Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 85: Purchasing Fabric Again_1

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Purchasing Fabric Again_1

Lin Qing sneered inwardly.

However, on the surface, she remained composed as she took out the rosewood box, and with just one glance, Old Master Hu’s eyes lit up.

He then confirmed it was an old rosewood, and moreover, a precious variety called small-leaved rosewood.

Regardless of Lin Du’s and that woman’s motives, the object was now in her hands.

And it didn’t matter whether the Jade Ruyi belonged to the Lin family or the Wey Family—it was hers now.

Her Jade Ruyi was genuine, given to her by her grandfather, so naturally, it didn’t need to be appraised.

Yet, from what that man had said just now, it seemed that the Plum Blossom Official Furnace had been picked out by a child.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional.

That child must certainly be Asheng.

But indeed, Lin Qing dared not remind that man or even Old Master Hu; these people were all tough cookies.

In case something happened, if Gu Huai’an found out it was because of her, that would be terrible.

She left the Rare Treasures Atelier feeling disgruntled.

At this moment, Lin Du had already returned home; they lived in an elegantly styled villa.

This was a famous villa district.

The houses were built during the period of the Republic of China. Although not a "siheyuan", the location was excellent, right on the edge of Jiu City.

He sat on the sofa, his brows deeply furrowed, and then turned to his wife, Hu Zhi: "Is what your uncle said true?"

Hu Zhi glared at him: "What’s the use of talking about this now? You believed it, too, didn’t you? You’ve already given the box to your two daughters."

She then scoffed: "Your former father-in-law has quite the thick skin, actually claiming it’s a family heirloom of his family. Old Lin, whose family does it really belong to?"

Lin Du sneered softly, "I heard Old Mr. Wey is in poor health, and his descendants are fighting over the inheritance. He is too preoccupied to even confront me."

He then softened his voice, "Don’t worry, everything, including the Jade Ruyi, will belong to our son."

Hu Zhi said with pride: "That’s true, girls give birth to girls, so it’s pointless for them to even think about it."

Lin Du patted his wife’s shoulder.

The Old Master Hu of Rare Treasures Atelier was Hu Zhi’s uncle, and he had given them a tip. Before sending the original box to Lin Qing, he had placed something inside. If the Lin sisters didn’t get it appraised, it would be fine; in a month, the Jade Ruyi would change color.

But if she did go for appraisal, he would add a little something else, and in half a month, the discoloration would be nearly complete, rendering the Jade Ruyi worthless.

Then, they would surely come to him to find out what happened.

By then, the Jade Ruyi would naturally return to his possession.

The plan was good, and it spared him from offending Lin Qing, that lucky girl who had become Su Junze’s fiancée.

Now was not the time to fall out with her.

Of course, things might not go as he envisioned, but it didn’t matter; if it was destroyed, so be it.

If his son couldn’t have it, those two girls didn’t deserve it either.

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In Herr City, at the guesthouse.

Little Asheng whispered to his sister, "Sister, I saw something good yesterday, and it was cheap too. Why didn’t you buy it?"

Song Yunuan: "Our family doesn’t rely on that to get rich."

They went out for fun yesterday and saw a street vendor with various items, among which Asheng had identified a good inkstone.

After some thought, she decided to pass on it.

The main reason was that many outsiders had come to Herr City.

These people were like wild dogs that had smelled something foul; they even arrived before the survey team.

Clearly, someone inside had leaked information.

They didn’t dare go to Ginkgo Village yet and were wandering around aimlessly elsewhere. Those who could come here had the vision, capability, and the means—at least connections—and Song Yunuan didn’t want to take the risk.

Yingying came in, urging Song Yunuan and Asheng to go out for a meal, with Asheng happily running out first, following Yingying.

Song Yunuan had also packed up her things and bought quite a few local specialties. Although they were specifically local products, she wanted to buy some fabric and the like, but these required tickets here as well. Local products were mostly food items, and going back they would just be used as gifts. She even prepared several portions for the busy Old Mr. Ji,

She went to the restaurant and told Old Mr. Ji about the local specialties. Old Mr. Ji was excited, but the book definitely couldn’t stay in his hands.

It had already been handed over to professionals for preservation and restoration.

Old Mr. Ji’s eyes were shining bright, of course. This wasn’t the same era as back then, but the thought processes of a genius are always beyond comprehension.

Therefore, there was too much to learn.

However, this topic was off-limits.

He asked Song Yunuan, "Is there anything else you want to buy?"

"You know my family makes sling bags and headwear, I want to buy some fabric scraps and reasonably-priced fabrics. Any color will do, but the brighter the colors, the better."

That was a minor issue.

He told Song Yunuan that she should go with him to look at goods in the afternoon.

So, Song Yunuan spent 500 yuan and bought a large truckload of fabrics and fabric scraps and two sacks of elastic bands.

Then she headed straight for the railway.

There was also a train station in Nanshan County Town, located to the north of the town. Although it was small, it did have a cargo station.

With the right people, things were easy to handle. In just over an hour, everything was taken care of.

Afterward, she returned the same way she came.

Two days later, she arrived home.

Old Mr. Ji told Song Yunuan that he would notify her once the goods arrived, as the recipient’s name written was his.

They were sent home first.

Old Mr. Ji was anxious to go back and organize his materials. He didn’t even enter the house, exchanging a few words with Old Man Song before driving off with his granddaughter, who was holding floral clothes, little shoes, and a floral skirt, towards the direction of the town.

Song Yunuan, on the other hand, quickly went into the house.

She needed to bathe.

There was a big wooden tub at home, made by Old Man Song. Since her return, she had been bathing in the big wooden tub.

Fortunately, heating water in the large iron pot was also quick. By the time she and her brother had finished bathing and washing up, dinner was ready too.

Little Asheng went to sleep early that day, and Song Yunuan went to her grandmother’s room after she saw that he had fallen asleep.

It turned out that all the sling bags and headwear had been sold.

Song Yunuan mentioned that a batch of fabrics and fabric scraps would be arriving in a few days. Old Mrs. Song was overjoyed and first handed Song Yunuan 600 yuan, which was for the cost of the fabric and the freight.

Song Yunuan checked the account book.

In total, they had sold for 4680 yuan.

The bulk of the profit came from the headwear, which, having a low cost and high profit margin, made more money than the sling bags.

The savings account still had 1000 yuan deposited.

The last time Song Yunuan took out 300 yuan, and she had taken another 500 yuan when she went to Herr City.

Song Yunuan hadn’t spent much money. The money given by Old Mr. Ji wasn’t recorded; to itemize it would seem too impersonal.

It has to be said that Old Mr. Ji didn’t put much importance on the money, and Song Yunuan didn’t dwell on it either.

But for the family keeping an eye on the money, there was a sense of trepidation.

Old Mrs. Song showed Song Yunuan a savings book, registered in Song Yunuan’s name, with 1600 yuan deposited.

The rest, 800 yuan each person. The remaining few hundred yuan were allocated for miscellaneous expenses and so on.

Including the previous time, Lian Xiang had taken a total of 950 yuan.

With this, the accounts for this batch of sling bags and headwear were settled.

Old Mrs. Song handed the savings book to Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan distributed the gifts she had bought for them. Afterward, Lian Xiang excitedly left the old residence with her husband.

Old Man Song told Song Yunuan that a few people from Beidu came yesterday, one of whom was the person who had sold him the official furnace; that person only mentioned that someone was offering a high price to purchase incense burners and asked if he was willing to sell?

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