Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 68 - Military Work Pass and Going Through the Back Door_1

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Military Work Pass and Going Through the Back Door_1

Chapter 68 -68 Military Work Pass and Going Through the Back Door_1

Song Yunuan didn’t see Gu Huai’an, but sitting in front of the simple office desk at the brigade headquarters were actually Deputy County Mayor Zhao, President Huang, and others from the county water conservancy bureau.

Of course, seated next to Deputy County Mayor Zhao were two technicians from the water rice base.

It seemed that Chu Zizhou was indeed serious this time.

With a stern look in his eyes, he looked quite like the real deal.

However, before the meeting had even concluded, Song Yunuan took Old Mrs.

Song to town.

This time they went on foot.

When the roads are all bumpy and uneven, walking is definitely better.

Unexpectedly, halfway through their journey, they encountered the bus that Sister Niu was driving, and though it wasn’t a stop, it promptly pulled over.

As per usual, they were arranged to sit at the front.

Old Mrs.

Song had ridden the bus before, but it was the first time she received special treatment.

People’s hearts are indeed complicated; when she saw others getting special favors, she used to spit secretly out of jealousy.

Yet, when she became the recipient of such differential treatment, it felt different.

The little old lady was quite delighted, feeling especially prestigious, and she looked back several times hoping to see someone from her village, regretting that she couldn’t show off.

Meanwhile, Song Yunuan gave the purse and hair accessory to Sister Niu, and there was another set for the driver’s wife.

The two were seeing such an innovative hair accessory for the first time, especially Sister Niu, who was simply enthralled by it.

The bus driver glanced at it when he stopped and was indifferent, but he had a daughter at home, and that red pom-pom hair accessory was really pretty; he thought his little girl would definitely love it.

The pair felt awkward accepting the gifts for free, but Song Yunuan had no intention of charging for them.

And besides, it wasn’t appropriate to argue over payment on the bus.

Soon, they arrived at the county town, and after all the passengers had alighted, Old Mrs.

Song mentioned they had other errands, telling them not to be polite and informed them truthfully that these were homemade.

They planned to try selling them in the afternoon and hoped the two could spread the word, but asked them not to disclose that the items were made by her family.

The bus driver and Sister Niu happily agreed to do so.

Song Yunuan and her grandmother went their separate ways; she headed to Sister Zhao’s house, while Old Mrs.

Song went to find her youngest son.

They also brought along a tote bag, which Old Mrs.

Song took with her, telling Song Yunuan to deliver the purse to Zhao Li, and to avoid bringing too many things, as that wouldn’t be good.

Song Yunuan agreed wholeheartedly.

Sister Zhao happened to be home and was delighted to see Song Yunuan.

Her joy increased even more when she saw the purse and hair accessory.

She had one daughter and two sons; her three-year-old daughter, with the red pom-pom hair accessory on, suddenly looked as lovely as a child from a New Year painting.

Sister Zhao’s house was quite spacious.

The old man and old lady had taken the two grandsons out to visit relatives, leaving only Zhao Li and her daughter at home.

Zhao Li was in fact only twenty-seven but already the mother of three children.

She asked Song Yunuan where she had gotten these from, commenting that if they were bought, they must have been expensive.

Song Yunuan didn’t keep it a secret, explaining that she had seen someone selling these purses and hair accessories in the provincial city, sourced them from Yang City, and thus, she wanted to try making some to see if they could be sold.

Sister Zhao wasn’t aware that in fact, there were many businesses in the county town, and while some operated legitimately, none sold purses and hair accessories.

Song Yunuan: “Sister Zhao, I want to give it a try.”

After considering for a moment, Sister Zhao got her child dressed and, holding her, said, “Let’s go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

Your brother-in-law works there; let’s inform him first to avoid being fined by the management office.”

She further explained to Song Yunuan that although there was no longer a crime for speculation, it was also not explicitly allowed to do business freely.

Song Yunuan belonged to the handicraft industry, which was now being vigorously promoted for development within the family, so she could sell what she made herself.

Just like the hawthorns picked from the mountains and the maltose made at home.

Her visit to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau went smoothly.

After greeting them, Sister Zhao’s brother-in-law agreed right away, and Song Yunuan hadn’t expected this pleasant surprise.

After kissing her little niece, and thanking Sister Zhao, she cheerfully set off for the department store she had arranged to meet her grandmother at.

It wasn’t long before Old Mrs.

Song and Song Nian arrived.

Then, they smoothly spent a hundred yuan to purchase a Peacock brand bicycle.

The bicycle was a classic 28-inch model with unquestionable quality.

Song Yunuan, with her long legs, could ride it easily.

It was only after arriving that she learned the bicycle ticket Chu Zizhou had given her was a military ticket, which came with a discount, and even the salesperson was particularly enthusiastic.

Not only did they select the best one, but they also installed it free of charge.

A bicycle also needed an air pump, which she bought without a ticket, completing the set.

The salesperson in charge of bicycles didn’t stand behind a counter; the bicycles were brought out from the warehouse.

Old Mrs.

Song was good at making conversation, and she was vague about the origin of the military ticket, which made the salesperson believe that this family was not just ordinary country folk.

A single military ticket brought them closer to each other.

Afterward, they pushed the bicycle out of the department store’s warehouse.

It seemed to be just past three in the afternoon, when Song Yunuan asked about her little aunt’s situation.

Ever since Liu Jincui and Sun Dazhuang had been taken away, there had been no news.

Liu Jincui’s daughter-in-law had left with the child.

As for who Sun Jinrong belonged to, Liu Jincui didn’t know, saying she had been kidnapped from the street.

It was in Hai City, but she couldn’t remember the exact place.

At the time, she was a street urchin, about three or four years old.

As for why she wasn’t sold off later, it was because the Dragon Kingdom had been established, which prohibited the sale of people.

They had no choice but to claim her as their own daughter and raise her.

Without the filter of family affection, Sun Jinrong knew that her life had been incredibly harsh from childhood to adulthood.

Moreover, whether true or not, it was impossible to prove either way.

With this explanation, Sun Jinrong suddenly didn’t care anymore.

The Sun family’s house had been confiscated, and all their belongings seized.

Sun Jinrong was left with nothing but a longevity lock, quite an ordinary one at that.

For now, that was all she had.

These past few days had been busy, and there had been no time to return home.

Song Nian said that Station Chief Ho had returned some of their belongings, all items Sun Jinrong had previously wrangled for the Sun family.

Song Nian said he had sorted everything out and was going to send it back to the countryside.

Hearing this, Old Mrs.

Song became angry, “Send what?

Isn’t your sister and your nephew in the county?

What, you act as if you can’t see them?

Can’t they eat a meal at your home?”

Song Nian hurriedly explained, “No, no, we only got the things back yesterday.

There’s a lot of work at the unit, and I haven’t had time yet,” moving closer to reassure Old Mrs.

Song, “Mom, don’t worry, we won’t make any foolish mistakes again.”

Old Mrs.

Song pushed her younger son to one side with a slap and spat disdainfully, “Sun Jinrong has lost her natal home; who can she turn to now?”

But having said her piece, the old lady closed her mouth, telling Song Nian to watch over his sister and Abo carefully.

Sun Jinrong was fundamentally flawed and could easily revert to her true nature.

Using Old Mrs.

Song’s words, “A dog can’t change its habit of eating feces,” they would just have to wait and see.

Of course, such words would never be said in front of Sun Jinrong.

Then Old Mrs.

Song told him to hurry back to work since he was still a temporary employee and taking time off repeatedly might lead to him getting fired.

No matter what, he still had a place to eat.

Song Nian indeed couldn’t afford to delay any longer; after giving a few warnings, he rode the bicycle back to his unit…