money from selling shepherd’s purse to her second daughter-in-law.

Since the second son’s family had all pitched in, she divided eight yuan among them.

She was now living with her eldest son’s family, and though she used to be the one in charge, too much had happened in the past few days, and Old Mrs.

Song decided to keep the earned money separate.

So, she shared eight yuan with the second son’s family and nine yuan with the eldest son’s family.

This was the customer base Little Nuan had built up.

It wouldn’t be fair to split it evenly.

The extra yuan was for Little Nuan’s pocket money.

As for the seven yuan for white flour, she would cover it for now.

Lian Xiang truly agreed, even taking out two yuan to give to her mother-in-law, hoping to get twenty pounds of white flour in return.

The extra sixty cents was for Little Nuan.

Old Mrs.

Song was satisfied.

At that moment, she said to Xia Guilan, “Wait a moment, I’ll go get some dried noodles.”

Xia Guilan was stunned—dried noodles, how could they possibly have those at home?

The early 1980s and the late 1970s were not that different.

For example, dried noodles were really seen as a luxury item by some rural villagers.

Some older people had never eaten them in their entire lives.

Old Mrs.

Song brought out a bundle of dried noodles: “These were given to me by Little Nuan the other day.

She said Old Man Ji gave them to her—there are five pounds.”

Xia Guilan felt aggrieved: “I didn’t even know about it.”

Old Mrs.

Song glared at her: “I told Little Nuan not to tell you.

You’re too soft-hearted, and for all I know, you might think of sharing it with the second son’s family or your own mother’s family.

Wouldn’t you?

If we split it up, what will be left?

Times are hard now, and we must be tough.

When things get better, we can be generous.”

Xia Guilan had no reply and felt that the old lady was right.

Now that the young girl was going for an interview, it was like she was heading to a competition.

Eating noodles would be best, symbolizing a smooth and successful journey.

The family had two chickens and, with no grain, couldn’t afford to feed pigs, but Old Mrs.

Song had ordered ten goslings, which were said to be ready to leave the nest in a few days.

She had been boiling an egg every day for Little Nuan, but Little Nuan hadn’t been eating them herself—she shared them with Asheng and Tingting.

Having saved up six eggs, they would all go into the noodles.

It was a sign of great prosperity.

Of course, they couldn’t afford to eat noodles that had been boiled; it was too expensive.

They would have to go with hot soup noodles.

A big pot of it.

After finishing their meal, just as Song Liang and the others were about to leave, Accountant Li from the brigade office came running over.

He said the higher-ups had sent down a document—Nanshan County Town was to implement the household responsibility system in agriculture in its entirety.

Song Liang was startled.

How could they suddenly change things just like that?

Even though he hadn’t been dismissed yet, he had to go to the commune for a meeting.

Song Liang rushed off in haste.