Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 109 That’s Little Nuan’s Ability!_1

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 That’s Little Nuan’s Ability!_1

Chu Youfu’s face instantly changed.

President Huang narrowed his eyes.

After exchanging a glance with Chu Zizhou, he looked at the head of Liuxia Hamlet. Consequently, Liu Daniu, who was being scolded by the head, didn’t dare make a peep from beginning to end.

However, the look in Chu Xiaocao’s eyes was full of resentment.

She really was a curse; why hadn’t she died out there?

She bitterly thought to herself.

Chu Xiaocao had almost nothing; Song Yunuan told her not to worry about anything. The factory would issue work clothes and even allow her to get an advance on her wages to buy things. President Huang said there were old suitcases left by educated youths in the commune warehouse that she could pick from and take with her; even washbasins were available to use.

So, an excited Chu Xiaocao left Liuxia Hamlet with her referral letter, proof, and some daily necessities.

With teary eyes, she looked at Song Yunuan and several others, stumbling over her words of gratitude.

President Huang told her there was no need for this and that once she arrived at the electronics factory, she should work hard, be honest and stay out of trouble.

Song Yunuan, on the other hand, told her to get along well with Aunt Wu, who was very decent, and that if she faced any difficulties, she should not hesitate to seek help from Aunt Wu...

Then, she also told her to study, reassuring her that as long as she studied, she could be like her.

Chu Xiaocao excitedly promised to do so.

Before she left, she even went to say farewell to Old Mrs. Liu.

Old Mrs. Liu didn’t dare say much, only expressing her thanks to President Huang for arranging the job.

Just as President Huang was about to speak, Song Yunuan waved at him with a smile.

Consequently, he accepted the thanks himself.

However, he saw Song Yunuan in a new light.

Despite her young age, not only was she decisive and efficient in her actions, but she was also very steady.

Speaking of which, he had even had the fortune of meeting Factory Director Zheng thanks to her today.

He made a mental note of this favor, no matter what.

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A week later, Song Yunuan finished writing a fairy tale.

Before sending it off, she read it to Song Mingsheng.

Asheng listened without blinking an eye.

And during that week, Erdao River Village could be said to have been truly bustling.

The rice seedlings had been transplanted. Although Song Yunuan did not know how to do this and many people were also ignorant, the underlying principle was the same—they were all cultivating land, after all.

The villagers learned quickly; after some basic training, they were able to handle the work.

Song Yunuan was in charge of cooking.

Actually, each morning, Xia Guilan would prepare either steamed buns or vegetable stuffed buns and they just needed to be reheated at noon.

Asheng knew how to light a fire and use a bellows to blow air into the stove, making the firewood burn fiercely, turning bright red, and casting Asheng’s little face in a warm glow.

With someone taking care of the fire, it was as if there was a gas stove, and Song Yunuan could do the cooking.

Of course, she also kept an eye on her younger brother so he wouldn’t get burned.

Their homebred chickens laid eggs prolifically, making the shepherd’s purse egg drop soup especially delicious and fragrant.

In the evenings, Xia Guilan would come back early, but Song Yunuan didn’t want her mother, who was exhausted from the day’s work, to have to cook as well.

Thus, she took over the cooking for the two daily meals.

Song Yunuan’s culinary skills were not bad; in any case, no matter what she cooked, her grandparents would praise its deliciousness.

During this period, Song Nian paid a visit.

He excitedly told Song Yunuan that the office desks and bookcases she had designed were adopted.

Of course, the blueprints and sketches would not be the same.

Then, the electronics factory received a large order.

It wasn’t just for office supplies; Zheng Dong even had some household furniture personally made for him.

For the next two months, the factory would be incredibly busy.

He truly appreciated his niece.

She was simply his lucky star.

He knew the home was now busy, but he couldn’t take leave to help with the farm work. However, the factory had granted him a day off to assist; Factory Manager Duan had even approved an advance on a month’s salary for him.

So, Song Nian brought back a basket full of eggs and twenty pounds of dried noodles, to which Old Mrs. Song remarked that since they already had eggs at home, buying more was silly, as if he had a lump on his head.

The past Song Nian might not have wanted to listen, but now he loved hearing whatever the family said.

He also told Song Yunuan that Station Chief Ho had now become the deputy director of the county public security bureau.

This was a promotion.

Seeing that he didn’t put on airs at all and was still laughing and greeting him warmly,

at this point, Song Nian actually felt somewhat startled, not knowing when his connections had spread so far.

But was this their capability?

No, it was Little Nuan’s capability!!!

Song Nian, however, saw things very clearly.

Yet Song Yunuan also thought Factory Manager Duan was a clever person. He was so good at handling things, and he didn’t bother with the whole "no hares, no eagles" approach. Regardless of whether Zheng Dong brought in orders, he had already made her uncle and aunt official employees.

Just like President Huang, they were both very impressive.

Then there was Big Boss Ding.

It was said that indeed something uncanny was happening in his house.

In the dead of night, a woman’s soft singing could be heard, along with crying, and someone saw Big Boss Ding collapsed by his wife’s grave, yet still kneeling.

In the mud in front of him were written three big characters: I am guilty!

Big Boss Ding only had one son, and that was Ding Shan.

He once asked with red eyes if he really had killed his mother.

As the youth grew up, his clenched fists were quite intimidating.

In the end, he was beaten up by Big Boss Ding, yet in the middle of the night, Big Boss Ding would appear again at his deceased wife’s grave.

Big Boss Ding himself didn’t understand what was happening.

His mind was in turmoil, but he just wouldn’t report it to the police.

Chu Zizhou didn’t want to get involved either, seeing that the man definitely had issues.

Just yesterday, Big Boss Ding was found soaking in the Erdao River.

He climbed out, soaked,

and his mind was somewhat unclear.

Song Yunuan felt there were some things in this world that were just destined.

Perhaps his spirit was truly being avenged.

What’s impossible about that? She herself had transmigrated.

Actually, all of this was orchestrated by Song Liang and Song He.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way; with enough determination, there’s hardly anything that can’t be achieved.

The guilt-stricken Big Boss Ding, watched by the Song brothers, would find escaping not so easy.

Of course, Song Yunuan didn’t know any of this.

She took her brother to the county town to mail manuscripts, and Asheng carefully touched the envelope, finding it magical that it contained such a wonderful story.

In Song Yunuan’s hands was the address given to her by Director Whang from the provincial capital bookstore, one was for the Children’s Literature Publishing House, and the other Baihua Publishing House.

Song Yunuan couldn’t be bothered to make another copy, so she simply sent the letter directly to the Children’s Literature Publishing House.

She checked the phone number that Old Mr. Lin had given her, he had said she could call whether there was something or nothing.

His office always had someone on duty twenty-four hours a day.

Phones shouldn’t be used casually, plus she had no real issues at the moment.

The only thing she wanted to do was to find the master counterfeiter.

She wanted to cooperate with him.

Of course, not for making forgeries to swindle money, but to open a blue-and-white porcelain studio in Beidu.

She thought about it and found it impractical at the moment, so she let the idea rest.

She got the textbooks for the first and second grades, ready to use them for Chu Xiaocao’s education, and also to pay her a visit.

Chu Xiaocao was adjusting well; no one came to disturb her. She used to be skinny with a pale complexion, but now it seemed her cheeks had fleshed out.

At this moment, Zheng Dong, lugging big and small packages, was about to head out.

Seeing Song Yunuan and particularly Asheng, his eyes lit up; he had heard that there was another granddaughter in Old Master Ji’s family, about the same age as Asheng.

Therefore, he said to Song Yunuan, "You got any plans?"

Song Yunuan intended to visit Old Mr. Ji’s home but wasn’t in a hurry.

So, she asked, "Nothing urgent at the moment; by the way, where are you going?"

Zheng Dong: "My grandpa’s old ailment flared up again; I was thinking maybe you and Asheng could accompany me somewhere."