Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Song Yunuan pointed to the other one: "This is a men's one, the size is bigger, if you like it, I'll bring you two more in a few days." Zhao Li waved her hand: "No, these two are enough, the men's one is for you, Uncle Zhao, and the women's one is for me, it's really beautiful." "When the plaid skirt is made, I'll bring one to Sister Zhao." Zhao Li didn't say whether it was for money or not. Giving money was like Xiao Nuan selling something. Xiao Nuan didn't want it either. This is different from white flour. White flour can't be bought even if you have money. Food is still in short supply now. It took two years to breathe a sigh of relief. This white flour is very cheap, one cent per catty, all internal prices, a total of 150 catties, 15 yuan, Zhao Li took the money, but ran to the bedroom, took out a few bills and handed them to Song Yunuan: "Here is a sewing ticket. I exchanged it with someone yesterday. You can buy it today. I heard from your brother-in-law that this batch of sewing machines are all Peony brand, which are very easy to use." So, three more bags of white flour and a sewing machine were pulled on the carriage. When Old Song goes out now, he always prepares extra money whenever he takes his granddaughter with him.

Happy little Ah Sheng sat in the carriage, holding a jumping green frog and a box of checkers bought by his sister.

This checkers requires a ticket.

Then there was one in the ticket given by Sister Zhao.

What made Ah Sheng happy was not that he could play checkers, but that there were six colors of glass balls in it, but his sister said that this kind of checkers was suitable for people over six years old.

Ah Sheng almost cried.

He was five years old, one year away.

Song Yu Nuan asked him if he would eat it?

Song Mingsheng immediately assured that eating glass balls was something children did, and he would never do it.

One less to eat, he would not do stupid things.

At this time, Chu Zizhou finally received a call from Gu Huaian.

A cold voice came from the other side, and Chu Zizhou began to complain.

He said that Song Yu Nuan was so bold that he drove his jeep and aimed his shotgun at Yao Hai and Ma Zi.

Gu Huaian on the other side choked up and said with a headache: "Let's start from the beginning."

The topic was shocking, but he should know why?

After listening to it, Gu Huaian fell silent.

Chu Zizhou said: "The little girl is very brave. If you don't take care of her, she will be in trouble in the future."

Gu Huaian was silent for a long time before asking: "Why are you telling me this?"

Chu Zizhou:...

"I just want you to know that she is a lawless person. Don't let her grow up crooked in the future, or you won't be able to find a place to cry."

Gu Huaian was obviously in a bad mood: "Zizhou, she has a father and a mother, and she has the protection of her family. In fact, I am not as familiar with her as you are with her. Even if she grows up crooked, what does it have to do with me?"

Chu Zizhou widened his eyes and raised his voice: "Then don't you look at her differently?"

"Do you look at her differently?" Gu Huaian said lightly.

Chu Zizhou got angry when he heard him say that: "But you have cared before, why do you have this attitude this time? Did you like a girl, or did your mother introduce you to someone?"

"Neither, Zizhou, although you work in Erdaohe Village because of me, it is more for your own future. Work hard. She and I are not familiar with each other."

After saying this, Gu Huaian hung up the phone.

At this time, Gu Huaian stood in front of the desk, stunned for a moment. Maybe he was indeed a little enthusiastic. In addition to that girl, many people noticed it.

Only Song Yunuan didn't take him to heart.

She is really flamboyant.

She is indeed bold.

But after a few breaths, Gu Huaian's eyes were stained with a smile, with a trace of imperceptible light. He thought that the little girl must look very handsome holding a shotgun.

Gu Huaian picked up the phone and started dialing.

It was connected after a while. There was a middle-aged man on the other end, but his voice was cautious and respectful.

Gu Huaian said: "Uncle Wen, go check a man named Yao Hai, who claims to be the director of the Beidu Dongcheng Cultural Exchange Center and is now in charge of cultural relics."

"Okay, I'll go now."

The other side agreed.

Gu Huaian told him to check it carefully after finding it. If there is a problem, the cultural exchange center will be rectified.

After hanging up the phone, he walked briskly towards the laboratory outside the office.

The sun was very bright, and the future seemed very long, but it was full of expectations.

Chu Zizhou didn't know what Gu Huaian really thought. He thought that Gu Huaian had automatically given up because of his age and status. He thought he would be very disappointed and sympathized with him for a few minutes.

Of course, for a person like Gu Huaian, it would be too easy to find a partner.

Not to mention the queue of noble ladies in Beijing, it's almost the same.

Then seeing Song Yu Nuan's jubilant look day by day, he sighed helplessly and did what he had to do.

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Song Yu Nuan was very busy these days. She played well with Xiao Juan and Xiao Hua in the village. When Grandpa Zheng came, she went to visit.

It was really serious. She couldn't walk. She came in a wheelchair.

But she was very strong. She could laugh even in pain. It was probably because of this that Old Man Ji treated her and brought delicious food to Song Yu Nuan.

Cakes, candies and freshly baked cookies in the morning.

The cupboard where Old Lady Song stored food was finally put to good use.

It was filled with delicious food.

Maybe she was used to saving money. Old Lady Song still couldn't bear to eat so much food.

It was Song Yunuan who forced her to eat the cake quickly. Give away what you can’t eat.

How can Mrs. Song give it away? She still has several children at home.

The same goes for the food at home, which is placed in several large vats in the kitchen.

It's to prevent rats.

There are heavy covers on top, and no mouse of any size can turn it over.

Mrs. Song would sometimes be in a trance.

Although the food is not available now, the family has more than 100 kilograms of white flour, cornmeal is distributed as relief food according to the head, there are more than 50 kilograms, more than 50 kilograms of corn residue, and more than ten kilograms of rice, millet and There are half bags of soybeans.

It makes me feel safe when I look at it.

There is a jar of newly boiled meat oil.

There is also oil residue mixed in it.

For more than a month, life has been like this. Can it not be like a dream?

You know, for many years, every time this season, her rice vat has bottomed out.

One year during this season, there were only a few kilograms of cornmeal left. They dug wild vegetables all over the mountains and rolled out the leaves. Then they cooked them and made them into dumplings. They grabbed a handful of cornmeal and sprinkled them on the board. They rolled a layer of wild vegetable dumplings on top and steamed them in a basket. Ripe.

When she was learning these things from her granddaughter, her granddaughter also told her that there is a saying that feng shui changes in turn, saying that in the future, coarse grains will be more expensive than fine grains, and those who eat wild vegetables will be rich, and those who eat meat will be poor.

She listened to this as a story.

How could it be possible? She didn't believe it.

Who likes to eat wild vegetables? If there is less oil, they will be bitter.

There is also meat. How can poor people afford meat? It’s like a joke.