Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 101: Do We Have to Be So Excessive?_1

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Do We Have to Be So Excessive?_1

Song Yunuan’s eyes widened, and before she could speak, Gu Huai’an said in an unhurried tone, "If you don’t know how to write it, use Pinyin instead, and if you don’t know Pinyin, just draw a circle."

Song Yunuan looked at Gu Huai’an somewhat speechlessly. Was that really something he should say?

[Draw a circle to encircle you. Hehe!]

Gu Huai’an: He shouldn’t have said anything.

The receipt was written quickly, finished in the blink of an eye. Gu Huai’an, seeing the calligraphy that danced like a phoenix across the paper, gave Song Yunuan a deep look and suddenly softened his voice, "I’ve also brought you test papers for ninth grade and eleventh grade. You don’t need to thank me or pay me; someone else gave them to me. It would be best if you can finish them. Of course, if there’s something you truly can’t do, don’t force yourself."

After saying this, Gu Huai’an pushed open the door of the brigade’s office. When Song Yunuan heard this, she couldn’t believe it, he had even brought her test papers. How outrageous! Just as she was about to chase after him to argue, Gu Huai’an pointed to the money behind her: "Your money!"

By the time Song Yunuan had stuffed the Unity (Da Tuanjie) into her bag and ran out, Chu Zizhou said that Gu Huai’an had already left.

He couldn’t contain his glee as he pointed to the two cardboard boxes: "These are from Huai’an for you. These cardboard boxes are pretty valuable, and so are these test papers. You should really treasure them."

Song Yunuan rolled her eyes internally, but her face showed nothing but gratitude. She said word by word, "I will treasure them dearly!"

After a pause, Chu Zizhou added, "Remember to do the test papers every day. If there’s something you really can’t do..."

Chu Zizhou wanted to say she could come to him if she didn’t know something, but then he thought better of it, considering the trouble if Song Yunuan deliberately brought him a really difficult problem.

So, he quickly changed his advice, "If there’s something you don’t understand, you could ask your older brother or leave it blank and ask Huai’an next time he comes. That guy doesn’t have any problems he can’t solve."

Song Yunuan didn’t believe it, "He can solve any problem?"

Chu Zizhou was supremely confident, "Yes, all of them!"

Song Yunuan’s eyes flickered, "I actually have a tough problem, said to be one of the world’s top ten unsolved problems, and to this day, no one has been able to solve it. I’ll ask for his help when he comes."

Chu Zizhou asked, "Really?"

"Of course, it’s true."

Chu Zizhou’s interest was immediately piqued, but then he quickly emphasized, "I meant difficult problems from ninth and eleventh-grade syllabuses, not the world’s tough problems."

Before Song Yunuan could say anything, he said, "Hurry up and take the books home. I am extremely busy here."

He was really idling away, chatting with Song Yunuan like this.

He might fall into a trap again soon.

Like with this straw hat.

Although it was good, and he even received praise from the county leaders, and even grandfather learned about it, who called to encourage him to boldly do what he was doing. As long as it was correct and beneficial, even if there were problems, he had his support.

But really, it was exhausting!

Song Yunuan frowned, pointing at the boxes, "How can I carry these? I need to go home and call for help."

Chu Zizhou couldn’t let her call for help. He had two villagers help carry it back to the Song family. The two men were not familiar with Song Yunuan and hardly spoke along the way, mainly because Song Yunuan was frowning and they didn’t dare to start a conversation.

Upon arriving home and setting the items down, Song Yunuan thanked the two uncles, who spoke a few words with Song Liang before leaving.

Old Man Song was weaving straw hats in the shade. Hearing that they were study papers, he busily carried them into Song Yunuan’s room.

Song Yunuan opened the boxes with curiosity.

Turns out, it wasn’t just textbooks and test papers; there was also a set of toys for kids—building blocks. There was no note and Gu Huai’an hadn’t said anything, but obviously, they were for Asheng.

She passed the box of blocks to Asheng, "These are from your big brother. Go play."

Asheng held the box of blocks and carefully opened it. The colorful blocks were neatly arranged, with colorful instruction sheets beside them.

Wow, it looked so magical.

Asheng looked at his hands, glad they were clean.

Song Yunuan examined everything once over. Aside from the papers, there were also a pencil box, a backpack, a stack of workbooks. The backpack was dark grey, not locally made, but from abroad.

Song Yunuan then opened the pencil box. Boy, it had everything—pencils, fountain pens, rulers, set squares, you name it.

The stationery box didn’t seem like something you could buy at the market, a deep navy blue adorned with a starry sky pattern.

Song Yunuan glanced at the fountain pen, a top-brand Hero, the best brand available currently.

She looked at the valuable paper cartons outside; they were indeed a precious commodity these days.

Song Yunuan put the two paper cartons on the ground, and Xia Guilan, who had followed her, quickly picked them up and placed them on the edge of the kang bed: "These are good stuff. I’ll wipe them clean for you, fix them up a bit. They can be used to store clothes."

Then she hesitated as she looked at her young son playing with the building blocks, but still couldn’t resist asking, "Little Nuan, where did these come from?"

Song Yunuan thought for a moment and said directly, "They were given by Gu Huai’an. He told me to study hard and aim high every day."

Xia Guilan always felt that something was off.

"And the building blocks too?"

Song Yunuan nodded: "Yep, those too."

Xia Guilan saw her daughter acting nonchalant and swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Instead, she said, "Well, it’s not good to take things without giving something in return."

Song Yunuan pointed at Song Mingsheng without any sense of guilt: "We ran into him back in the provincial city, and Asheng even took a roll of rope from him."

Asheng’s eyes darted around and he hastily said, "Mama, big brother said I don’t have to return the rope. I told him, once I grow up and start making money, I’m going to buy him a gift."

Xia Guilan remembered her son’s frequent bold proclamations.

At a loss for words for a long time, she eventually carried the two boxes away.

She whispered to Old Mrs. Song.

Old Mrs. Song wasn’t bothered: "This is normal social intercourse. Don’t worry about it. Meddle too much, and it makes us seem petty and calculating. Since Asheng has said he’ll buy a gift when he’s grown up, then it’s his business. It has nothing to do with our Little Nuan."

Before she could finish, Song Yunuan came in and told Old Mrs. Song: "The last time I went to Herr City, I provided them with some information and even received a bonus of a thousand yuan. I’m going into town tomorrow, so I’ll deposit it then."

If this had been in the past, Old Mrs. Song would likely have fainted from excitement at the mention of a thousand yuan.

Now she was much calmer and told Song Yunuan, "Put it in a safe place for now; we’ll go out together tomorrow."

There was a lot to do before heading out tomorrow; over a hundred pairs of trousers had accumulated, ready to be sold.

Before departing, Song Yunuan checked everything, discovering that the homemade iron could still be used.

It could always be upgraded later as the business grew.

This time, the trousers were mostly for women, in black, khaki, and silver-grey, some with elastic bands, some with side openings or front openings, none with zips, only buttons.

In those days, people generally had thick hair and were very slim.

All the trousers had buttons, and women’s trousers had side openings.

The carriage belonged to the Song family; Old Man Song couldn’t put down his woven straw hat. Anyway, Song Liang could drive the carriage too, so he drove the carriage carrying his family to the county town.

First they went to deposit Song Yunuan’s money.

With an additional sixteen hundred, Song Yunuan’s passbook now boasted three thousand two hundred yuan.

Truly a little rich lady.

Today, Old Mrs. Song, Song Liang, and Lian Xiang came along. Xia Guilan stayed at home. They didn’t bring Asheng today; Xia Guilan had to cook for them at home, and Xiao Gang and Xiao Ru would have to eat at Song Liang’s place if they couldn’t get back by noon.

After depositing the money, the group headed to the department store where they set up their stall in advance, displaying the trousers by size on the racks.

Nowadays, people liked their trousers with sharp, straight creases—the straighter, the better, as it was said to signify status.

Naturally, all these trousers had creases.

Lined up on the racks, they looked quite stylish.

In no time at all, a crowd had gathered around...

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