Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 98 What is Debt of Gratitude for Birth and Upbringing?_1

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 What is Debt of Gratitude for Birth and Upbringing?_1

Song Yunuan went to check on the fabric that had been brought back.

The youngest aunt’s room had now become a storage room, and some of it was also kept in Song Yunuan’s room.

Old Mrs. Song said that fabrics were prone to picking up scents and it was better to keep them in a fresh and clean room.

Song Yunuan asked Song Liang, "Dad, do you have any ideas?"

Song Liang had actually not been sleeping well these past few days.

The capital of 500 yuan might sound significant, but in reality, the goods were not few.

Now that he had money in hand, even if it didn’t feel real, the money was real.

There was also a savings book that hadn’t been touched yet, with a thousand yuan in it.

The 500 yuan for the fabric had already been given to Little Nuan, and with the second brother and sister, they had over nine hundred in hand.

The family really had money now, and so much inventory as well.

Yesterday, when he passed by the department store, he noticed several vendors at the entrance selling handbags and hair flowers.

The colors were even brighter, and there were also some selling scarves alongside them.

Hair flowers could be made from scrap cloth, but the handbag styles would need to be changed.

He found that continuing to make these two items might not sell well, so new styles needed to be introduced. Moreover, having looked at the fabric, although it was said to have flaws, actually there weren’t many, and they could be avoided.

This was also thanks to Old Mr. Ji—it must have been because of his influence that they could get such good fabric.

The fabric was actually still in high demand now.

In the department store, you still needed fabric coupons to get it.

His idea wasn’t to sell the fabric but to make trousers, ready-to-wear trousers in large, medium, and small sizes. Just let them sell, and then start making, cutting, and sewing. Aside from the young ones, basically everyone in the family knew how to do it.

Song Yunuan’s eyes sparkled. The Song family had to have someone take charge, and Song Liang was the most suitable.

"Dad, that’s a great idea. I’ll go to the brigade headquarters and call Sister Zhao. Just give me one yuan for now."

Song Liang glared, "Little Nuan, don’t you have even one yuan?"

"I do have money. I’ve got nine hundred and thirty-something in pocket money. Oh right, I won another 300 yuan in prize money on this trip to the provincial city," Song Yunuan boasted.

Song Yunuan had had six hundred yuan before, and no matter where she went, she never spent any money out of her own pocket.

This time when she went out, Old Man Song gave her a hundred yuan.

In any case, she was not short on money.

Song Liang’s eyes widened, "Little Nuan, even your dad only has a few notes of spare change in his pocket."

Song Yunuan giggled, "Daddy, that’s why you need to work hard. I’m waiting for Daddy to give me spending money."

Song Liang felt a warmth in his heart; the way Little Nuan called him Daddy made his eyes redden.

Someone had told him: Siqi is back in the village, how come you Song family people are so indifferent, not even letting her into the courtyard. That’s a bit too much, isn’t it?

A real daughter is good, but she can’t just have everything her way. Siqi was raised by you since she was little, she’s still related to you. Otherwise, why would she come back?

They also said that in Liuxia Hamlet there was a family, not one that had switched babies but one whose child had gone missing at the age of three.

The wife in that family wasn’t well; she had one child and couldn’t have any more, but then the one child they did have was lost.

The wife was constantly in a state of insanity, desperate for her child. So, they brought back a girl who was about the same age as her daughter.

The wife’s health improved, and she no longer made a fuss.

As the days passed and the child grew up, when she was about fifteen, the family’s daughter was found.

It turned out to be the work of child traffickers. The child, who had never been to school, trembled and cowered at the sight of people.

Reportedly, the child was often beaten and covered in bruises and injuries.

The mother didn’t acknowledge her biological daughter, instead doting on her adopted daughter who was outstanding: at just fifteen, she had skipped grades and was already in high school, in the key class at the county’s top-tier school, and ranked first among her age group; everyone said she was Beidu University material.

And how about her own daughter? Good for nothing, always hungry, timid and frail, and embarrassing to present to others. Come spring, they’d betrothed her, claiming the match was with a widower who had three kids, the eldest the same age as their daughter. What’s the difference between your own and one you raise well? If the latter gets into a university and lands a good job, won’t she provide a comfortable life just the same?

Of course, after saying this, the person chuckled and added that there really was no comparison, as Siqi was the daughter of a high-ranking official and couldn’t possibly stay here. But precisely for this reason, the Song family should treat her even better, as she might bring them honor someday.

Song Liang thought bitterly at the time: Treat her well and benefit from her reflected glory? What kind of glory? More likely a curse!

The events of these days, one after the other, circled in his head in the still of the night.

Without Little Nuan, the Song family would truly be broken and destroyed.

He had no good impression of the adopted daughter. Even if he were in her shoes, should his daughter return, no matter what she had become, whether fierce or timid, he would treat her well to compensate her. Was it the child’s fault that she had been lost? It was the adults’ negligence. What right did they have to blame a three-year-old?

Her survival was a blessing from the gods.

She returned from the brink of death only to be met with her family’s indifference, and to be forced to marry a widower?

How ill-fated must this girl be to be born into such a family?

At that time Song Liang had argued fiercely, but was shocked to find that many people believed a child raised by them since infancy was better than one who was not present.

It was the so-called "the grace of upbringing surpasses the grace of birth."

At that moment, looking at his daughter who softly called him ’Dad’, Song Liang felt kinship: this child was his flesh and blood, the continuation of his life, regardless of her looks or whether she was obedient. She was his own daughter.

Why wouldn’t he listen to her? He would listen to her!

With a tender voice, Song Liang said, "My girl, don’t worry. Dad will definitely work hard so that in the future, you can live a better life adorned with gold and silver."

Song Yunuan extended her hand without hesitation and demanded, "So, Dad, give me one yuan, I need to go make a call at the brigade office. This is official business, so we should use public funds, not my private money."

Song Liang chuckled and immediately took out all the money in his pocket and gave it to Song Yunuan: "Take it all. Use the rest to buy some candy at the supply and marketing cooperative."

Song Yunuan took only one yuan: "There’s a lot of candy at home; one yuan is enough."

Then she ran out joyfully, followed by a little "tail".

That was her younger brother, Asheng.

The brigade office was not far away, and just as they arrived Chu Zizhou had just hung up the phone.

Seeing the siblings, he asked in surprise, "What are you two doing here?"

Song Yunuan said, "I’m here to make a call to Sister Zhao."

Chu Zizhou teased, "I didn’t expect you to have such a wide network."

Song Yunuan replied modestly, "Oh, not at all. I just need some advice on a matter."

Chu Zizhou said, "You can also ask me for advice."

After thinking for a bit, Song Yunuan took up his offer and asked her question.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zizhou said, "When I came from Beidu, there were stalls all over East Main Street, but they only made hard-earned money. Sometimes things got too messy, and the authorities would drive people away or fine them."

Song Yunuan reflected, "So, the issue is really a lack of clear regulations."

While speaking, she began dialing the number, and after being transferred around, she finally reached the person she was looking for.

Zhao Li told Song Yunuan that for now, sideline businesses like selling eggs or maltose candy were not regulated, and things like sling bags and hair ornaments were still being sold without interference.

But as for selling clothes and trousers, that was uncertain.

For that, they would have to ask the leadership...

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