Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 360: Is it related to Song Yunuan?

Chapter 360: Chapter 360: Is it related to Song Yunuan?

Because Song Yunuan was inconvenient to reach in Beidu at that time, Old Mrs. Song discussed with Song Liang and proposed to the county to establish a collection office here and also urged a bank to set up a savings service.

Being able to complete all these operations without leaving home was an absolute godsend for the local merchants.

Since the first business license was issued last year, countless licenses had been distributed across various provinces and cities this year.

Following Song Liang, who was the first from Nanshan County Town, keen-minded individuals quickly went to get their business licenses.

At that time, it was very easy to get a business license.

It was practically a green light all the way.

This was because such work achievements had to be reported to the higher-ups.

People in the eighties were not yet accustomed to building taller buildings.

The market trading center had only two floors.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been built so quickly.

Back when they were constructing the market trading center, various factories in the county went around begging for donations, while also applying for funds from the higher authorities.

This was how the market trading center eventually came into being.

There were options to rent or to buy.

Unexpectedly, the county had already recouped half of the invested costs, and the merchants had to pay fees every month thereafter.

A meeting was convened, and it received an enthusiastic response from all the merchants.

The bank separated out a department, for this was an opportunity to increase deposits, and they immediately agreed.

The collection office was staffed by people sent by the Bureau of Industry and Commerce.

All units in the county town shared a common advantage: abundance of personnel.

Unlike the personnel shortages of the sixties.

A factory office that required only three people was instead staffed with eleven.

With nothing to do, they played cards, read newspapers, drank tea, chatted, and waited for the work day to end.

Therefore, manpower diversion was beneficial to all units.

Naturally, the county wouldn’t concern itself with their wages.

The shops were divided into upper and lower floors.

The walls were coated with whitewash, and cement was used for the floors, which made them clean.

Nowadays, the lower floor sells men’s, children’s clothing, hair accessories, shoes, and the like.

The upper floor features women’s clothing and handbags.

Hearing Old Mrs. Song describe it all with great animation, Song Yunuan didn’t have time to go and see for herself.

She first had to participate in the school’s math competition.

By the time Song Yunuan went to the provincial city for the provincial math competition, her article had been published.

Although it wasn’t eye-catching, it was nevertheless featured on an important page.

Nowadays, when many people couldn’t even eat their fill, raising the issue of resource protection seemed incredible.

After its publication, just as Song Yunuan had expected,

some people cursed and stomped their feet in righteous indignation,

while others pondered thoughtfully.

Still others presented numerous examples to illustrate their points.

Living a good life with enough food and clothing is our goal.

But this does not conflict with resource protection.

Admittedly, those who cursed were especially numerous.

Old Master Gu did not curse, but he looked at the newspaper with a strange expression.

Why did he feel that the person who wrote this article must have something to do with Song Yunuan?

But he now dared not disturb Gu Huai’an.

He didn’t even dare to ask.

Gu Huai’an was at a critical juncture.

If there were any mistakes, he would become a national sinner.

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Song Yunuan glanced at it and saw almost no changes.

She made a phone call to Jin Ju.

At this time, Song Yunuan was at the guest house in the provincial city.

The team was led by the school’s Branch Secretary and the class teacher.

There were a total of five students selected from Nanshan County Town, and surprisingly, Chu Fei was also among them.

Song Yunuan was rooming with her.

After highlighting some key points for her, she prepared to bring fragrant rosewood gifts to the two grandfathers.

However, in the lobby, she was stopped by Li Chunwei, who said that someone had called for her, a girl from Beidu. She was just about to go upstairs to call her.

Jin Ju had to ask several people before she found out that Song Yunuan was staying at the educational guest house in the provincial city.

When she called, Jin Ju said to Song Yunuan, "... The debate is heated, all kinds of things being said, but once a voice is heard, it leaves a mark in people’s minds. However, Little Nuan, don’t lightly tell others, just do what you’re doing, and carry on with what you should be doing."

Song Yunuan truly didn’t care, but she still thanked Jin Ju for her kindness.

Still, she curiously asked, "Sister Ju, it was published so smoothly, wasn’t there any obstruction?"

"Of course there was, but now there’s a need for a variety of voices to be heard, to give everyone a chance to discuss, and to give some people the opportunity to scold me. They’re too happy to have the chance," Jin Ju replied.

Song Yunuan just chuckled.

There was nothing to apologize for.

To apologize would be an insult to Jin Ju’s profession.

But Jin Ju was also a smart person.

She never confronts others head-on.

Avoiding their sharp edges is also an attitude.

Jin Ju’s laugh sounded sweet, just like a harmless girl next door.

Her voice was also pleasant to hear: "Little Nuan, I’ll treat you to a meal when you come to Beidu for the finals."

Song Yunuan: "Okay, thank you Sister Ju."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yunuan overheard two middle-aged people talking nearby.

They were discussing the article about resource protection that she wrote for the newspaper.

"The person who wrote this must be someone with nothing better to do, full to the brim with food and drink. They always look up at the sky, never down at the ground."

"Exactly. They can’t see how hard life is for the common folk. How do you protect resources without letting the people go into the mountains to gather firewood or pick mushrooms? Isn’t this just like the old landlords?"

"You know, in Beiquan Province, there are so many impoverished areas. Do you have any idea how poor some places are? So poor that several brothers have only one pair of pants to share."

"That’s just too poor. If they don’t have disasters or illness, and work hard, can’t they earn enough for a pair of pants?" another questioned.

"You make sense, but there could be other reasons too. Like elderly parents needing medication and injections, poor harvests, and children needing to go to school..."

"No matter what, having food and clothing is the most important thing at this time."

"You’re so right. If people are starving to death, what’s the use of protecting resources well?"

"I heard from Xiao Liu in the office that there was an old lady in his hometown. Not long ago, she wanted to eat braised pork with potatoes before she died. There were potatoes, but no money at home to buy meat. It was only after the commune’s cadres found out that they quickly made a bowl of braised pork with potatoes and sent it to the old lady, who then closed her eyes with a smile," the other said with a sigh.

The two men walked quickly, talking as they went, and soon vanished from sight.

Song Yunuan was carrying a canvas tote bag in her hand, which contained two boxes.

The fragrant rosewood gifts were packed in cardboard boxes.

There was an interlayer in the middle of the box, filled with rice straw chopped up by a drawknife.

The cardboard boxes were very sturdy, pasted with kraft paper.

They had two hemp ropes for carrying by hand.

This time, Song Yunuan chose identical pieces of fragrant rosewood, without any choice, so no one would feel that what the other person received was better than their own.

Of course, she didn’t bring any clock.

The gift for Xia Bowen wasn’t intentional.

The fragrant rosewood clock was equally exquisite.

What Song Yunuan picked out was a set of fragrant rosewood tea utensils.

They were both decorative and functional.

Truly a work of exceptional beauty.

Old Mr. Lin was at Old Mr. Hu’s place, and Song Yunuan just happened to bring the gifts along.

Beautiful they definitely were, and both Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin were stunned when they saw the gifts.

Old Mr. Lin immediately recognized that this was ’haihuang’ grade wood.

What had Little Nuan done, to be so generous.

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