Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 138 A Unique Person_1

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 A Unique Person_1

The food was half a bag of flour and a small sack of rice.

Whang Xiaoman begrudgingly placed it on the ground.

If it weren’t for the two police officers nearby, and the fact that President Huang had just warned her, she would have dared to scatter the flour and rice everywhere.

Before he heard Song Yunuan’s inner thoughts, Xia Xinshan was just an ordinary farmer who worked from dawn till dusk, facing the yellow earth with his back to the sky.

But after divorcing Whang Xiaoman and learning the family secrets, combined with hearing Song Yunuan’s prophecies, he suddenly felt that he might be someone out of the ordinary.

Not to mention starting to stand up for himself, at the very least he should have some self-confidence.

He picked up the bags and weighed them, then mocked unapologetically, "You must be really poor, huh? In less than a day’s time, you’ve consumed three jin of flour and two jin of rice. Forget it, consider it dog food; I don’t want it."

Whang Xiaoman glared with bulging eyes and cursed, "Xia Xinshan, you spineless loser, what the hell are you farting out of your mouth."

Xia Xinshan took a step back, "We’re already divorced, we have no relationship now, a real man doesn’t argue with women, if you dare to curse again, I’ll hit your man."

After speaking, Xia Xinshan even waved his fists.

Xia Xinshan was tall.

In fact, he was quite handsome, it was just that his temperament was too soft. In recent years, life had not been kind to him, and he always wore a bitter expression, which made him look easy to bully.

But he was capable of hard work, and he was indeed in good physical shape.

At this moment, his glaring eyes were indeed frightening.

The police officer said, "You’re already divorced, you two have no relationship with each other, how could you, comrade woman, curse at someone like that? Take out the money, and then you can leave."

The other police officer said, "If it weren’t for Xia Xinshan giving you a break for the sake of the children, all of you who trespassed and tried to rob this private property would definitely be detained."

President Huang’s secretary, Xiao Zhong, had also come along.

If everything had gone smoothly, he would have remained silent.

But at this time, he had no choice but to speak up.

"Whang Xiaoman, what did you promise in front of the president?"

Whang Xiaoman was startled and had no choice but to take out the money.

Then she walked away dejectedly.

This was what had happened the next day.

They said they were going to move Grandma Xia’s family to Erdao River Village, but it couldn’t happen immediately.

Because Chu Zizhou was away on official business and hadn’t returned yet.

The house had been tidied up, but they still needed to live there for a while.

Song Yunuan spent the morning at her grandmother’s house, had lunch, and then ran back to Erdao River Village.

Old Mrs. Song pulled her into the house mysteriously and told her that last time, which was three days ago, they had earned 3,500 yuan.

In fact, she had been excited for several days.

Selling clothes was so profitable.

Each set brought in more than ten yuan.

In less than a day’s time, they were all sold out.

Song Yunuan understood very well, "Actually, it’s not that strange. You see, if our department store gets some new stuff, don’t people line up in long queues to buy it? In the future, when there are clothes shops everywhere, and the common people have more channels to buy from, they won’t rush to buy things as if they were robbing a store."

Old Mrs. Song immediately became alert.

"Then we must take advantage of the fewer people and stock up more."

Song Yunuan immediately asked, "How do you guys plan to distribute it this time?"

"I discussed it with your dad, oh, and your mom and your second aunt too. Your dad will take the lead as the main, I’ll be the deputy, your mom and your second aunt will be workers."

After saying this, she looked at Song Yunuan’s expression.

Song Yunuan smiled and asked, "Grandma, why don’t you take the lead?"

"Am I capable?" Old Mrs. Song asked, widening her eyes.

"You have management and leadership skills, prestige too. With just a word from you, the Song family listens. Grandma, with your abilities, you could even be the director of a big factory. Isn’t that enough?"

Old Mrs. Song was both excited and thrilled by the praise.

If it were someone else talking to her like this, she would have cursed them to scram long ago.

But being praised by Little Nuan, although it sounded a bit flattering, made her feel proud.

However, she quickly came to terms with reality and regretfully stated, "I’m already in charge of the financial power. If I were also the lead, not to mention I’d be too busy, it wouldn’t be proper, just like in the production brigade, the brigade leader can also be the secretary, but definitely not the accountant."

You have to admit, the little old lady knew quite a bit.

In just a few days, she managed to set up a small family workshop.

Song Yunuan nodded, "Grandma, you’re right to think this way, once you have the money in your hand, they have to listen to you."

Old Mrs. Song was delighted.

Suddenly, Song Yunuan’s eyes widened, "Wait a minute, Grandma, what about me?"

Old Mrs. Song gently held her granddaughter’s small hand.

Lately, this hand had become very smooth because she had been rubbing on the "gala oil" that her granddaughter bought for her every day.

Since they were going to make clothes, hands had to be smooth, not rough, otherwise, people wouldn’t buy the clothes if they were scratched.

So now they were all very focused on taking care of their hands.

But no matter how much they cared for them, they couldn’t compare to her granddaughter’s hands, which were soft and smooth.

Old Mrs. Song smiled warmly, "How could I forget my most precious granddaughter? You are the chief consultant!"

Song Yunuan laughed, "Grandma, do you know what a consultant is?"

"If it’s worth asking, ask; if it’s not, then don’t. That’s why it’s called a consultant," Old Mrs. Song replied solemnly.

The two of them laughed together.

Old Mrs. Song then slipped her ten yuan for pocket money.

She also told Song Yunuan that there was some for Song Mingsheng as well.

But Song Yunuan disagreed, and called her brother over, saying, "Grandma, give it to him separately."

She wanted to see what her little brother would do now that he had some money.

Old Mrs. Song had no objections.

So she gave Song Mingsheng two yuan.

It was the hardship pay for being a model that day as well as his wages.

After all, the little guy had put in a lot of effort that day.

Twisting and turning, he beamed like a flower.

His little stubby legs were also happily bustling around.

Old Mrs. Song solemnly asked Song Yunuan, "Consultant Little Nuan, I’d like to report to you about the work. We’re running low on fabric now, and I was thinking of pairing it with shoes for the next sale. Do you have any ideas?"

Song Yunuan said, "If you don’t have enough cloth coupons or connections, and without an institutional purchase and sales contract and proof, it’s impossible to buy fabric in large quantities."

It was only 1980, after all.

The time when you could purchase freely was still far off.

Mainly because the production just couldn’t keep up.

Demand still exceeded supply.

And it was very obvious.

Although slightly disappointed, Old Mrs. Song still said, "That’s not urgent. We still have fabric for now, so let’s just focus on making the clothes and trousers first. We can talk about the rest later."

Song Yunuan replied, "Grandma, accumulating startup capital in the early stage of a business doesn’t necessarily have to be one thing only. As long as it’s legal and makes money, it’s good."

Old Mrs. Song nodded vigorously, right, that’s the idea.

You can’t just stick to one thing.

"Let me think it over," said she.

Old Mrs. Song told Little Nuan to take her time thinking about it and not to overexert herself.

These days were incredibly good, and she woke up laughing from her dreams.

Once the rainy season was over, they could start building a big brick-and-tile house.

It was then that Song Yunuan remembered her father was conducting experiments at the abandoned brick kiln north of the village.

So, riding a bicycle with her brother, she decided to go take a look.

Halfway there, Song Mingsheng pointed in the direction of the commune, "Sister, can we go to the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Song Yunuan asked, "What for?"

"I need to fulfill a little promise I made," Song Mingsheng said seriously.

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