Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 128: Markets Where Demand Exceeds Supply Are Truly Appealing!_1

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Markets Where Demand Exceeds Supply Are Truly Appealing!_1

Song Yunuan said to Factory Manager Duan, "If we go into mass production, we’ll need to collaborate with the machinery plant to produce a special kind of hinge."

She paused, then continued, "If it’s urgent, my younger uncle and I can work overtime on the design."

Factory Manager Duan blinked, oh, he understood.

Then Factory Manager Duan told Song Yunuan that he would notify Song Nian to come over shortly.

If the design was successful and adopted,

they would give her a bonus.

Song Yunuan’s smile curved her eyes.

Great, she was going to get a bonus again.

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Nobody expected that this little episode not only didn’t affect their business but made it even more prosperous.

Lunch was just bought sesame seed cakes.

The sesame seed cakes from Nanshan County Town would later become famous as well.

Layer upon layer of salty dough, both crisp and fragrant and soft, Song Yunuan loved eating them.

At noon, Sun Jinrong came by with a lunchbox full of dumplings and another box of boiled eggs.

Huzi also came along, and Song Yunuan took him and her brother to buy big ice cream cones to eat.

Sun Jinrong was actually envious, but now that she was a full-time worker, she naturally understood you can’t have your cake and eat it too.

She helped out for a good while.

Old Mrs. Song stuffed thirty yuan into her hand, and Song Yunuan told her, "Auntie Jinrong, our county town has night schools, and I heard there are four classes. You guys should enroll. We need to be educated workers. Who knows, if there’s an opportunity, wouldn’t you be the first one they choose?"

Sun Jinrong’s eyes lit up, but then dimmed again, "Night school isn’t for just anyone to enroll in; you need the unit’s recommendation. The timber factory has already recommended two people, and I heard next semester’s spots are already filled up."

I didn’t expect there to be so many people willing to study; their mindset is really positive.

"Let me see about the night school, but Auntie Jinrong, you have to study too. The books I gave you, try to memorize them all. What if there’s a test at the night school one day, couldn’t you give it a try?"

Sun Jinrong was shocked, "Memorize such a thick book? You’re trying to take my life."

"You have to set an example for Huzi. Haven’t you heard? In Beidu, there’s a mother and daughter who both got into college together."

Sun Jinrong, looking at her son with bright, sparkling eyes, ultimately didn’t dare give voice to her deflated feelings.

But memorize it?

I’d rather work.

Studying is a lot more tiring than working.

Over there, Old Mrs. Song began packing up, not exaggerating in the slightest, selling everything except for what was kept aside.

Sun Jinrong took Huzi and went home.

Song Nian followed the horse cart to Erdao River.

All the way, he pondered over these folding items.

If these were regular size, the horse cart would be filled with them, and where would people sit?

Now stacked up, they didn’t take up any space at all.

If this was extended to dining tables, wouldn’t every family be able to afford one?

You know, nowadays everyone’s houses are small.

The more Song Nian thought about it, the more he saw it was feasible.

Folding square tables, round tables.

That’s it!

Today was a triumphant return, the pocket for carrying money wasn’t hanging on Old Mrs. Song but was placed directly in the box.

They took in thousands of yuan that day, was it not terrifying?

Every time she thought about it, Old Mrs. Song shuddered.

And so they arrived at the edge of the village.

Song Yunuan checked the time, it was just after three in the afternoon.

A market where demand exceeds supply is truly delightful!

But before they even entered the village, they saw a middle-aged man wiping away tears while walking out of the village.

Then, looking up, he saw the people on the horse cart.

Song Yunuan glanced over, huh, wasn’t that her eldest uncle, Xia Xinshan?

She had met him once, but that was a memory of the original owner.

He came with Grandma Xia.

She was a short, frail old lady.

She had come to see the returned Song Yunuan.

The family was not well off, so she brought a small sack of soybeans.

In her memory, Old Mrs. Song did not seem too fond of her.

They said she always frowned and looked bitter, which felt oppressive just to look at.

As if everyone owed her eight hundred taels.

They said it was lucky that her daughter-in-law, Xia Guilan, was not like her; if she were, she would feel suffocated to death every day.

However, Asheng said his uncle was very good to him, never forgetting to bring him any tasty treats.

He also said that his uncle used to love his eldest brother the most when they were kids, always carrying him around to play.

Later on, after he got married, he visited less frequently.

A few days ago, his own mother found time to visit once and brought back quite a few things; it seemed she even threw in some money.

Xia Xinshan hurried over to the cart, speaking anxiously, "Sister, I think our mother is not going to make it..."

Everyone was stunned.

Xia Guilan’s face suddenly changed.

How could she suddenly not be going to make it?

She was fine a few days ago and could still work in the fields.

She had left her food and fifty yuan, and even told her not to be fooled by Whang Xiaoman.

Whang Xiaoman was her sister-in-law, the wife of her brother Xia Xinshan.

She was a woman to the extreme of unruliness and unreasonableness.

A formidable one, always acting out with medicine or threats of hanging herself.

Could she have made mom that angry?

Xia Guilan jumped off the cart and began to question Xia Xinshan anxiously.

Over there, Old Mrs. Song immediately said, "Wait, we’ll go back and unload the trunks right away. Otherwise, the cart will be slow, hurry up, Xinshan, your mom will be fine."

Song Yunuan also jumped down.

She certainly had to go.

Xia Xinshan said with a choked voice, "Sister, Mom said to have brother-in-law, Little Nuan, and Asheng all come. She has something important to tell you."

Old Mrs. Song’s eyes flickered; that dry and old lady was as soft as mud, unable to keep hold of anything in her hands, and Xia Xinshan was very much like his mother in temperament.

What could be so important?

Could it be they were hiding gold and silver treasures?

More like hiding pickled manure!

Grandma Xia’s home was located in Willow Tree Bay, which, as the name suggested, had the most willow trees in the village.

It wasn’t very far away; just over half an hour’s journey.

Grandma Xia lived in the east of the village. Since Grandpa Xia had passed away, now it was just Grandma Xia and her son Xia Xinshan’s family living there.

Xia Xinshan had a daughter named Xique, named so because the magpies were on the branches everywhere on the day she was born.

She was in fifth grade of primary school that year.

Grandma Xia also had the youngest son, who disappeared when he was five years old.

They said he was incredibly smart.

He could recite Tang poetry at the age of three, the kind who never forgets what he sees.

Song Yunuan thought that Asheng must have inherited the intelligence of that missing little uncle.

Old Mrs. Song entered the house first.

At a glance, she saw that the house was in disarray.

Lying on the kang was a dried-up old lady with gray hair.

A little girl was crouching in the corner crying.

Seeing someone come in, she immediately stood up and then threw herself into Xia Xinshan’s arms.

Old Mrs. Song was taken aback; she hurried to check on Grandma Xia.

Old Man Song also looked around and quickly asked, "What happened here? Who turned the place upside down? Has there been a fight with someone?"

The cupboard door was open, with torn clothes scattered on the floor. The Xia family also had a five-roomed thatched house, which seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

Xia Xinshan faltered and did not utter a word.

But it was Xique who spoke up, "My mom and my uncle came to steal things again just now, I tried to stop her, and she hit me and called me names like a jinx and ill fortune."