Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 252 You Charlatan_1

Chapter 252: Chapter 252 You Charlatan_1

Song Yunuan was actually surprised. Why hadn’t Second Young Master Zhong said anything about wiping out the entire Shangguan family?

Especially Shangguan Heng.

He was a disaster.

Unfortunately, he was still out of reach for now.

So, was Second Young Master Zhong a bully at home?

Currently, they couldn’t get involved with the situation in Xiangjiang, neither officially nor privately.

Her uncle and the Shangguan family’s feud was irreconcilable; there was no possibility of reconciliation.

And she didn’t support reconciling either.

Song Yunuan stared intently at Xia Xindong, trying hard to discern any plot related to her uncle. Unfortunately, there was nothing.

What Song Yunuan was more curious about was the follow-up between Ye Wenzhi and her uncle. The Ye family was not without power either, she wondered if they would get involved?

Her thoughts flashed by, and Song Yunuan spoke no more of her uncle’s experiences in Xiangjiang.

Instead, she turned to Xia Xindong and said, "Uncle, I’ve told you about going to school. How are your preparations? I know Uncle Shang of the education sector, and also, I think you should visit the county library. There’s a lot you don’t understand, which inevitably leads to biases. And newspapers are most important—have you read the ones I got you?"

Xia Xindong laughed, "I’ve read them. Chu Zizhou got me a lot, so I have a basic understanding. But I’m going to need Little Nuan’s help with the fact that I don’t have an elementary school diploma."

Song Yunuan happily agreed immediately, just as she was about to say something, Song Mingbo came running over.

It was his first time seeing Little Uncle.

It was also a sleeping Little Uncle.

Upon seeing Little Uncle for the first time, Song Mingbo blurted out, "Little Uncle, your face is the spitting image of the ’Doomed Lone Star’... Ah..."

The next moment, he was kicked by Song Yunuan, who then grabbed his shoulder and threatened him with a menacing fake smile, "You scam artist, I’m giving you a chance to rephrase that!"

Xia Xindong burst into a laugh.

It was the first time Song Yunuan had seen Little Uncle laugh.

Ah, Little Uncle had a beautiful smile.

Xia Zhi probably looked more like Shangguan Yunqi.

Including Xia Liying.

Then there was Xia Ming, whom she had also seen, he did bear some resemblance to Little Uncle.

But Xia Xindong must be the one who looked most like Xia Bowen.

Song Mingbo slapped his own mouth, "Little Uncle, I get excited easily, and when I’m excited, I just spout nonsense. Let me introduce myself, I’m Song Mingbo, your grandnephew. Little Nuan and I are twins, I was born three minutes earlier. I’m in eleventh grade, just finished an exam this afternoon. Little Uncle, when you’re feeling better, I’ll take you to hunt wild chickens in the woods..."

Song Yunuan finally let go of his shoulder.

Song Mingbo didn’t come empty-handed; he brought a bag full of books. "These are all sorts of books I’ve collected from classmates and a recycling station."

Xia Xindong took them and actually began flipping through them right away.

Yes, he was flipping through them, not reading them.

The world of a genius, us mere mortals wouldn’t understand.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Mingbo spoke to Song Yunuan, "Do you remember the crazy old man we encountered the other day?"

Song Yunuan nodded, "I remember."

"His lost item was found. It was indeed under the floor of the west room in his house. The old gentleman’s illness got much better on the spot. His son came to thank you and brought lots of gifts. Ji Hao and I only used a bottle of ink, we didn’t touch the rest."

This reminded her of the items Xia Liying and her group had taken last time.

Mom had kept a record.

She remembered clearly which day they came and what they took, saying that even if the favors weren’t returned, one should keep count in their heart.

At that moment, Little Asheng came running with his chubby little buttocks twisting. Seeing his sister, brother, and little uncle chatting and laughing merrily until he arrived, when they all stopped talking and looked at him, he suddenly felt a sense of being excluded.

It was as if he was the superfluous one at that moment.

The little guy forgot what he was about to do and puckered his lips, about to cry, when Xia Xindong picked him up.

Xia Xindong kissed the little guy’s cheek and said, "Your little uncle missed you."

Yeah, with that sentence, Asheng burst into tearful laughter, then also hugged his little uncle’s neck, "Little Uncle, Asheng missed you too," and even gave him a kiss.

Xia Xindong’s eyes were all smiles.

Song Mingsheng remembered why he had come and called out to Song Yunuan, "Sister, Sister Zhao sent someone over with refined flour and rice that were internal returns. There were four bags of flour and two bags of rice..."

The little guy had a good memory. Around this time in past years, there would hardly be any grain left to eat. There were plenty of vegetables at home, and grandmother would take out a small bowl of cornmeal to sprinkle on the board, blanch the garden vegetables, wring them into balls, then roll them in the cornmeal before steaming them in a big pot. Served with fish and shrimp sauce, they could have a meal, but they would be hungry again right after eating.

Grandmother used to say if you want to not feel hungry, just lie down on the kang bed, and if you stop moving, you won’t feel hungry anymore.

The main thing was the family was supporting two high schoolers and also had to subsidize their little uncle’s family, which was not easy anyway.

Ever since this sister came back, not only could he not lie down, but he was also forced to run and exercise.

The more Little Asheng thought about it, the more excited he became. Thankfully he was back now; if he had been later, he wouldn’t have been able to see his sister at all.

The little guy opened his arms, cooing for a cuddle, "Sister, hug!"

Song Yunuan: ...

This was growing up in reverse.

Little Asheng was a qualified water-fetching master, never showing partiality. He grabbed his big brother’s hand and asked about his exam results.

Song Mingbo used to like cutting corners, and his fundamentals weren’t very strong. He disliked troubling others and could hold a middle rank in his class by solving problems, but compared to Ji Hao, he was far behind.

And not to mention Chu Jiaojiao. Despite her dubious character, she really did achieve impressive academic results.

In the past, he didn’t use his brain much and didn’t think about a lot of things. But now, spurred on by his younger sister, he was forced to grow a brain, and that’s why he had to work hard. He then discovered that it didn’t relate to the family environment.

When you get down to it, they were all roughly the same.

Before Ji Hao found his biological grandparents, he was in the same boat as him.

So, Song Mingbo was also spurred on to catch up.

What the final exams would bring, he really had no idea.

He just didn’t like being asked about it, so he pinched Little Asheng’s face and told Xia Xindong, "Little Uncle, come to our house for dinner tonight. Grandma and mom have made lots of delicious food."

The way the family’s fortunes had improved felt almost like a dream.

When he helped tote the sacks of flour just now, he discovered that there was a special rack for storing grains in the house, the kind that was waterproof, moisture-proof, and rodent-proof.

He saw, aside from a few bags of coarse grains, there were actually five bags of white flour, four bags of rice, along with two jars of meat fat and a bucket of soybean oil. There was also a good pile of cornmeal, soybeans, and sorghum.

It was said that the rice in the fields was growing well, and that technicians often came to check on it. A bumper harvest might just be around the corner.

This was July.

Suddenly, he realized he had achieved his aspiration of having ample food and clothing, the one he thought he’d only fulfill after starting work!

Ah, what happiness.

However, his sister’s appearance... he dared not look, couldn’t see through it.

Right, and there was the little uncle. Song Mingbo couldn’t help but take another look, and though it was different from before, the little uncle was still not doing great.

Exactly how he wasn’t doing great, Song Mingbo didn’t dare to look further. His heart fluttered for a few moments, but when he saw his sister’s beaming smile, all hesitations vanished.

When one man attains the Tao, his poultry and dogs ascend to heaven.

With sister around, no problem was too big!