Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 321: Listening to Gossip

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: Listening to Gossip

Zhu Feng worriedly asked Xia Xindong, "What exactly is your job?"

Xia Xindong replied, "I am with the National Pharmaceutical Research Center, Mom, all of my salary will be yours, you can spend it however you like."

Zhu Feng’s tears finally fell.

She knew better than anyone where that money had come from.

It had been earned with the scars and life of her youngest son.

How could she spend it carelessly?

But Zhu Feng still happily said, "Okay, okay, okay."

Hospital Director Zhuang handed the document bag to Xia Xindong.

Without any secrecy, Xia Xindong said that they were prescriptions, and since he had survived, he needed to make plans for living on.

He would discuss this matter with Old Mr. Ji when the time came.

But no matter how the talks went, Little Nuan would always be the biggest beneficiary—that would never change.

Xia Xindong decided to go to Beidu University to study because Song Yunuan wanted to go, simply because it was close to Old Mr. Ji’s home. So, Xia Xindong also agreed to go to Beidu University, which made the university very happy.

They said that the admission notice would be mailed over immediately.

After observing for a few days, Song Yunuan noted that her little uncle still had psychological trauma, but he was also much better than before.

This would only improve gradually.

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Song Yunuan rode back to the village in a horse-drawn cart, eating muskmelons and watermelons, watching as Grandma made watermelon sauce for her.

She also visited the garment factory. Although it had just been established, it was operating in an orderly manner.

Song Yunuan also gave Song Liang the phone number of the director of the Beishan Forest District Garment Factory. Now, the factory had finally installed a phone line.

It made communication much more convenient.

There was a phone line in Old Mr. Ji’s home too; it was specially approved because an old leader had given it up, and it would be returned once Old Mr. Ji came back home.

At that time, installing a phone line was not easy.

Song Liang and Song Yunuan had also agreed that they would produce the backpack for the other party. That was a big factory affiliated with the Construction Corps, and as long as the price was right, they would hand it over to them.

After all, if they changed the design a bit, couldn’t they still process it? There are many ways to cooperate.

Song Liang still chose to buy out the rights at one time,

meaning that Zhilan Garment Factory would not be able to produce the backpack design or anything similar in the future.

The old Song Liang might have been hesitant and deemed it bothersome and nonsensical, but now he was full of energy and highly motivated.

As long as he had consulted Song Yunuan and she saw no problem with it, he would go ahead and do it.

Song Yunuan believed that as production increased, the county town would stabilize from its explosive growth, and then it would be time to expand outward.

There should be a trade fair this autumn.

If Nanshan County Town had a quota, then her family’s garment factory could make its way out.

But she wasn’t sure what was special about Nanshan County Town or what to showcase at the trade fair—it wouldn’t be good to only have one factory represented. When she had time, she would ask Deputy County Mayor Zhao.

There was no rush; this needed careful consideration.

Song Yunuan didn’t mention the trade fair to Song Liang.

However, she did notice that life in Erdao River Village had improved, exemplified by Asheng not provoking the kids to drool and chase after the sweets in his hand.

Little Asheng didn’t need sweets anymore; he had toys.

Bought by Xia Bowen, of course, and some by Xique—she didn’t tell Granny, just said that she had bought them herself.

Better not to upset her.

Back in the village, Asheng took his toys and ran out to play with his friends, deciding not to go to the county town for now, as the house was being built and bustling with activity every day.

The house was built very quickly.

The walls had been painted with white lime.

Now they were starting to install doors and windows and lay the flooring in her room.

The floor wasn’t painted; Old Man Song had treated it specially, and the natural wood color looked very good.

Now everyone at home was crammed into the west wing, and they cooked under the outdoor shed.

Song Yunuan went to see her grandmother, at that time her eldest uncle had gone out to the fields, Xique and Asheng had gone out to play, and she was preparing to tell her grandmother about Third Child Xia’s fate.

It was Xia Bowen who came to tell her this time.

Third Child Xia had been paralyzed.

He was delirious and blurted out the incident about switching the pesticide years ago, which was overheard by his eldest son. However, there was no condemnation; after all, so many years had passed, and he was heartless and ungrateful anyway.

Although his stepmother was cruel to him, he didn’t care about his birth mother. He just wanted to confront his father and perhaps squeeze some money out of him. When Third Child Xia thought his son was going to hit him, he stepped back and fell to the floor without any warning.

It was a struggle to revive him, and when he did come around, he was not in his right mind and could never stand up again.

Yunuan told all of this to Zhu Feng, who said, "He got what he deserved, that’s retribution. It’s just a pity for Huang Xiaocui. Even though she was mean, she was good to Third Child Xia, and her father-in-law treated him like his own son."

Then she said to Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, if you ever get into Beidu University, don’t have any contact with them. There’s no good in that family."

Song Yunuan: "I’ll listen to Grandma, I won’t bother with them."

Zhu Feng smiled with tears in her eyes; many people thought she was unaware of certain things, but as a mother, how could she not know when something was wrong with her son?

They say Little Nuan is a lucky star, now her son’s illness had improved, and she no longer had to worry and go sleepless at night without daring to ask.

After eating the cold noodles her grandmother made, Song Yunuan ran to the garment factory to listen to gossip.

These aunts were impressive; there seemed to be nothing in the surrounding villages that they didn’t know.

Song Yunuan liked to listen too.

However, if the topic was too risqué, she would be sent away.

Today, Song Yunuan heard about Chu Youfu from Liuxia Hamlet and Liu Daniu.

She suddenly perked up.

She was going to the county town to see Chu Xiaocao and possibly see Zheng Dong as well.

Old Man Song acted like a supervisor; by this time it was afternoon, so he quickly harnessed the cart to take her to the county town. Song Liang hurried over, saying that they were loading a batch of clothes and had asked Song Mingbo to deliver them to the train station.

Song Mingbo was stunned: "Dad, I can’t do it, I’ve never done it before."

Song Liang: "Learn by doing, if you don’t know, ask your sister."

This was the delivery requested by Liu Wen.

But it wasn’t for him personally; someone else had requested it through him, and he had told Song Liang the truth—that if it wasn’t possible, he would have the other party contact Song Liang directly.

Song Yunuan told Song Liang that once the goods were wholesaled, the sale was completed. If Liu Wen could sell the clothes at exorbitant prices, that was his capability, and there was no need to interfere.

Song Yunuan was rather impressed with Liu Wen; he had become a sort of middleman.

After some calculations, she found that Liu Wen had taken goods worth more than eight thousand yuan. No wonder Grandma Hu said many people in the provincial city liked to wear their linen suits.

The horse-drawn carriage encountered a middle-aged woman with two children carrying large and small bags, walking under the scorching sun on the way.

Old Man Song hurriedly stopped the cart.

He called out, "Is that Aunt Cuifen from Old Ma’s family?"

Ma Cuifen wiped the sweat from her face and said in a hoarse voice, "Old Man Song, it’s me..."

She was returning to the village, laden with luggage.

Song Yunuan certainly didn’t recognize her, so she turned to look at Song Mingbo.

"... she married an educated youth from Hai City, a pretty boy who couldn’t do any sort of work. After marrying Aunt Cuifen, he lived off her comfort. Last year, when they returned to the city, it was together, but now... I don’t know what happened."

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