Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 77 - How about donating it to the country_1

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: How about donating it to the country?_1

Chapter 77 -77: How about donating it to the country?_1

In the courtyard, Song Mingsheng clung to his sister’s clothes and wouldn’t let go until Song Yunuan forcefully pried his fingers off.

Clearly, Qin Siqi was aware of her brother’s ability.

How she came to know about it, she wasn’t sure now.

But her brother had made a promise last night, and it was up to him to keep it.

This ability was a bit troublesome.

Mainly because the Song family had no power or influence, even if her brother was Old Mr.

Ji’s grandson, he couldn’t be kept safe.

Upon closer thought, Song Yunuan felt a twinge of sadness.

Perhaps she should offer Asheng to the nation?

The country should be able to protect him, right?

But wouldn’t this ability just steal the livelihood of those cultural relic appraisal masters?

Moreover, her brother was still a child.

It wouldn’t be right!

Song Yunuan dismissed the wild thoughts from her mind.

Xiujuan was a lovely little girl, a year older than Asheng, almost a mini version of Lin Jia.

Song Mingbo originally went out to play with his friends, but hurried back when he heard that unexpected guests had arrived at home.

He witnessed the scene that had just unfolded.

He stood next to Song Yunuan and was about to speak when she slapped the back of his hand.

Xiujuan was a real child, without complex thoughts, and didn’t notice Song Yunuan’s fierce gaze beside her.

She took a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it to Song Mingsheng, “This is chocolate candy, very delicious.

Here, you can have it.”

Song Mingsheng instinctively reached out his hand, but halfway through, he turned his palm facing outward, effortlessly changing it into a gesture of refusal, “I don’t eat candy.

My teeth have been hurting these past few days, and my grandma won’t let me eat sweets.

She said if I dare to eat candy again, she’ll break my legs.”

Little Xiujuan blinked, oh, her aunt also said that you can’t eat too much candy, or it will hurt.

Then she remembered her aunt’s instructions and pulled out a green object to give to Asheng, “This is called an auspicious jade Ruyi scepter.

My aunt said if a child touches it, they’ll get perfect scores on their school exams.

Go ahead and touch it.”

Asheng looked up at Song Yunuan, while Song Mingbo furrowed his brow.

Little Asheng recoiled a bit and asked, “Will it break if I touch it?”

Little Xiujuan, “It won’t.

Go on, touch it.”

Little Asheng first glanced at the jade Ruyi scepter, hesitated for a moment, then reached out to touch it.

This was a green accessory.

If Lin Qing had it on her person, it was definitely a fine item.

It was in the shape of a Ruyi scepter, not very large, about ten centimeters.

It was a vibrant green, as if it even carried a shimmering light.

Seeing that Asheng really did touch it, Little Xiujuan smiled and eagerly asked, “My aunt asked me to find out how old the jade Ruyi scepter is.”

Then she scratched her head, clearly puzzled, “Asheng, do you know?”

Little Asheng pursed his lips, his eyes as dark as black grapes, and they seemed to carry a hint of mistiness.

He turned his hand back and shook his head, “I don’t know, and also, what does ‘how old is it’ mean?

I don’t understand that either.”

Xiujuan grabbed a handful of her hair, oh, it seemed like her aunt asked her something else, but she had forgotten it.

So, she put the Ruyi scepter back in her pocket, “Asheng, shall we play marbles?”

Little Asheng quickly nodded his head.

And so, the two children squatted on the ground, first digging a few small holes, then started playing marbles.

But Song Yunuan noticed that Little Asheng wasn’t paying attention; he kept looking at the pocket where Xiujuan had placed the Jade Ruyi.

Song Mingbo took hold of Song Yunuan’s arm and lowered his voice, “Little Nuan, what are you doing?”

Song Yunuan looked at him, her voice haunting, “Aren’t you good at divination?

You could give it a try.”

Song Mingbo: …

“Little Nuan, to be honest, I learned it when I was twelve.

How I learned it, I can’t really explain now, but I just did.

I thought it was fun, so I did a reading for our dad.

It turned out that the divination showed he would face a disaster involving blood.

I immediately went to tell our dad, and after hearing it, he picked up a willow branch to thrash me, but he tripped over the door threshold, cut his lip, and almost knocked out his front teeth.

When he wiped his face with his hand, there was blood all over…”

Song Yunuan was dumbfounded: “So it all turned out to concern you?”

“Right, if I hadn’t made the calculations, nothing would have happened.

At that time, our dad thrashed me and asked with blood on his face whether I had predicted that I would get beaten.”

That scene back then was quite frightening.

“Later, I secretly tried a few more times, and it always turned out to be my doing. novelbuddy.cσ๓

You might also want to ask why I didn’t figure out that Qin Siqi wasn’t a child of the Song family.

The reason is that it’s impossible to divine for anyone under fifteen.

Afterward, I mostly used it to predict exam questions.”

Song Mingbo chuckled, “Not to mention, it actually worked pretty well and kept me out of trouble.”

Song Yunuan looked at her older brother with an indescribable expression.

“Actually, I also know that this isn’t the right way to do things, and no one knows about it.

I don’t use it anymore.

I worried that if I made a mistake during the college entrance exams, it would be terrible, so I have been studying hard recently.

Ji Hao is doing well; he’s the top of the class, and he has been tutoring me these days.” After a pause, he remembered his original concern, “By the way, what’s wrong with Asheng?”

Song Yunuan looked at her brother.

[I’m not going to tell you that Asheng can simply touch an item to ascertain whether it’s an authentic antique or not.

You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.

The way you are now, it would be good enough if you could take care of yourself.]

[If it weren’t for you cheating on tests, where would your grades rank?

I’m afraid you might not even pass the entrance exams for a junior college.]

[Do you know how many students fail the college entrance exams every year?

There are many, many of them.

The best-case scenario is that you find a job as a worker, and the worst-case is to return to the village and farm the land.

In the future, you’ll get married and have children.

What will happen if you live a hard life and target Asheng?]

[It’s best that only grandma, grandpa, dad, and mom know about this.

Yet even Qin Siqi knows, so as an older brother, you really are useless.]

Song Mingbo, who tried hard to act as if he heard nothing, was almost in tears.

Song Yunuan spoke directly, “Asheng is fine.

Weren’t you supposed to go back to school this afternoon?

Don’t tell me you were thinking of hitching a ride with them?”

Song Mingbo wiped his face and said earnestly, “No, I’m leaving now.”

He needed to go back and study, not rely on tricks.

He had to not only protect his younger brother but also his younger sister and the rest of the family.

Song Yunuan said, “It’s almost time for lunch.

Eat before you leave.

Oh, and take some dried vegetables for Grandpa Ji.

I’ve noticed he likes string beans and dried eggplant.”

Song Mingbo agreed and ran off to help grandpa with the chores.

In a short while, a rather pale-looking Lin Jia came out, seemingly guilty.

She took Xiujuan, who was absorbed in play, outside, and with her was Old Mrs.

Song.

She glanced awkwardly at the amiable Old Mrs.

Song, “I’m sorry, Grandma Song, I had no idea it would turn out like this, I’m truly sorry.

I…

I will definitely make it up to you all in the future.”

Old Mrs.

Song gestured dismissively, “Lin Zhiqing, I’m telling you this not to make you feel guilty.

When you think about it, all you educated youths leaving home to come to the northern wilderness, it hasn’t been easy.

Let’s not dwell on the past or talk about making amends.

I’m going to take the liberty of being a bit old-fashioned and share some thoughts with you.”

Tears gushed from Lin Jia’s eyes as she choked up, “Grandma Song, please speak.”

Old Mrs.

Song said, “You have a good temperament and a tender heart, and you’re also young.

You can’t say you will live alone for the rest of your life.

In the future, you need to be more discerning, especially since you have two daughters.

If you’re considering someone, make sure he has good character.

A pretty face and sweet words don’t necessarily make someone a decent person.”

After saying this, Old Mrs.

Song gave Song Yunuan a particularly meaningful glance.

Oh, the matter of a girl getting married sure needs to be considered carefully.

That Wang Zhuzi was tall with thick eyebrows and big eyes, considered quite handsome in the countryside.

But he was nothing but a rogue and a waste.

Song Yunuan blinked her eyes; her grandmother was reminding her as well.

Otherwise, why would she keep giving her such pointed looks?