Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 285 Thank You for Not Calling the Roll Today

Chapter 285: Chapter 285 Thank You for Not Calling the Roll Today

Old Mrs. Song glared at Lian Xiang, who hastily shook her head. On the other side, before Old Mrs. Song could even glare, Song Mingbo was already waving his hands.

"My sister still needs to go to school, she won’t be staying home farming, what’s she doing on a supervision committee?"

Just now, dozens of people had gathered, many of whom had family members recruited by Zhilan Garment Factory.

No one took the murmuring seriously at first, but to their surprise, they actually discussed electing Little Nuan.

Even Chu Zizhou was stunned.

On the big blackboard, Song Yunuan had received the highest number of votes.

Old Mr. Gong smiled and said to Xia Xindong, "Little Nuan is quite popular in Erdao River Village, huh?"

Xia Xindong smiled, "Yeah, I noticed it the day I woke up. When the villagers saw me, they asked, ’You’re Little Nuan’s uncle, aren’t you?’ Later on, they didn’t even ask my name, just started calling me ’Little Nuan’s Uncle’..."

At this moment, Old Mrs. Song wanted to help Little Nuan decline, she was very clear about everyone in the village, they all knew each other’s true colors. Little Nuan was still a child, how could she deal with those messy affairs?

Unexpectedly, Song Yunuan stood up cheerfully and said, "Thank you all for your trust, but I still need to go to school, so I definitely won’t have much time to help everyone with their difficulties. Let’s do this, I’ll be an unofficial member for now, but if there’s anything I can do when I’m home, I’ll take the responsibility."

The villagers who had been discussing things earlier were a bit disappointed.

Li Dawen had spoken the most. He had just said that Little Nuan seemed extraordinary. Think about it, what changes have happened in the Song family since her return?

Then Sixth Auntie blurted out: Her dad was removed from his position!

This led to Li Dawen glaring at her several times, while others burst into laughter.

Li Dawen stopped beating around the bush and talked right away about the changes in the Song family since Song Yunuan’s return. What’s the big deal with Song Liang no longer being the team leader? Back then, with the Wang and Lin families acting up, it wouldn’t have been easy to stay on anyway. And besides, what is he now? A factory manager!

He went on to say that the second eldest of the Song family had become a public school teacher, the third, Song Nian, and his wife had both become regular staff, Song Ting had joined the cultural work team, and even Zhu Feng, who had lost her son for so many years, had him return...

Remember the life the Song family used to lead, and look at what life they live now?

They have horse carts and bicycles at home, and they’ve even started a factory.

All these things happened after Little Nuan returned.

And our summer hats and Dragon Boat Festival sachets, those were Little Nuan’s ideas. Xiaohua, who gets along well with her, has become a sales clerk in the department store...

So, Little Nuan is truly a lucky charm. Though young and unable to join the team headquarters, she can join the supervision group. If she oversees all the villagers, perhaps we can all catch some of that luck too.

With that reasoning, everyone thought it made sense.

And that’s how Song Yunuan ended up being elected.

Although Song Yunuan didn’t join the supervision group, being an unofficial member was also pretty good.

Old Mrs. Zhou squeezed through the crowd, earnestly saying, "Little Nuan, you can count on me, I definitely won’t make a silly mistake. Marrying close relatives is out of the question. I was criticized by the team leader and the Branch Secretary just yesterday. Little Nuan, thank you for not naming names today..."

Song Yunuan humbly said there was no need for thanks.

But what she was thinking was that Erdao River Village had to be capitalized on.

First of all, the land was cheap.

Then, if Nanshan County Town were to develop and upgrade to a city, the city would spread outwards to the surrounding areas.

The few villages closer to the county town would all become urban areas or urban villages.

And Erdao River Village was the closest to the county town, so once development began, the value of the land here would become incalculable.

Normally, it might take twenty or even thirty years, but now she was here, wasn’t she?

Speeding up the process was a certainty.

Erdao River Village was bound to become the main base.

Plus, the Song family couldn’t fade from the villagers’ sight, but also couldn’t be the team leader. Otherwise, being both a team leader and wanting to open a factory would definitely be unfeasible.

Envy of others’ success is a common fault.

And some in Erdao River were no exception.

Therefore, being an unofficial leader was quite necessary.

She said, half earnestly, half jokingly, to Chu Zizhou, "Although I’m an unofficial member, I received the most votes. So, if there’s anything I can help with at the team headquarters, don’t hesitate!"

What you mean is, I should attend the brigade’s meeting?

Branch Secretary Guan looked at the young girl, and as the second-in-command of Erdao River, he of course knew how many big shots Song Yunuan knew—just mentioning Third Grandpa and Fourth Grandpa, not everyone could claim such acquaintance, let alone being truly treated by them as their own granddaughter, receiving so many delicious treats, and calling Old Man Song "big brother" with a pat on his shoulder.

Many villagers felt they were meeting a high official when they saw the principal of the commune’s primary school.

But what about Old Master Hu?

Only he could stand in front of that man and call out, "Principal Hu," which must have been a sign that his ancestors were showing their favor.

He, and in fact everyone from Erdao River Village, actually basked in Little Nuan’s light.

And let’s not mention that Li Dawen was clever, he really did see the clear picture.

Song Yunuan was not just a lucky charm, she was actually a little god of wealth.

Branch Secretary Guan responded promptly, "Okay, I agree."

Accountant Li knew even better, and immediately raised his hand to vote: "I agree, too!"

Chu Zizhou...

Little Nuan, are you trying to usurp the throne?

Thus, honorary leader Song Yunuan was appointed.

The villagers had a lot of work to do, and after the meeting, they had to go back to work in the fields or elsewhere.

One by one, they started to leave.

Old Mrs. Zhou, who returned after leaving, handed Song Yunuan a white porcelain bowl with a smile beaming on her face, "Little Nuan, you grew up in the provincial city, you must have never had black shinies. I have more than a dozen trees in my vegetable garden; have a taste, they’re really delicious."

Old Mrs. Zhou suddenly had an epiphany.

It was very likely that her granddaughter Xiaohua could ’change shotguns for cannons’ by following Little Nuan.

Isn’t it said that by following a phoenix, even a lesser bird can become elegant?

Little Nuan was young, and she would be even more formidable when she grew up; they wouldn’t be able to catch up to her.

Now was just the right time.

Song Yunuan had never seen or tasted this fruit called black shinies before.

About the size of a soybean, shiny and black, she curiously picked one up and popped it into her mouth.

Hmm?

She couldn’t define the taste.

There was a unique fragrance, a hint of sour and sweet—it was delicious.

She smiled gratefully at Old Mrs. Zhou, gave her a handful of milk candies, and then, ready to go inside and enjoy the black shinies, saw Gu Huai’an standing not too far away.

Song Yunuan walked towards Gu Huai’an with the porcelain bowl in hand.

Gu Huai’an’s eyes were smiling too.

Old Mrs. Song and Xia Guilan stole a glance from their busy work and then exchanged looks; Old Mrs. Song said, "Old Mrs. Zhou really is cunning, even thinking to bring black shinies. Our own will ripe in a few days."

Old Man Song said, "I’ll go into the mountains later to pick wild goat’s milk fruit for Little Nuan; she probably hasn’t had that either."

That’s good, similar to blueberries, just a different shape, but now it’s also the ripe season.

Sour and sweet, Little Nuan will definitely like it.

Over there, Song Liang was discussing with Xia Xindong and Song Mingbo about the matter of Little Nuan’s numerous votes.

Song Mingbo said, "Dad, you don’t need to worry; my sister has everything calculated."

Xia Xindong, "I may not understand the ways of the world very well, but I can still tell if the villagers are sincere or not."

Meanwhile, Gu Huai’an and Song Yunuan stood under the shade of a tree.

Song Yunuan, holding the porcelain bowl, asked Gu Huai’an, "This is called black shinies, have you eaten it before?"