Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 81 Song Yunuan, You Really Dare to Say_1

Chapter 81: Chapter 81 Song Yunuan, You Really Dare to Say_1

In the evening, Old Man Song who hadn’t returned home all day, actually led a red horse back.

The excited Old Man Song hugged the red horse for a long time and had already set up a shed for it. He mixed some horse feed and cut some fresh grass, then started to assemble the cart.

After asking around, Song Yunuan learned that Chu Zizhou had helped acquire it for only fifty yuan, which was really cheap.

So, Song Yunuan went to find Chu Zizhou.

Chu Zizhou was at the brigade office, writing something. He put down his fountain pen and smiled, "This red horse is one that the military equipment department had phased out. They have a stable, but I don’t know them. A few days ago, I casually mentioned it to Huai’an, and this afternoon the stable called me, asking me to take your grandfather to pick a horse."

He then added specifically, "If you have to thank someone, you should thank Gu Huai’an."

Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Yunuan, whose expression was hard to read. This girl was certainly no ordinary person. He asked, "Why don’t you study, young lady?"

Song Yunuan confessed, "I’m not good at studying and didn’t even pass the entrance exam for high school."

Chu Zizhou’s face bore a smile, suggesting deeply, "Huai’an’s mother, Aunt Qin, is a famous talented woman in Beidu. She really looks down on girls who are ignorant and uneducated."

Song Yunuan: ...

To say this to me, you’re still quite green.

Song Yunuan chuckled, her implication even deeper than Chu Zizhou’s, "Guess, would Gu Huai’an let you be his uncle?"

Chu Zizhou looked at Song Yunuan, who was laughing slyly, and found himself at a loss for words.

Song Yunuan, you really dare to speak your mind.

But he couldn’t retort.

Without naming names, how could he take offense?

And the way she said it was so roundabout, he didn’t dare relate it to himself and Gu Huai’an.

He could only dismiss her with a touch of annoyance, "Hurry back home, I’m very busy here."

After leaving the brigade office, Song Yunuan scoffed. Little Nuan doesn’t even know where she’s performing right now, you’re anxiously waiting in vain.

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Even though it was Monday, they still went to sell shoulder bags.

After two days of practice, and lured by the prospect of money, the Song family had nearly overcome many difficulties.

They couldn’t say it was easy, but they were no longer novices.

This time they split into two groups.

Song Yunuan took Asheng and Old Mrs. Song, still setting up in front of the department store.

Then Song Liang, Xia Guilan, and Lian Xiang took three bags and went first to Nanshan First Bedding and Clothing Factory.

This was a place for processing bedding, work clothes, hats, gloves, and other labor protection goods.

The factory had also been established for decades.

When they arrived, they took out the folded wooden stands they had tied up the day before, placed them on the ground, and arranged the shoulder bags and head flowers.

Song Liang had gone to the security room in advance to say hello, specifically stating it was permitted by the Trade and Industry Bureau, and he even gifted the old man a shoulder bag and two head flowers.

The security man accepted them half reluctantly, half delighted, and turned a blind eye to their stall set up at the gate.

The female workers of the First Bedding Factory were second only to those of the textile factory, numbering over a thousand.

By lunchtime, a few other vendors had also arrived.

There were those selling steamed buns, silk scarves, handkerchiefs, and ice cream bars.

But Song Liang and his group instantly caught people’s attention.

Without any doubt, they sold out of their two bags of goods in just one lunchtime. Shoulder bags were the quickest to go.

In this era, there wasn’t yet talk of wearing the same outfit; it was more like ’If you have it, I must have it too,’—a sort of endearing one-upmanship.

Head flowers also sold well, especially the red pompoms, which were the fastest to go.

It seemed that people preferred the bright rainbow shoulder bags and vivid head flowers.

One can understand this was the beginning of a more open era, and the aesthetic of color was like blooming flowers, bright and resplendent as it should be.

Song Liang handled the accounting and collected the money, much calmer than before.

But he pondered that sales would slow down later, as this was not something edible. For instance, a shoulder bag could be carried for three years, even five years—it would still be the same bag.

The same goes for the decorative hair flowers.

Rather than selling, it might be better to focus on processing and let others do the selling.

The processing part is simple; it can be done at home.

But he had no idea what to do next.

When they gathered in front of the department store that afternoon, Song Liang mentioned his idea.

And he received high praise from Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan felt that her days of being a "salted fish" were coming.

However, things were still okay for now.

There seemed to be an addictive quality to selling goods and receiving money.

Before the father and daughter had a chance to exchange more than a few words, they saw Old Mr. Ji leading Ji Yingying over.

Yingying had a red pom-pom hair ornament, and it bounced playfully as she walked, which was very attractive.

Old Mr. Ji chatted with Song Liang with a smile, suggesting that since the state-run restaurant was just opening, they could go have a meal together.

Ji Yingying hurriedly tugged at Asheng’s arm, saying, "There seems to be braised pork today."

Asheng swallowed hard with precision.

The little guy didn’t look at anyone else, only his sister.

Feeling that Old Mr. Ji had something important to discuss, Song Yunuan’s heart stirred, and she glanced at Old Mrs. Song.

Then let’s go.

The state-run restaurant had private rooms too, and thanks to Old Mr. Ji’s influence, they had braised pork and rice reserved for them.

Old Mr. Ji insisted on treating them, and they couldn’t refuse. After all, social interactions are like a gentle, continuous flow of water.

There was no such thing as dining without speaking or going to bed without conversing; relationships are often built over a meal and a chat.

As they talked, they grew more familiar with one another.

Especially since the Song family members were sincere, their words were even more pleasant to hear.

Old Mr. Ji said directly, "Little Nuan, I got a call from Museum Director Feng of the Beidu Museum yesterday. He said he received your letter and takes it very seriously, but there is a lot of uncertainty. I suggested a site inspection. After all, isn’t that how many ancient tomb clusters are discovered? Director Feng agreed, but he wants to take you along. I’ve considered it and now I am here to ask for your opinion. Would you like to go? If you do, we can set out in a few days."

His words carried an overload of information.

Old Mr. Ji gave Song Yunuan some time to think and took the opportunity to start a conversation with the Song family members.

He spoke of uncertainties, and then he didn’t let Little Nuan say much.

But the Song family was well aware of the matter.

It’s true; having not grown up with the child by your side, you really don’t understand their temperament, character, or other aspects.

Whatever the child tells you, just listen.

Whatever the child shows you, just believe.

Want to interfere? You wouldn’t even know where to start.

Song Liang nodded, "We’ll see what Little Nuan thinks."

"Is this going to be covered by public funding or is it personal expense?"

Song Yunuan was more concerned about this aspect.

Old Mr. Ji: "Of course, it’s public funding, all coming from Beidu Museum."

The Song family members all exchanged looks of astonishment.

The Beidu Museum sounded incredibly prestigious just by the name.

"I’ll go. When do we leave?"

"Get ready, and we’ll leave tomorrow."

No soon had Song Yunuan nodded in agreement when Asheng, with tears welling up in his eyes, climbed down from the chair, tugging at Song Yunuan’s hand, "Sister, can I come with you? Even if I can’t, I won’t cry about it."

Song Yunuan hadn’t planned to take her brother with her. She ruffled Asheng’s hair, "I’ll be back soon, and I’ll bring you tasty and fun things."

Asheng wanted to ask if she could bring back the Ruyi scepter. After thinking it over, he held back.