Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 115 He’s Going to Complain!_1

Chapter 115: Chapter 115 He’s Going to Complain!_1

The journey to the brigade’s yard was smooth sailing.

Speaking of which, this yellow gravel road had been repaired by the county road crew a few days ago.

Otherwise, no matter how good the driving skills were, one would still get tossed around.

Song Yunuan parked the car.

She opened the car door and got out, while Little Asheng finally hopped out happily.

Chu Zizhou got out of the car and blocked Song Yunuan from leaving as he asked her, "Where did you buy your water gun? I’ve never seen one so realistic."

He also wanted to know how she knew there was a hunting shotgun in his trunk.

Song Yunuan replied, "I bought it when I went to Herr City, and I also got one for my brother and Yingying, and even Grandpa Ji got one to play with. Actually, there was one for Gu Huai’an too, but he left early and I didn’t have the chance to give it to him."

Chu Zizhou’s eyes lit up, "Where is that one?"

"I gave it to my older brother."

"...Didn’t you buy one for your older brother?"

"Isn’t my older brother a student?"

"Then why give it to him?"

Song Yunuan looked at Chu Zizhou curiously, "Well, he saw it, didn’t he?"

Chu Zizhou felt like talking to Song Yunuan at this moment was like talking to a child.

But she clearly wasn’t one.

Chu Zizhou ran a hand through his hair and decided to leave this question to Gu Huai’an. He asked Song Yunuan, "How did you know there was a hunting shotgun in the trunk of my car?"

Hunting wasn’t entirely banned these days, so it wouldn’t be a big problem for Chu Zizhou even if he took it out.

But it was still better to be cautious.

He had gotten it from a horse farm and it was very precious. He had even sneakily gone hunting in the mountains.

Unfortunately, he was alone and not familiar with the terrain of the woods, so he didn’t dare venture too deep.

And with his mediocre shooting skills, he hadn’t even hit a sparrow.

He was less adept than a village kid with a slingshot.

So, he hadn’t told anyone else.

Song Yunuan didn’t see it as a mystery, "I passed by the brigade several times, just glanced over and saw it. Besides, even if I didn’t see that, I still have my water gun."

Chu Zizhou was silent for a moment, looking at the confident Song Yunuan he cautioned, "Then you shouldn’t tell anyone else."

Song Yunuan promised, "Don’t worry, I won’t even tell my parents."

Chu Zizhou glanced over at Song Mingsheng again.

His eyes carried a complicated expression.

Was what Yao Hai said true?

If it was true, that would be incredibly unbelievable.

But he had to make sure he didn’t mention it either.

Little Asheng quickly covered his mouth and made a waving gesture with his other hand.

Song Yunuan suddenly stared at Chu Zizhou and asked slowly, "Do you believe what Yao Hai said?"

Chu Zizhou wasn’t foolish, "Don’t worry, I have my own judgment."

Song Yunuan chuckled, "Then I’m off."

Chu Zizhou hurriedly let her go, he still had to call Gu Huai’an to complain.

Song Yunuan walked slowly home, holding her brother’s hand, and asked while walking, "Asheng, how many things did you promise to give away?"

Song Mingsheng began listing one by one and then stopped, blinking his eyes, "Sister, that’s a lot."

"But what if you can’t find a job when you grow up?"

That won’t happen, as long as one is able, there’s always something to do.

But he also said, "Sister, when I start school, I’ll study hard, and then get into a good university. After I graduate from university, I’ll be assigned a job. Once I start working, I’ll earn money, and with the money, I’ll first buy things for you, sister. Then for everyone else."

He glanced again at Song Yunuan’s expression, trying to figure out why she suddenly brought up this conversation.

Then he understood and continued, "Sister, I’ll remember, I’ll try not to make empty promises in the future."

Song Yunuan chuckled and ruffled her brother’s hair, "You even know it’s making empty promises."

"A boy’s most important quality is to be true to his word and never break a promise."

Song Mingsheng nodded earnestly, recalled the previous topic, and asked Song Yunuan if they shouldn’t talk about that matter at home, right?

Of course, they couldn’t talk about it.

Song Yunuan helped Grandpa load up the horse cart and took her brother to the county guesthouse to deliver wild vegetables.

Meanwhile, Song Liang finished the work in the fields and began to tidy up straw hats.

Old Mrs. Song kept making trousers with her two daughters-in-law.

This time, they also included clothes for children.

Summer was approaching, and Song Yunuan had also bought a good amount of elastic bands. She drew up the designs and made checkered skirts out of various checkered fabrics.

Because of the elastic bands, there was no need to separate them into different sizes.

With bulk cutting, the pace was rather fast.

Oh, this time, Old Man Song also got in touch with two houses, planning to buy their old sewing machines.

Anyway, everyone was busy.

The watercress they delivered was fresh and lush; Director Niu happily asked how much longer they could continue to supply it.

Old Man Song told Director Niu that because his land was not very good, half of it near the low-lying land, the soil quality was poor. Even if he wanted to convert it to a paddy field, it wouldn’t work, so he didn’t plan to plant anything else, to avoid wasting seeds. Now, he had transplanted a lot of watercress seedlings there and didn’t know if it would be successful as he had never planted it before; this was simply an experiment.

Director Niu suggested, "If you have a dike, you can dig a pond to raise fish, or even grow water bamboo."

Old Man Song was taken aback for a moment and quickly said, "I thought water bamboo could only be grown in the southern part of our province?"

Director Niu: "That’s what I heard from the agricultural institute. I’m not entirely clear on the specifics, but since you’re experimenting with watercress now, people like to eat it even in summer."

He also complimented Old Man Song on how clean and fresh his watercress was. A few days ago, due to politeness, he had accepted a few baskets, but they were poorly picked, causing their staff to spend an entire afternoon cleaning it, and they were even mixed with other wild greens.

Director Niu was being sincere.

Praised by others, Old Man Song happily drove the cart away from the guesthouse.

This time he earned over thirty yuan; he also sold a basket of dandelions that were fresh, tender, and vividly green, without a single bad leaf, for three yuan.

Old Man Song dropped off Song Yunuan at Zhao Li’s alley. Song Yunuan brought two straw hats, one of which was for ladies, decorated with a satin ribbon bow.

The satin fabric was provided by Chu Zizhou.

After distribution to the villagers, they only charged the cost price.

But she also warned everyone to be careful, especially those with rough fingers, as the fabric could easily get scratched.

The straw hat in Song Yunuan’s hand was fashionable and exquisite.

Carrying the hat, she walked through the alleys to Old Zhao’s house.

Brother-in-law Zhao also had the surname Zhao.

At this time of day, he would be at work. But today was Zhao Li’s day off, which happened to coincide nicely.

Before Song Yunuan could mention the hats, Zhao Li pointed to three sacks of flour in the corner and said, "These are bargain flours the procurement department got recently. I took five bags and these three are for you. They may not be high-gluten flour, but the taste is really strong."

After speaking, she finally noticed the straw hat in Song Yunuan’s hand. Her eyes lit up and Song Yunuan handed it to her, "This was woven by my grandpa. Our village is preparing to sell them to Beidu now. I heard we almost made ten thousand."

Zhao Li placed the ladies’ sunhat on her head and then went to check herself in the mirror.

It looked so nice; it made her appear several years younger instantly.

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