Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 146: Are You Worthy?_1

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Are You Worthy?_1

Song Yunuan ran to her uncle’s house again.

She conducted a final check and review of the collapsible dining table.

Then she handed these drawings to her uncle, instructing him to report to their Factory Manager Duan.

By the time Old Mr. Lin and Old Mr. Hu arrived, it was already a little past nine o’clock in the evening.

The three old men gathered together, having met a few times before, they were not strangers.

But this was not important; what mattered was the whereabouts of Old Erha that Song Yunuan had mentioned.

They didn’t even drink water before starting to ask.

Song Yunuan stared intently at Old Mr. Lin.

There were no extra images.

So, Song Yunuan told them the province, city, and county.

Old Mr. Lin immediately took out paper and pen to jot it down.

Afterward, Song Yunuan pulled out a piece of drawing paper.

It was colored with crayons.

A thatched cottage came into view, its door half open, several strings of red chili peppers hanging under the eaves, and three large trees beside the house.

On one of the trees hung a slender swing.

Around the thatched cottage was a green, oil-like paddy field.

Next to the paddy field was a small pond.

A hedge surrounded the yard.

In front of the side rooms, there was a huge stone roller.

This stone roller was almost as tall as two adults, round in shape, placed in the courtyard.

And in the upper right corner of the painting was an ancient pagoda.

It had three characters written on it: Qingfeng Tower!

Old Mr. Lin’s eyes nearly popped out as he blurted out, "I’ve been to this place."

He immediately clarified, "I’ve been to Qingfeng Tower."

They had come in a rush, and now they were about to leave in a rush.

Without even drinking water.

This indicated how eager they were.

Old Master Ji, however, stopped them, "You two old guys might be fine not driving, but the driver will suffer from fatigue if rushing on the night road."

Old Mr. Lin quickly said, "We brought two drivers, considering exactly that."

Song Yunuan poured a full kettle of boiling water for them into a military canteen.

She also packed a bag of egg cakes and two cans for them.

Old Master Hu said, "We’ll come back again, see you later."

He also told Song Yunuan, "Once we get to the provincial city, we’ll give you a call, and, Little Nuan, your painting, it’s very nice."

Painting was one thing; whether they would call or not was quite important. Song Yunuan still needed to sign up her uncle and aunt for evening school.

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The next morning, Song Yunuan felt everything was almost ready, so she rode a horse out of the county town.

She didn’t go home but went to her grandmother’s house instead.

Yesterday, her father and Brigade Leader Chu had talked about moving Grandma Xia’s family to Erdao River Village to make it easier to take care of them.

Chu Zizhou readily agreed.

It involved a matter of land division, just right for distributing the land that Song Nian and Sun Jinrong had returned due to the consumption of commodity grain to them.

That plot of land had only one mu of paddy planted; the rest had corn and some sweet potatoes and potatoes.

After all, it didn’t make sense to let the land go to waste.

But since Chu Zizhou had just returned, he would have to wait a few days at least.

As for what happened at the guesthouse with Chu Zizhou yesterday, Song Yunuan was not very interested.

Her aunt had grown up so much by now.

Seeing how naturally she interacted with Chu Zizhou, Song Yunuan knew her aunt was not emotionally involved.

Chu Zizhou was still someone with a sense of propriety.

Song Yunuan was not worried about the issue of being a good match or not.

Because it was too early to worry about this, and it wasn’t something she should be concerned with.

She was getting ready to go find her eldest maternal uncle to tell him about Third Child Xia’s arrival, and to advise him on how to deal with it.

Song Yunuan had a beautiful plan, but unfortunately, Third Child Xia was quick on his feet, sticking to her like a mouse and had already scurried into Willow Tree Village.

He had called his second sister-in-law yesterday to discuss Du Zhenhai’s mistake.

His second sister-in-law laughed coldly throughout the conversation.

On the phone, she cursed Du Zhenhai for being useless, a waste that you can’t even prop up with mud.

She also said the people of Nanshan County Town had grown bolder.

Third Child Xia also thought that the people of Nanshan County Town were disrespectful.

Didn’t they know who was behind Du Zhenhai?

Later on, Shangguan Yunqi told him not to interfere and that she would make the phone call about Du Zhenhai’s issue.

She urged him to quickly go to Willow Tree Village to retrieve the Xia family heirloom.

With so many things to deal with in Beidu, who has the leisure to stay in Nanshan County Town all the time?

Therefore, he found a tricycle in the county town and rode it to Willow Tree Village.

All the way there, he was cursing and swearing just like when he had come from the train station.

Then he saw a jujube-red horse up ahead.

A young girl was riding it. Third Child Xia asked the tricycle driver, "You still have people riding horses around here?"

The tricycle driver replied, "The country roads are rough; bicycles don’t work well, so occasionally, yes."

Third Child Xia curled his lip, disdainfully muttering, "What a backwater place."

The tricycle driver heard this comment and curled his lip disdainfully in response, but he didn’t say anything.

After all, besides the normal fare, this man had given him an extra two yuan.

Upon entering the village, he asked where Xia Xinshan’s home was, and someone pointed in the direction the jujube-red horse had gone, "Not far, just in that direction."

So, just as Song Yunuan had dismounted, she heard Old Sixth shout, "Xinshan, a guest has come to your house, looks like a high-ranking official."

Third Child Xia, sitting on the tricycle, heard this and raised his chin proudly.

He was a director of a factory in Beidu, albeit a neighborhood factory, but he was now a section-level cadre.

At this shout, Zhu Feng looked up and saw Third Child Xia getting down from the tricycle.

Grandma Xia recognized him at a glance, but Third Child Xia truly did not recognize Zhu Feng.

Mainly because Zhu Feng had changed too much.

Once jet-black, her hair had turned white, and her face was full of wrinkles; she was also dark and thin.

When she left the small mountain village, Zhu Feng was still a young and beautiful woman, no matter what.

But now, she was a sixty-year-old old lady with a face full of vicissitudes.

Song Yunuan glanced at her anxious eldest uncle and Grandma Xia’s face, which had changed drastically. She patted the jujube-red horse and whispered a few words.

The horse seemed to understand and clip-clopped out of the yard, actually running toward Erdao River Village.

Song Yunuan stood at the gate, eyeing the greasy Third Child Xia and snorted, "Who are you, who are you looking for?"

A look of amazement flashed in Third Child Xia’s eyes; he hadn’t expected such a beautiful young girl in this little village.

Zhu Feng clenched her teeth, stepped forward, pulled Song Yunuan to her side, and sized up Third Child Xia with a sneer, "Third Child Xia, what are you here for?"

Third Child Xia was startled, the other party had unexpectedly called him by his home name, yet he didn’t recognize her.

He instinctively asked, "Who are you, and how do you know me?"

Then, realizing it, he exclaimed, pointing at Zhu Feng, "You... you’ve become so old."

Afterward, he mocked, "Fortunately, you didn’t stay married to my second brother, otherwise, you could pass as his mother."

His second brother, however, looked much younger, cultured, and dignified.

Apparently, several young women at his workplace secretly admired him.

And there was Shangguan Yunqi, if the two of them stood together, people would think they were from two different generations.

Zhu Feng’s face turned livid with anger.

Xia Xinshan clenched his fists, wanting to hit him but not daring to make a move.

Song Yunuan, however, kicked out, catching the unprepared Third Child Xia off guard, causing him to stumble backward several steps and then fall to the ground.

Standing at the gateway, Song Yunuan cursed, "Where did this bastard king’s bastard come from, shameless piece of crap, not even looking at what you’re like.

Look at that face full of wrinkles, looking like a fried cake scooped out from a cesspool, just one glance at you burns my eyes, and you think you could be my grandma’s son? A cup lid dreaming of covering a big iron pot, do you even match up!"