Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 47 - Look closely, it does resemble a bit_1

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Look closely, it does resemble a bit_1

Chapter 47 -47 Look closely, it does resemble a bit_1

The Song family was warmly greeted along the way, and Old Man Song forced a smile, staying silent, merely responding with hums of agreement.

Soon, the crowd arrived at their newly allotted piece of land.

Song Yunuan didn’t know anything about farming, but she thought the scenery was lovely.

There were plains and distant mountains, located to the southeast of the village, while to the west lay more plains, with a hazy horizon in view.

The sky was a brilliant blue, the distant mountains were lush, the ground was covered with green shoots, and further away stood rows of windbreak forests.

Unfortunately, after the Dragon Boat Festival, this place seemed to turn into an ocean.

However, there was an abundance of shepherd’s purse in the fields and at the edges of the land.

Putting aside the chaos of thoughts, she focused on what was most important at present.

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This time, the carriage carrying the shepherd’s purse was still loaded with plenty of firewood, but there were also some wild vegetables on the outside, which he said were for his son.

After the carriage left the village, Old Man Song breathed a sigh of relief.

If the villagers knew about selling shepherd’s purse, it was uncertain how much trouble it would cause.

The piece of poor land he originally didn’t want might end up being said to have been calculated for.

Yet Song Yunuan told Old Man Song that in the future she wanted to be the second generation rich, to let her father go out and make money, and it’s not like they could share a bit of money earned with the villagers.

This reminded him of the disaster predicted by Little Nuan for the Song family, and it seemed no one reached out to help.

So Old Man Song’s slight sense of guilt evaporated into thin air.

But as he was accustomed to honesty, he reassured himself that helping was a favor, not helping was right.

Otherwise, living with resentment would be exhausting.

This time, he brought Song Ting along, planning to buy her some daily necessities.

But first, they needed to deliver fresh shepherd’s purse to Old Man Ji, and they also packed a small bag of honeysuckle, as this year’s honeysuckle had not bloomed yet, and what they had was from the previous year’s harvest.

When Song Yunuan arrived at Pine Tree Alley, Old Man Ji hadn’t gone to the guesthouse yet, and then Song Yunuan also saw Ji Chunxiu, oh, no, her actual name was Ji Xinyi, supposedly the name Chunxiu was given by her husband.

Ji Xinyi’s eyes and eyebrows resembled Old Man Ji somewhat, but she seemed to take more after Old Mr.

Ji’s wife.

Unfortunately, Old Mr.

Ji’s wife passed away a month after their daughter went missing.

Old Man Ji had just finished breakfast, and Ji Xinyi served with brisk warmth, always with a smile in her eyes, and brought out steamed buns and millet porridge.

Asheng sat down at the table for another meal, Ji Yingying also finished her meal and joined in eating a small bun.

Old Man Ji went and quietly complained to Song Yunuan about Lin Qing.

It turned out that in order to curry favor, she told Old Mr.

Ji that her grandfather’s family overseas had a medical book which was said to be the long-lost “Qing Nang Medical Book.”

The original could naturally not be given to her, but she planned to copy it or take a photo of it when she went abroad to visit her grandfather, to gift to Old Mr.

Ji.

Medical knowledge is just that, an additional token of thanks.

She also wanted to take this opportunity to establish good relations with Old Mr.

Ji, the renowned traditional doctor.

Old Mr.

Ji absolutely didn’t believe it.

Because the Qing Nang Medical Book had been lost long ago, only a few pages have been handed down, rumored to have been burned.

After thousands of years, how could this book still exist?

It was utterly ridiculous!

However, he did not mock Lin Qing, after all, she meant well, wanting to please him.

Perhaps she had lied, or perhaps she was ignorant, mistaking “Qing Nang Jing” for the “Qing Nang Medical Book.”

A word’s difference, but as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

The three words “Qing Nang Medical Book” did not trigger any plot, but they did trigger Song Yunuan’s memory about reality.

In fact, the Qing Nang Medical Book was in an ancient tomb, but it had been plundered by villagers and subsequently destroyed.

She heard someone say it at a secret meeting in the circle.

Of course, at that time, those people were distressed over the antiques that had been destroyed, sold off, or smuggled out of the country by artifact dealers.

As for the Qing Nang Medical Book, very few knew about it, and it was only mentioned in passing.

In the parallel reality of Dragon Kingdom, tomb robbing had become rampant starting from the 1980s.

Though this was the world within the books, it mirrored the real world, and if luck would have it, perhaps the Qing Nang Medical Book could be introduced to the world properly.

But this matter was not easy to handle, and if not managed carefully, it could lead to serious trouble.

Song Yunuan pondered whether she should submit an article to the newspaper.

She said to Old Man Ji, “You mustn’t disbelieve it outright.

What if it’s real?

Once she takes a picture for you, you’ll know after looking at it.”

A glint flashed in Old Man Ji’s eyes, followed by a squint.

This girl sometimes had truly odd ideas.

He believed that stinky kid had some skill in divination, but to calculate his daughter’s whereabouts so precisely, could that be possible?

So, most of what Song Yunuan said to him was what she told that stinky kid, right? freeωebnovēl.c૦m

But how did she come to know this?

In actuality, Old Man Ji had greatly underestimated Song Mingbo, but he didn’t say anything, and Song Yunuan didn’t know either.

They had two baskets of shepherd’s purse, one of which was for Hospital Director Zhuang.

She also told Old Man Ji about Song Ting being accepted into the cultural troupe, to which Old Man Ji said he would attend as well.

Song Yunuan immediately refused, “No, suspicion of insider operations is already rife.

If you go too, and someone with knowledge sees it, won’t that just confirm their suspicions?”

After a moment’s thought, Old Man Ji gave up on the idea.

Old Man Song, who was waiting outside, saw the two children emerge and noticed his little grandson looking stuffed.

He chuckled and told him to walk it off on the road.

Otherwise, it would be uncomfortable sitting cramped up in the horse-drawn carriage.

Song Yunuan gently patted his little bottom, preoccupied with her conversation with Old Man Ji, and didn’t keep an eye on him.

This child mustn’t grow up to be a big fatty.

This time they made twenty-six yuan selling the shepherd’s purse.

Second Uncle Niu didn’t even take the change and rounded up the amount by adding an extra five cents.

As they were settling accounts and helping move the goods into the storehouse, Little Asheng saw a young girl not far away and called out with joy, “Sister Xiujuan…

”

Song Yunuan turned her head to look and thought she resembled Lin Jia’s eldest daughter.

The young girl was wearing new clothes and standing in the courtyard, then Asheng ran towards her.

Old Man Song was about to stop him, but Asheng had already darted over.

First grinning happily, he then gave Xiujuan a piece of candy from his pocket.

At that moment, Aunt Tian, who had been asked by Lin Qing to look after the two children, hurriedly came over, asking, “Xiujuan, what are you doing here?”

Then she casually said, “Oh my, is this little boy your brother?

You two do look quite alike.”

She said this offhand, not knowing the full situation.

Lin Qing, following behind, felt a sinking feeling in her chest.

But she didn’t recognize Asheng and asked, “Who is this?”

Xiujuan, thrilled, declared, “Auntie, this is the Asheng brother I told you about.”

Lin Qing’s face turned ashen as she looked him over more carefully and was amazed to find that, indeed, they bore a resemblance.

She snapped, “Aunt Tian, what nonsense are you talking about?

They’re not from the same family; how can they look alike?”

Aunt Tian smiled awkwardly, not aware of the major worries on Lin Qing’s mind these days, and said indifferently, “Take a closer look; they do resemble each other a bit.”

Lin Qing’s expression soured as she threw the candy that Xiujuan had not yet managed to eat on the ground, took Xiujuan by the hand, and walked towards the front courtyard.

Aunt Tian quickly followed, and at that point, Song Yunuan also caught up to them.

From a distance, she really hadn’t heard what they were discussing just now.