Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 325: Don’t Want to Tell Little Nuan

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Don’t Want to Tell Little Nuan

Song Yunuan soon arrived at her county town home.

Old Man Song and Song Mingbo had finished delivering the goods and were waiting for her, asking if she wanted to go back or stay here.

Song Yunuan wanted to go back, as the village was more lively.

However, she had to wait until tomorrow to leave with her youngest aunt.

Old Man Song said, "Your youngest aunt has something urgent to attend to and won’t be able to return home until the day after tomorrow."

Song Mingbo then asked Song Yunuan, "Have you finished the homework that your uncle left for you?"

Song Yunuan nodded, "I’ve finished it," and saying this, she picked up her homework and put it in her satchel. Since her youngest aunt was not coming until the day after tomorrow, she decided not to wait. After checking the house, she got on the horse-drawn carriage and returned to the village.

On the way, she detoured to the riverbank. Big Jujube felt thoroughly refreshed after being washed by the siblings, and after having eaten the tender grass, Song Yunuan used a sickle to cut a big basket of it to put on the cart. Big Jujube was a member of the family, making the greatest contribution and working the hardest.

When she got home, she didn’t expect that the entire village already knew about Ma Cuifen’s situation.

It was her loudmouth eldest sister-in-law who had blabbed it all.

And just as Zhou Xiaohua had guessed, it was a divorce.

Du Zhiqing had gotten a job in the factory, becoming a worker, and had taken up with the daughter of the workshop director. Consequently, he forced her into a divorce, it was said. He had only bought her a train ticket and hadn’t even prepared food for her.

Ma Cuifen had taken some money with her when she left, but it was almost all spent within the year.

Actually, the former Ma Cuifen was someone to envy, having married a cultured man from the city and borne both a son and a daughter, the most perfect family configuration.

Ma Cuifen was competent, but Du Zhiqing wasn’t idle either. He worked as a teacher at the local primary school under the commune. Although it was privately run, he still received rations and a subsidy.

This sudden change of heart truly made people angry.

Yet, that anger was only expressed verbally, no one really dared to go to Hai City to settle accounts with the Du family.

Mainly because Hai City seemed too remote and unreachable.

And there was also a bit of fear of city people.

Mrs. Wang was jumping and shouting at home, claiming that her divorced youngest aunt was bringing shame upon the family and ruining its good name.

Although Sixth Aunt Ma was also distressed, she was unhappy with her daughter-in-law’s shouting like this and so they ended up arguing.

Old Mrs. Song really wanted to ask Ma Cuifen if she wanted to work in the factory. Although it was in the village, she could still earn a wage, and the treatment was similar to that in the county town’s factories.

But there is a saying, "One can’t make a deal just by pushing oneself forward."

Being too proactive wasn’t good either.

Yet on the other hand, Cuifen was skilled at handiwork and even knew embroidery. They really lacked someone like her there.

Unexpectedly, Sixth Aunt Ma came to visit.

The Song family house was quickly erected, with nearly everyone from the village pitching in to help.

Now, all that was left was the carpentry and fine work, as well as building the heated brick bed and setting up the cooking stove, tasks that Old Man Song and his two sons could handle.

Song Yunuan, on the other hand, was following her grandfather around curiously, feeling quite sure this winter would be warm.

Not to mention anything else, but just the thought of walking barefoot on the floor without cold feet, and the warm bed that would heat up as long as there was cooking and fire, seemed delightful.

This time, the kitchen was still in the center, with two stoves beside it. Meals would be eaten in the designated living room, not on the previously used heated brick bed, mainly for Little Nuan to adapt.

Actually, Song Yunuan was doing quite well.

She was very adaptable to local customs.

Seeing Sixth Aunt Ma had arrived, Song Yunuan called out to Old Mrs. Song, who was in the backyard vegetable garden, "Grandma, Sixth Aunt Ma is looking for you."

Song Yunuan didn’t leave; instead, she poured some cold boiled water and then learned that Sixth Aunt Ma wanted Cuifen to work in the factory. Cuifen was good with handiwork and could handle the sewing machine work; she didn’t need training and could get started after just getting accustomed to it.

"Sister Han, I wanted to come over yesterday, but this morning Cuifen is planning to move out with the children," Sixth Aunt Ma said.

"Where is she moving to?"

"It’s the house owned by Old Man Wang and Old Woman Mrs. Wang. Mrs. Wang agreed to it, saying that an annual rent of five yuan would suffice. But if they suddenly come back, they will surely kick Ma Cuifen out, it’s not at all secure. After all is said and done, I still feel like Cuifen is living off others. What can she possibly do? The Du family doesn’t want her anymore, and if I kick her out too, where could she turn for a living? Sigh, children are all debts, Sister Han, I truly envy the life you’re living now, it’s so good..."

Old Mrs. Song glanced at Little Nuan, who was listening intently beside her, and thought to herself, if it weren’t for Little Nuan, I’d be worse off than you, with the grass over my grave already grown tall.

She then said, "Cuifen is facing the hardest time now, you shouldn’t speak ill of her. Getting by in life is about enduring; endure it, and eventually, life gets better."

Sixth Aunt Ma couldn’t just keep sobbing in someone else’s house, so she pleaded, "I... I know your factory isn’t lacking workers right now, but when you are short on hands, could you let me know? I’ll tell Cuifen, so she can have something to look forward to."

Old Mrs. Song said, "Cuifen calls me ’Auntie,’ I’ll give you my word today; as long as Cuifen doesn’t mind, she can start working tomorrow!"

Old Mrs. Song saw off Sixth Aunt Ma, who was wiping away tears, and for some reason, she felt a strange sensation.

It turns out, the feeling of being thanked is different from that of thanking others.

After pondering it, Old Mrs. Song took Song Yunuan to the factory at the educated youth spot to have a look. School would be starting in a few days, and they needed to let Little Nuan focus on her studies without being interrupted.

Unexpectedly, they bumped into Xia Xindong, who had just returned from the test flight base. He had just remembered that Huai’an had asked him to tell Little Nuan that he’d left something for her at the brigade headquarters, in his temporary office.

Old Mrs. Song wanted to ask why it took him several days to remember, wasn’t he the type with a good memory?

Xia Xindong glanced at Little Nuan’s reaction, and thankfully, it was quite normal.

The truth was, he could never forget; he just didn’t really want to tell Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan obviously noticed this.

Although she was very curious about what Huai’an had left for her, she still went with her grandmother to their own factory at the educated youth spot first.

After making a round and helping Sister Juan with sorting threads for a while, Song Yunuan asked Old Mrs. Song, "Grandma, how much money do we have available now?"

Old Mrs. Song thought about it: "Also just over five thousand."

Song Yunuan: ...

Grandma has truly progressed.

She said, "What about the wages for the workers?"

"I’ve set that aside separately."

Song Yunuan looked at Old Mrs. Song, "Whenever you think we need a proper accountant, just tell me."

Old Mrs. Song frowned, "But that’s a stranger after all. Won’t they learn how much money we have in our family?"

"Without an accountant, people can still guess a rough amount. If you’re worried about this, then we really can’t hire any outsiders at all."

Old Mrs. Song thought it over and realized there was truth to it, then said, "Let her come then, and she can have her meals at our house."

Song Yunuan said, "Actually, she doesn’t need to come every day; just setting up the books and running bank errands would be enough."

If that’s the case, then it’s even better.

Song Yunuan finally saw the things Huai’an had left for her.

It was actually three large cardboard boxes.

They had been mailed from abroad.

The boxes were unopened, sealed. She checked and it was from the country Huai’an had visited on his trip.

There was also a letter on the desk.

It did not specify the recipient, nor was it sealed, but it seemed no one had looked at it.

After opening it, she learned it was from a friend of Huai’an who knew he was buying a gift for a young girl. She said she had prepared it and would send it over, ensuring it was all the kind of stuff girls liked most.

The letter was signed by Huai’an.

It mentioned that if there were any problems, she could call him...

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