Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 88 Don’t Just Add One After Another_1

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Don’t Just Add One After Another_1

Although Nanshan County Town’s lumber mill also had a furniture workshop, he hadn’t made a decision yet because he was preparing to buy from a furniture factory in the provincial city, so he didn’t pay much heed to Factory Manager Duan.

Last night, Old Duan had even called, saying he wanted to invite him to the state-owned restaurant for a meal.

He had been gently declined.

Fortunately, he hadn’t flat-out refused.

Song Yunuan was still worried as she asked, "Do you know the people at the lumber mill? What if they don’t agree?"

"No worries, I know Factory Manager Duan. It’s just asking for a day off, he will definitely agree, just relax."

Only then did Song Yunuan seem to show a relieved smile, "Then I won’t worry. Otherwise, going to the provincial city by myself, I really would have been scared."

Zheng Dong felt awkward and guilty, busily running to push his bicycle, after which Song Yunuan also got on the carriage.

So, the usually silent Old Man Song who had decided not to meddle, drove the carriage clattering towards the county town.

Following behind was Zheng Dong, pedaling his bicycle strenuously.

A few minutes later, the carriage stopped.

Song Yunuan called out to Zheng Dong, "Brother Dongzi, do you want to ride in the carriage?"

Zheng Dong wiped the sweat from his face and preferred riding in the carriage rather than cycling.

After all, he had been riding bicycles since he was six years old.

Nowadays, bicycles were all "28-inch bars," and when kids learned to ride, they would hold one handle with the left hand and the bike frame with the right, stepping on the pedal with the left foot, pedaling for a while, then swinging the leg over to step on the other pedal, thus getting the bike moving.

Zheng Dong wasn’t too keen on riding a bike, so he put his bicycle on the carriage and sat down himself.

Seeing Song Mingsheng, he said embarrassedly, "Next time I’ll bring you some candy to eat, brother."

Little Asheng said, "Thank you, brother."

"Ah, what a good kid!"

And really, the kid was quite good-looking.

Once they reached the town and because the train ticket was for one in the afternoon, Zheng Dong said, "I’ll go buy the tickets first. You go ahead with your errands, and after I get the tickets, I’ll go to the lumber mill to ask for a day off for your uncle."

Old Man Song moved his mouth, and Zheng Dong didn’t dare to explain, "Grandpa Song, I’ll go now, thank you for everything."

Then he got on his bicycle and zoomed away.

Song Yunuan just pursed her lips indifferently.

She then pulled her grandfather aside and said, "I’m going to the provincial city with my uncle this afternoon, and I’ll be back tomorrow morning or the morning after."

"What for?"

Song Yunuan thought for a moment, then roughly explained, and told Old Man Song, "I’m going to try to find an opportunity for my uncle, but I can’t say for sure if it will work out. I do indeed need to go to the provincial city; Lu Feng is not bad. In case he really gets into trouble, the Lu family will come to us too. Besides, with my uncle there, you all can rest assured."

Old Man Song’s expression soured, "Don’t worry about your uncle; you shouldn’t get involved in this. If he loves life or not, what does it have to do with you? If he can’t think straight in the future, he’ll blame you. Isn’t this just bullying?"

Old Man Song was very angry, hating his lack of ability to protect his granddaughter.

And those people were too bullying.

Your kid is not promising, why should my kid have to handle it?

Old Man Song generally didn’t express his opinion, but this time he really disagreed.

After thinking it over, Song Yunuan said, "Grandpa, I’ve grown up with Lu Feng. Actually, he’s been very good to me, really good. Even though the marriage arrangement has been dissolved, I don’t want to see him get into trouble."

When it came to those seventeen unknown years, Old Man Song suddenly had no more objections.

Having persuaded Old Man Song, they then went to the Agricultural Machinery Bureau together and smoothly bought tires and other items, which they loaded onto the carriage.

It must have been Chu Zizhou who had given a heads up in advance.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have immediately issued the bill as soon as they said it was for Erdao River.

Now that there was money in his pocket, Old Man Song took out one hundred yuan and gave it to Song Yunuan. After she accepted it, she turned to Song Mingsheng, who was eagerly looking at her, and said, "I’ll take you with me, all right?"

Little Asheng immediately hugged Song Yunuan, "Sister, you’re the best, I promise I won’t be any trouble."

The little guy was so sensible it was heart-wrenching.

At the Herr City Guesthouse, he even helped Song Yunuan tidy the room, fold clothes for her, and prepare water for washing feet, acting like a little housekeeping nanny.

Given that he wanted to visit the provincial city, how could one refuse?

Anyway, they would return at the latest the day after tomorrow, so there was no need to go back to the village to fetch anything. Having money in the pocket was all that mattered.

Oh, that’s right, it was the perfect opportunity to buy two sets of toothbrushes and toiletries in the provincial city.

She knew where in the provincial city one could buy them without ration coupons.

And watches.

If they went to the counter for domestic sales of export goods, with a bit of luck, they might score some decent watches.

On one hand, Old Man Song hurried to the lumber factory by horse-drawn carriage, while on the other, Zheng Dong had booked two train tickets and arranged a guesthouse near the compound, the manager of which was Zheng Dong’s cousin.

Zheng Dong shared this situation with frustration.

Cousin Zheng said, "I know, your fourth aunt scolded you for meddling in others’ affairs, and now she has to follow and persuade him too. But Lu Feng is adamant; it’s already the second day, and if he doesn’t eat and falls sick from hunger, who knows who he’ll lash out at. Besides, Lu Feng’s father is about to advance a step in his career. It’s not worth offending their family over nothing. But the thing is, does Little Nuan really give up her feelings, or will she attach herself again after seeing him?"

Zheng Dong felt a jolt in his heart.

Then he thought of Song Yunuan’s demeanor.

It was a tricky situation to gauge.

"Whether it works or not, others can’t solve the issue. Heartache needs its own cure. Don’t talk nonsense, and especially don’t mention that the Lu family and the Qin family are preparing to arrange a marriage again. Just make sure they are both well accommodated," continued Zheng Dong, "Remember, Big Brother, to take good care of them, and make sure you arrange the return tickets properly."

"Don’t worry, even if Little Nuan were an outsider, she grew up in this compound too. I... don’t have the heart to turn my back on her like that," said Cousin Zheng.

Zheng Dong arranged the train tickets and accommodation for Song Yunuan and her uncle-in-law and felt relieved. As for taking leave from work, that was a minor issue.

Therefore, Song Nian, who was sweating profusely in the workshop, was called to the workshop entrance.

The workshop where Song Nian worked was a basic processing shop, full of sawdust and the buzzing of electric saws; one had to step outside just to talk to someone.

And coincidentally, there was a rumor yesterday that the factory was considering letting go of some temporary workers.

Although Song Nian and his wife could return home to farm, they were not willing to settle for that.

And people like them, even trying to give a gift, were rejected by the leadership.

For instance, the handbag and hair ornament that Sun Jinrong brought couldn’t even be given away.

Waiting for the shop director to call him out, Song Nian was a bundle of nerves.

He was finished; he must have been laid off.

He and his wife would have to return home and farm.

Huzi would not be able to study in the city either.

Lost in his anxious thoughts, he then saw Factory Manager Duan standing not far away with a young man beside him; both were smiling at him warmly.

Factory Manager Duan’s expression was unprecedentedly kind, "Song Nian, Zheng has asked for leave on your behalf; get yourself ready, and you can go."

Song Nian was already sensitive, and seeing leadership made him even more nervous. He didn’t quite catch the first part, but the rest he heard loud and clear.

Song Nian’s face turned pale, "Factory Manager Duan, I... I..."

He wanted to ask why he was being sent away, but he felt his eyes welling up; after several years, he still found it hard to let go.

Factory Manager Duan instantly understood—the factory was indeed considering laying off some temporary workers.

But this particular temporary worker, Song Nian, was actually one they could not afford to lose!