Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 107: Do you have anything to say to her?_1

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Do you have anything to say to her?_1

Song Yunuan went to make a phone call to Zheng Dong.

Last time she returned, Zheng Dong had given her his phone number, telling her to call him for sure if there was anything needed.

She wasn’t sure if he would be there at this time.

Chu Zizhou was writing work notes and thought she came in to ask about how the situation with Liu Daniu had been handled.

He said to her, "Liu Daniu and Chu Youfu were sent to work at the pig farm."

Song Yunuan’s eyes curved into a smile, "Then I really have to thank Brigade Leader Chu."

"No need to mention it." Seeing Song Yunuan take out one yuan, he asked, "You want to make a phone call, should I leave?"

Song Yunuan gestured with her hand, "No need, I just want to see if Zheng Dong is in the office or not."

Song Yunuan thought the telephones of this era were quite distinctive. For instance, the one at the brigade headquarters was black and had a rotary dial, where you had to turn the dial in a circle for each number.

Once the call was connected, it really was picked up by Zheng Dong.

When he heard Song Yunuan’s voice, Zheng Dong was very enthusiastic and asked if there was anything she needed.

"Brother Dongzi, does your electronics factory have a position for cleaning maintenance?"

Figuring out the unspoken message.

Zheng Dong immediately understood and said, "We do need one, currently, the female employees’ dormitory needs one, but it’s not a formal position, it’s temporary, with no age restriction and must be female, and of course, educational background doesn’t matter."

"Has someone already been selected for it?"

Zheng Dong hesitated for a moment, then remembered something, chuckled, and said, "More than ten have applied. What should I do? It seems not right to refuse anyone."

Song Yunuan was even more straightforward, "Brother Dongzi, why don’t you try out the person I recommend for the time being? Her name is Chu Xiaocao, fifteen years old, uneducated but very capable. She’s currently in a difficult situation and urgently needs a place to eat and sleep."

Then she briefly mentioned, "... I’m really moved, you see, comparing them, actually both the Song and Qin families’ parents are quite sensible. So, I’d like to help Chu Xiaocao."

Zheng Dong immediately agreed, having already thought of an excuse. He wouldn’t use any of the personal favors, so that wouldn’t offend anyone.

However, he told Song Yunuan to bring the person over for a look first and that even if her family didn’t like her, she still needed to talk to them first.

Song Yunuan agreed to everything on this end and then hung up the phone.

On the other side, Chu Zizhou said, "I need to go to the commune tomorrow. I might as well go with her."

Song Yunuan, "Then I have to thank you."

The two set a time, and Song Yunuan left after putting down one yuan and signing her name.

Chu Zizhou deliberately looked again, and sure enough, her handwriting seemed to be getting better.

Before he could even sit down, the phone rang.

Chu Zizhou picked up the phone, and a clear, peerless voice came from the receiver, "It’s me!"

Chu Zizhou: ...

Although he hadn’t expected a call, weirdly, it also felt expected.

Chu Zizhou hurriedly started by mentioning the construction of the chicken coop, saying that they would start transplanting the rice seedlings soon, and that two technicians would arrive at Erdao River the day after, along with the seedlings.

Then, even though the soil quality here is quite good, there wasn’t much land suitable for rice planting.

So, if the supply and demand chain were to be established, the villagers would soon be living well.

Of course, there’s also the straw hat project he’s currently focusing on.

It was like reporting to a superior.

The other side listened quietly while Chu Zizhou added, "The idea for the straw hats was actually suggested by Song Yunuan. I have to say, her little brain is quite useful."

On the other end, Gu Huai’an’s lips curved into a smile.

He also gave a gentle hum.

Then Chu Zizhou continued by saying Song Yunuan had just left, and Gu Huai’an asked him, "What did she come for?"

"Uh, she called someone named Zheng Dong, the head of the county’s electronics factory." After a pause and hearing no response from the other side, Chu Zizhou decided to tell Gu Huai’an about the events of the afternoon.

He also informed him that everything had been taken care of.

Then, somewhat triumphantly asking for praise, "Huai’an, was I quick? Do I deserve to be called decisive and resolute?"

Gu Huai’an from the other end did say, "Hmm, well handled."

Such matters, after all, should not be dragged out.

Knowing that Song Yunuan found Zheng Dong to arrange a job for Chu Xiaocao, Gu Huai’an approved of it.

As far as he was aware, the electronics factory was composed of eighty percent female workers, so cleaning the female dormitory would be a good job opportunity.

Towards the end, Chu Zizhou tentatively asked, "Huai’an, do you have anything to say to her?"

"No."

His answer was crisp and to the point.

Chu Zizhou: ...

Actually, there must be a lot you want to ask, but unfortunately Huai’an is busy now, involved in a very important task, the kind that has him soaking in the lab every day.

That must be time he squeezed out of his busy schedule.

How to describe it?

Chu Zizhou silently shook his head.

On the other end, Gu Huai’an said, "Right now, she plays as she pleases, but once school starts, she won’t have so much time."

Chu Zizhou nodded, indeed that was the case.

Suddenly remembering the conversation from the other day, he hurriedly said to Gu Huai’an, "I have something to tell you."

"Hmm."

The voice was very gentle, and Chu Zizhou found it amazing.

So he told Gu Huai’an about what Song Yunuan had said to him after he left.

"She said she had a very difficult question to ask you. From the look of her at the time, it felt like it wasn’t any ordinary question."

There was a moment of contemplation on the other end, and the voice even carried a hint of amusement, "No problem."

As long as a question can be asked, there will be an answer.

On the other end, Gu Huai’an was actually looking forward to what question Song Yunuan would ask him.

She was a little fox.

Indeed, she wouldn’t ask a straightforward question.

He had to ponder what kind of question the little girl would ask?

Song Yunuan had long forgotten what she had said to Chu Zizhou. After returning home, she had gone to feed grass to the Big Jujube horse while her brother was training about a dozen goslings in the yard.

Although horses and geese were kept in the yard, it was not at all dirty and messy. Now that spring had arrived, the soil in the vegetable garden had already been turned over. Most of the vegetable seeds had been planted.

Some had already sprouted green shoots.

The Song family’s house was dilapidated, but the homestead was quite large.

Not to mention the backyard, just the front yard alone, there was a stone path in the middle that could accommodate a horse-drawn cart.

The sides were dirt grounds, always swept clean.

The western storehouse was very large, the kind that could be lived in, but now it was just used for storage.

The goose shed and stable were on the east side.

Even when the wind blew, you couldn’t smell anything unusual.

The Big Jujube horse was Old Man Song’s pride and joy.

It also had a name, Big Jujube.

They didn’t dare to name it anything like Hóng Hóng, because too many people in the village were called Hong.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Song inside the house had finished counting the money. A hundred and twenty pairs of trousers had sold for 520 yuan.

Just this once, the initial capital of 500 yuan had been recouped.

Of course, the favor owed to Old Mr. Ji needed to be counted separately.

Then, there was still a mountain-sized pile of fabric left over.

It was a successful battle from the get-go.

Next, they had to continue cutting and sewing trousers.

Meanwhile, Song Liang was considering buying another sewing machine.

There was also a need to construct a space specifically for making clothes and storing fabrics at home.

After hearing about it, Song Yunuan exclaimed, oh, the beginning of a small workshop was taking shape.

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Early in the morning, just as Song Yunuan opened her eyes, she heard voices in the yard.

They were discussing how something strange happened at Old Ding’s family from Erdao River Village last night.