Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 151 Going to the Provincial Capital to Stock Up_1

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Going to the Provincial Capital to Stock Up_1

Song Nian’s face had gone pale.

"Little Nuan, enough is enough, please don’t scare your uncle here."

He really wanted to grab Song Yunuan and hurry away.

Attending tutoring classes without paying tuition fees—if this matter couldn’t be cleared up, how could he have the face to meet Principal Cui later?

On the way, Song Yunuan stopped and said to Song Nian, "Why are you feeling guilty? You haven’t done anything wrong, and I haven’t boasted. I really do know Grandpa Hu, who retired from the technical university, and we even talked on the phone a few days ago. Besides, Brother Dongzi really did discuss the training matters with me.

The area of Nanshan County Town is not small, and transportation is convenient, so why couldn’t we establish a vocational school?

Uncle, I’ll be taking Dad to the provincial city to stock up in a few days. I’ve already made arrangements with Grandpa Hu; I’ll just inquire about this incidentally."

"If it works out, you’ll be the first university graduate from here."

"With that degree, you could advance at the lumber mill."

"If it doesn’t work out, there must be a reason, and then I’ll just explain it to Principal Cui."

"Uncle, I’m doing all this for you, or else I wouldn’t bother using my brains."

Song Nian was on the verge of tears.

Feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected favor to the nth degree.

My great-niece is willing to establish a vocational school for cadres just so I can become an official!

He felt like crying!

"...Little Nuan, actually, your uncle is quite content now. One must eat bit by bit, and walk step by step. If your mom and dad learn about this, they will scold me to death."

"I’m taking all this trouble for you, so just put up with a couple of scoldings," she said with a beaming smile.

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Song Yunuan and Song Liang boarded the train heading to the provincial city.

Just before they boarded, Principal Cui brought her a large leather document bag.

Inside were Nanshan Night School’s documents.

Actually, Principal Cui had no expectations, but having Grandpa Hu’s name associated with Nanshan Night School would be a remarkable achievement.

At the very least, there would be something prominent to report at the year’s end.

This time, Song Yunuan took her father to stock up on goods.

Of course, their tag-along, Asheng, was with them.

With the help of Old Mr. Ji, Song Liang and Chu Zizhou had run around for days before finally establishing a Nanshan supply and sales mobile service station.

Naturally, it was Song Yunuan’s idea.

Since there were still few street vendors, it made them stand out, or else someone wouldn’t have come to apprehend them last time.

So, Song Yunuan came up with this scheme.

It was like a private contract, backed by Erdao River.

Because it was unprecedented, they were exempt from contract fees for the first three years.

Song Liang already had a license, and now he also had a physical location.

From now on, wherever their service station was parked, it was legal, legitimate, and proper.

They even printed letters of introduction, engraved with an official seal, and opened a bank account.

Suddenly, their hearts weren’t floating in uncertainty anymore.

Now nearing summer, they planned to stock up on sandals and rain boots.

Actually, the quality of sandals at that time wasn’t durable, nor breathable, and they could even cause burns on the feet.

Truly, they were not as good as wearing homemade cloth shoes.

However, it was the fashion, something that had to be owned. Having a pair of sandals allowed one to show off when going out.

Both adults and children wanted them.

Upon arriving in the provincial city, they had just alighted from the train when they saw a young man looking around with a sign in hand.

The sign read: Song Liang from Nanshan County Town.

It was the first time Song Liang had taken a train, this was the honest truth.

A big village head like him would only go as far as the commune for meetings.

The worldly Asheng couldn’t stop showing off: "Dad, train stations have exits, you can’t just wander off—you’re going the wrong way. Dad, follow me and sister, don’t get lost..."

Song Liang laughed and playfully tapped his son’s head. Just as Asheng was about to say that tapping the head could make someone stupid, he saw the person holding the sign and loudly called out, "Daddy, your name, your name."

Song Liang hadn’t expected someone to come pick him up at the station.

Then they even got a ride in a sedan.

They arrived at an elegantly maintained guesthouse.

This was an internal guesthouse.

It had all been arranged by Old Mr. Lin and Old Mr. Hu.

Song Yunuan said to Song Liang, "Dad, there will be more of this kind of thing in the future. You need to get used to it, and also, Grandpa and the others know them."

Grandpa, so he was also his second uncle?

Little Nuan called him Grandpa so naturally, but Song Liang felt embarrassed, as if he were taking advantage.

He needed to adjust this mentality.

Otherwise, he would embarrass his daughter.

This time, they had their own letters of introduction.

Asheng insisted on staying with his sister. Song Liang said, "Asheng, which kid is like you, traveling by train and car and staying at such a nice guesthouse?"

Asheng replied, "I’ll pour foot-washing water for my sister, massage her shoulders, and even sing and dance for her to make her happy."

Song Liang: ...

Feeling a bittersweet tide, he sent his son away.

Old Mr. Hu had a student who was now the director of a shoe factory in the provincial city. With one phone call, the other party agreed immediately.

First they visited the shoe factory, where they were personally received; it was a special instruction from their mentor, who had just retired. If there had been any slight, it would have been inhumane.

The sandals had vibrant colors, filled with a sense of the era.

Song Yunuan also noticed that the heels of the shoes were mostly hollow, forming a grid pattern. If they stepped on the right pebble, they would end up carrying the pebble along.

Then, they would have to painstakingly pry it out.

The soles of the shoes were also generally very thin.

Why? Song Yunuan didn’t ask.

After inquiring about the ordering regulations, they placed an order for one thousand pairs of rubber shoes, five thousand pairs of various styles and models of sandals, and six hundred pairs of rain boots.

Nowadays, clothes, shoes, and hats were not feared to be overstocked.

Naturally, they enjoyed the wholesale price.

Factory Director Mei even gave them an internal wholesale price.

And said that in the future, all purchases would be at this price.

Song Liang thanked him repeatedly.

Even though there was the mentor’s instruction, the other party was also a supply department.

Rail freight was the cheapest option.

It was only after going to the station to handle the shipment that Song Liang realized, if you didn’t know anyone, it would be incredibly difficult to make progress.

Old Mr. Lin helped with this, making the process very smooth.

Before Song Yunuan had time to visit Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin, the two of them came and invited them to dinner.

Song Liang naturally brought along more, with a briefcase filled with cigarettes, and he also knew how to make conversation now, feeling as if he had opened up the Ren and Du meridians.

During the meal, the two elders were extremely fond of Asheng, who seemed to relish whatever he ate and was adorable with his round, plump cheeks nearly buried in the rice bowl.

The two old men also ate an extra bowl of rice, which was rare for them.

The atmosphere immediately became harmonious.

Mostly, it was because Old Mr. Lin and Old Mr. Hu behaved as if they were treating their own descendants.

Song Yunuan handed over the document bag that Principal Cui had given her to Old Mr. Hu, smiling warmly, "The learning atmosphere of the people in Nanshan County Town is really good — unemployed, returning to town, and workers from various factories, their thirst for knowledge is like that of dry seedlings longing for rain.

I originally wanted to sign up to make up for some classes, but they were all full, booked up until the year after next. Then, Factory Director Zheng happened to tell me, some positions required worker training to be done out of town. If there was a local worker cadre school, it would be great. He’s worried too; for the farmers who want to learn, it’s simply unthinkable."

Upon saying this, Song Yunuan sighed, "Although I have only been back in the village for a little over two months, I found that entering the 1980s, the desire for knowledge is not only among city dwellers, but farmers are just the same."

Song Liang blinked.

His daughter, she wasn’t joking; she was serious.

Didn’t he see that Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin were listening with serious faces?