Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 402: Does the Pig Bone Want to Eat, You Know?

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Does the Pig Bone Want to Eat, You Know?

When he said these words, he was also doing it through gritted teeth.

After all, he had to find a reasonable explanation.

He didn’t believe a word Song Yunuan had said, but he was worried his son might encounter danger driving alone on the road.

So he had no choice but to find an excuse to turn back halfway.

The excuse was a feeling of unease, hence not wanting to go.

Those who didn’t get along with him, even those who were subtly competitive, all mocked him to his face, and their mocking words were harsh.

At the time, Hans cursed Song Yunuan, that country girl, endlessly in his mind.

It was all her fault. If not for Song Yunuan spouting nonsense, why would his son sneak out of school to chase after him halfway?

Clearly, his son really believed the nonsense Song Yunuan had said.

But he still had to stick to that excuse on the surface.

He even told his best friend about it.

But he respected their opinions.

After saying these things, he left first.

He was cursing nonstop the whole way there.

After all, a climbing event of this caliber hadn’t been held for several years, and he had prepared for several years himself; now, to flee the scene like this, he could imagine how his teammates were mocking him.

Just like that, cursing all the way, he drove to the small town.

The moment his car reached the entrance of the town, the volcano, silent for who knows how many years, erupted.

At that time, it felt like a dream.

But in that moment, it truly was like the earth shaking and the sky collapsing.

Even from such a distance, he could still keenly feel the unshakable force of nature at that moment.

His friends didn’t actually believe him, but later they got into an argument with another group, and to support him, they all withdrew from the climbing team.

He didn’t know at the time and thought they had all perished; he was very grief-stricken.

After all, when the rescue team arrived, all they saw was the empty tents pitched at the base of the mountain.

He and his son stayed in the small town for a day, and in the evening, they entered the town.

Seeing them again felt like being reborn.

So at this moment, Hans expressed deep apologies for his ignorance and arrogance.

But his son wouldn’t let him speak, just kept glaring at him until he put down the phone.

Kurt Gymm said, "Dad, you don’t need to go. I can take the assistant with me. Moreover, Song Yunuan has told me that some of the goods listed on the inventory shouldn’t be sold just yet, as she has a better way for us to make more money. However, it’s not convenient to discuss over the phone, details when we meet."

If this had been a few days earlier, Hans would have scoffed at these words.

But this time, he nodded seriously.

True or false, he would believe it for now.

At this time, Song Yunuan hung up the phone and said to the clerk beside her, "...I need to find Deputy County Mayor Zhao, some of the products need to be finalized, like the grass-woven storage baskets and pig bristles, of course, there’s also silk and so on..."

The clerk naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

But there was no need for her to follow this time, although since the other party was a foreign guest, they still had to follow procedures.

And it was to Song Yunuan’s benefit.

The young girl Song Yunuan, far from being averse, always brought sweets for her to eat and sweetly called her Aunt Yingzi.

The clerk’s name was Zhou Ying, a very kind-hearted person, always with a smile on her face.

After saying goodbye to her, Song Yunuan went to find Deputy County Mayor Zhao.

They preliminarily agreed on the quantity of goods and the transportation method.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao was shocked but stayed calm.

He told Song Yunuan that she could just go and negotiate, and they would handle everything else.

As for silk and porcelain, Song Yunuan entrusted them to Director Liu from the provincial city who led the last trade delegation.

Director Liu happily stated he had the goods, all of them were available.

Having arranged everything, Song Yunuan returned to Erdao River and as soon as she entered the village, she saw Zhong Shaoqing and Asheng sitting together on a sled, with Adah pulling the sled rope, trudging forward.

Running in the snow, they kicked up flurries of white snow.

Zhong Shaoqing held Asheng in his arms, and because he was running quite fast, the scarf was blown away.

Song Yunuan rode a horse into the city.

In such winter days, it was obviously impractical to ride a bicycle.

The best way to travel in this weather was on horseback.

Song Yunuan sat upright on the horse, reached out, and in an extremely dashing pose, caught the plaid scarf that the wind had blown toward her.

Zhong Shaoqing stared up at Song Yunuan, dumbstruck.

There was no moment like this when the heart was pounding like thunder, seemingly unable to hear any sound in this world.

The sounds faded away, leaving nothing but this young girl in front of him, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, smiling with a bit mischievous, so beautiful that one could not take their eyes off her.

And the plaid scarf in her hands.

Asheng looked up at the Shaoqing brother who was holding him.

This brother was very generous, just as generous as the eldest brother.

They were both so good to him.

He knew why.

Asheng hid his smug smile and hurriedly waved his hand, shouting, "Sister, sister, do you want to play with us on the sled?"

Song Yunuan nimbly dismounted.

She walked over to the sled with the scarf in her hand.

Casually, she wrapped the scarf around Zhong Shaoqing’s neck; the poor thing seemed to have never played like this before, his cheeks were flushed with happiness.

Witnessing the scene before him, Adah couldn’t help but think of a poem that sprang to mind.

It seemed to be called something like, what use is a delicate sieve for sowing red beans, do pigs crave it, don’t you know?

Yes, that’s the one!

Alas, Adah sighed.

Zhong Shaoqing’s heart was still thumping, thankful he was wearing a down jacket, lest Asheng be hopped right out of his arms.

Song Yunuan said, "You guys play, in the afternoon we’ll go hunting hares for the New Year’s feast, remember, we’ll use slingshots, I need to go back and find the clay pellets Grandpa made for me."

Zhong Shaoqing finally came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, finally calming himself a bit.

A glint of light passed through the depths of his eyes, then was quickly suppressed.

He asked softly, "Can I come along?"

Song Yunuan replied, "Of course you can, but there are traps in the woods, so you can’t run around."

Zhong Shaoqing’s heart, which had finally settled, began to ripple again, his lips curved up in a broad smile.

He said very obediently, "Okay, I won’t run around."

Asheng knew his sister wouldn’t take him with them after all; he was short, and the snow in the woods was deep, the snow in the low-lying land could even bury him.

But he couldn’t help asking, "Sister, can I go too?"

To his surprise, Song Yunuan agreed, "Sure, you can sit on the sled, and I’ll take you. We won’t go deep into the woods, just in the fields where there are many rabbits..."

Asheng joyously howled.

Sister, you’re so kind!

Song Yunuan was right, there were indeed quite a few grey rabbits in the fields.

In just a few hours, they bagged five rabbits and six pheasants.

Quite a few people joined in.

Naturally, it wasn’t Song Yunuan who pulled the sled; Adah and Acheng vied for the task.

Overjoyed Asheng wrote in his diary: Today was the happiest!

If you flipped back, you would see written above: Today Da Bai laid a big goose egg, I am so happy.

Today I got to eat braised pork, I am truly happy.

Today it snowed heavily, sister read me a story, I am really blessed!

And so on...

But Song Yunuan didn’t mind; with such a cute little brother, as long as he was happy, that was all that mattered.