Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 78 - A long, long time ago..._1

Chapter 78: Chapter 78 A long, long time ago…_1

Chapter 78 -78 A long, long time ago…_1

They came quickly, and left just as fast.

A large group of people left Erdao River Village.

The place once again returned to its usual tranquility.

Qin Siqi, Lin Qing, and Lin Jia, holding a child, were sitting in a car.

Lin Qing had just asked Xiujuan, who said that Asheng claimed to be ignorant.

Qin Siqi frowned, this was true, one hundred percent true.

How could Asheng not know?

On the other side, Lin Jia glanced at her sister, planning to have a serious talk with her.

She also needed to tell her sister not to believe Qin Siqi’s words.

The Song family didn’t at all favor sons over daughters; everyone knew how delicately the Song family girls were treated, with cousins attending to them and even younger brothers giving way to them.

Song Ting, who was only three years older, truly had the demeanor of a young aunt.

If she wanted to know something, why didn’t she just ask her?

Having not seen Lin Qing for several years, Lin Jia noticed that her sister had changed a lot.

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The things that Lin Jia brought were all left behind.

There were two bolts of cloth, two cans of luncheon meat, and six cans of fruit, as well as malt extract, candies, and biscuits.

All of it was collected by Old Mrs.

Song.

For the first time, Little Asheng didn’t pounce on them, but sat on a stone in the yard, full of thoughts.

Song Yunuan asked him, “What’s wrong?”

Little Asheng whispered, “Sister, can I talk about it?”

Song Yunuan, “You can tell your sister anything.”

“Sister, that Ruyi scepter cried when it left… It said it was our Song family ancestors’ most favored little Ruyi, which had accompanied the ancestors for decades.

It told me to buy it back and offer it up, otherwise, it would curse us every day as unworthy descendants.”

Song Yunuan was taken aback and suddenly broke out into a cold sweat.

What does this mean, was that Ruyi scepter really from the Song family ancestors?

Ah, now she remembered.

Grandpa mentioned a long, long time ago, the Song family seemed to have held high office in the imperial court of some dynasty.

Later, a family member who could predict the future was beheaded after being discovered by the emperor, and only the youngest direct son was rescued, living in anonymity until now.

They were descendants of that direct son.

Who would believe such a tale?

But it seemed like the Song family members all believed it.

Including her little brother.

Song Yunuan felt goosebumps; she opened her mouth and said, “So… what happened next?”

Even if the little guy was making up a story, she had to brace herself to hear it out.

“I told it we have no money, we are very poor, then it criticized grandma and grandpa, and mom and dad as useless, saying they couldn’t even earn such a small amount of money, and it also called me a little good-for-nothing!”

Song Yunuan remained silently wordless.

Wasn’t this supposed to be a grand female lead story?

How did it turn into a fantasy tale?

Lin Qing was extremely lucky; since the eighties, everything she did seemed to go smoothly, and with a solid foundation and broad connections, by the early nineties, she had amassed an impressive fortune, and the Su family was only getting better and better.

Although she admired Gu Huai’an, he was the unattainable moon in the sky, merely a thought.

Who wouldn’t be captivated by a person like Gu Huai’an?

Reality and fantasy were distinct, so she and Su Junze could be considered a loving couple.

She didn’t know if it had anything to do with the Jade Ruyi.

If she had any say in it, she would definitely get her hands on the Jade Ruyi, and then smash it to pieces with a hammer.

She patted her younger brother’s head, “This Jade Ruyi is worth the price of twenty incense burners, we can’t afford it.

Don’t worry, your sister will work hard to earn money and redeem it back, and then we’ll enshrine it in a box.

From now on, this matter is no longer your concern, understand?”

Asheng jumped up excitedly, tugging at Song Yunuan and pleading, “Sister, can I have a piece of egg cake?

No, half a piece, please?”

Old Mrs.

Song looked at her own cabinet.

There was once a time when it only ever housed a batch of date cakes once.

But now, it was full to the brim.

It was time to distribute some to her sons.

Old Man Song caught river shrimps yesterday, and today he cleaned them all up.

For lunch, he stir-fried river shrimps with chives, made egg soup,

and made vegetable buns with shepherd’s purse and oilseed rape mixed together for the dough.

Song Mingbo felt extremely happy.

He was full and had five yuan in his pocket, as well as a basket of dried vegetables and a packet of honeysuckle.

The dandelions in the fields were flourishing more and more, and he had picked a lot of them, cleaning them and placing them in the basket.

Song Yunuan pushed out the bicycle and said to Song Mingbo, who was preparing to walk to the town’s No.1 Middle School, “Big Brother, ride the bike back to town, go straight to Old Mr.

Ji’s home, and then you can just leave the bike there.”

Song Yunuan was not so insensitive—after all, it was just a bike.

Making her brother walk back to school would be a bit too much.

Song Mingbo steadfastly refused.

Song Yunuan told her brother that they would be going to town next Saturday, with a lot to carry, so it wouldn’t be convenient to ride the bicycles, and therefore, leaving it at Old Mr.

Ji’s place would be perfect.

So, Song Mingbo rode off on the bicycle.

Before he left, he whispered back and forth with Asheng for a long while, and Asheng nodded continuously.

Usually, he listened very well to what his big brother said.

By late Saturday afternoon, when Song Yunuan and her family took their bags and head flowers to the town, a part of Erdao River Village’s paddy fields had already been arranged neatly.

Farm work was truly exhausting.

Although Song Yunuan hardly did any of it, she still found herself busy all week long.

This time, Song Yunuan and her group brought three handmade tote bags filled with bags and head flowers.

They arrived a bit late, but there were still a dozen or so girls waiting.

Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang were there too.

The two had been preparing for a week and only now realized many of their preparations were unnecessary.

With Little Nuan there to do the accounting and take the money, they didn’t need to call out for customers, just fetch the goods—and promptly exchange an item if someone wasn’t satisfied.

Today, Song Yunuan was still dressed the same, standing graceful and charming, the best advertisement of all.

The next day, they came again.

Song Liang and Song He also followed.

Old Mrs.

Song remained relatively calm, while Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang were so excited they had barely slept the night before, but they were brimming with energy.

They had sold over five hundred yuan worth yesterday, and today they had packed six tote bags.

They dared not calculate how much they might sell.

Old Mrs.

Song went to her youngest son’s house and spoke frankly about the situation.

Sun Jinrong’s face changed unpredictably, his heart sour with jealousy.

But what could he say?

He had to suppress the complex discomfort and jealousy inside him and looked eagerly at Old Mrs.

Song, “I want to join in and do it too.”

Old Mrs.

Song asked with a stern expression, “Are you willing to give up your job at the lumber factory?”

“Willing, willing, it’s too hard to become a regular employee now.

I’ve heard there haven’t been any positions to go permanent for the last two years.”

Old Mrs.

Song sighed, “I’m worried too.

You’ve had a lot on your plate recently and I couldn’t call on you.

Besides, the work requires meticulous tailoring, and frankly, your skills just aren’t up to scratch.

Plus, you have a stable job.

If I pull you away from it and things don’t sell, can you go back to the factory?”

With that explanation, Sun Jinrong felt much better.

Calming down, Sun Jinrong stopped feeling envious.

After all, very few had become self-employed, and those who did were often looked down upon by others.

“Come and help me.

I’ll give you some compensation for your hard work,” said Old Mrs.

Song to Sun Jinrong.

Today was Sunday.

Song Nian was at work, and Sun Jinrong had the day off at home.

Seeing the bags and head flowers, her eyes lit up.

Had her mother-in-law and sister-in-laws made these?

She was busy until almost nightfall.

During that time, a few public security patrolmen came by.

Song Yunuan, with a smile, brought up Sister Zhao’s husband and covertly stuffed a head flower for each of them—to take home to their wives or daughters.

After all, if none of these options were available, there were still sisters at home, weren’t there?

Just a head flower for tying up the hair—it couldn’t be considered a mistake.