Eighties Sweetheart Wife

As quickly as it came, it can go as quickly as it came.

A large group of people left Erdaohe Village.

The tranquility of the past has returned here.

Qin Siqi, Lin Qing and Lin Jia holding their child were sitting in a car.

Lin Qing asked Xiujuan just now, and Xiujuan said that Asheng said she didn't know.

Qin Siqi frowned, this is true, 100% true.

Why didn’t Asheng know?

Lin Jia glanced at her sister over there. She was ready to have a good talk with her sister.

I also want to tell my sister that Qin Siqi’s words cannot be believed.

The old Song family does not favor boys over girls at all. Who doesn't know that the daughter of the old Song family is delicate, her sister-in-law takes care of her, and her younger brother still gives in. Song Ting is only three years older than her, so she really looks like an aunt.

What do you want to know, why not ask her?

After not seeing Qing'er for several years, Lin Jia found that her sister had changed a lot.

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Lin Jia kept everything she brought.

There are two pieces of cloth, two bottles of canned luncheon meat and six bottles of canned fruit, as well as malted milk candies and biscuits.

They were all collected by the old lady.

For the first time, little Asheng didn't pounce on him, but sat on the stone in the yard full of thoughts.

Song Yunuan asked him: "What's wrong?"

Little Asheng asked in a low voice: "Sister, can I speak?"

Song Yunuan: "You and sister can talk about anything."

"Sister, that Ruyi cried when she left... It said that it was the favorite little Ruyi of our ancestors of the Song family. It had been with our ancestors for decades. It asked me to buy it back and offer it as an offering. Otherwise, It scolds us as unworthy descendants every day.”

Song Yunuan was suddenly startled, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

What does it mean, that piece Ruyi belongs to the ancestor of the Song family?

Oh, I remembered it. I heard my grandfather say that a long, long time ago, the Song family seemed to be a high official in the imperial city of a certain dynasty. Later, there was a man in the family who could predict the future. When the emperor found out about it, he ransacked his house and beheaded him. Only the youngest legitimate son was rescued and remains anonymous until now.

They are the descendants of that legitimate son.

Who believes this?

But it feels like everyone in the Song family believes it.

Including her little brother.

Song Yunuan felt a little confused, and she opened her mouth: "So...then what?"

Even if the little guy makes up a story, he still has to bite the bullet and listen to it.

"I told it that we had no money and we were very poor, and it called my grandparents and parents a waste. They couldn't even earn this little money. It also called me a little waste!"

Song Yunuan was speechless and silent.

Isn’t this a great heroine story?

Why did you create a fantasy?

Lin Qing was extremely lucky. Starting from the 1980s, everything went smoothly. In addition, she had a strong foundation and wide connections. In the early 1990s, she had astonishing wealth, and the Su family was getting better and better.

Although she admired Gu Huaian, the moon in the sky was just out of reach and just a thought.

Who wouldn't be heartbroken to see a person like Gu Huaian?

Reality and fantasy can still be distinguished, so she and Su Junze can be regarded as a loving couple.

I don’t know if it has anything to do with Yu Ruyi.

If it was relevant, she would definitely get this jade Ruyi and smash it to pieces with a hammer.

He touched his brother's head: "This Ruyi jade is worth the price of twenty incense burners. We can't afford it. Don't worry, my sister is working hard to make money. She will redeem it and put it in a box as an offering. This matter, It’s no longer your responsibility from now on, do you hear me?”

Asheng jumped up happily and pulled Song Yunuan to beg: "Sister, can I have a piece of chicken cake? No, half a piece, okay?"

Mrs. Song looked at her cabinet. Once upon a time, there was only one place for jujube cakes.

But now, it is actually full.

It’s time to divide it among the sons.

Old Songtou caught river prawns yesterday and cleaned them all today. At noon, he fried river prawns and leeks, made egg soup, and mixed shepherd's purse and oily spinach to make steamed buns with noodles.

Song Mingbo felt very happy. He had eaten and drank enough. He had five yuan in his pocket, a basket of dried vegetables and a bag of honeysuckle.

Nowadays, there are more and more dandelions in the fields, and I have picked a lot, washed them and put them in baskets.

Song Yunuan pushed the bicycle out and said to Song Mingbo, who was about to walk to the county No. 1 Middle School: "Brother, you can ride your bicycle back to the county, go directly to Ji's hometown, and then leave the bicycle at his house."

Song Yunuan is not that unreasonable. It's just a bicycle. It's a bit too much to ask the eldest brother to walk back to school.

Song Mingbo firmly refused.

Song Yunuan told her eldest brother that they were going to the county town next Saturday and had a lot of things to pick up, so it was not easy to ride bicycles, so it would be good to leave them at Ji's home.

So Song Mingbo rode his bicycle and left.

Before leaving, he and Asheng murmured for a long time. Asheng nodded repeatedly. Usually, he listened to his elder brother's words.

By the time Song Yunuan took her family to the county seat with their satchels and hair flowers on Saturday afternoon, Erdaohe Village had already organized part of the paddy fields.

Farm work is really tiring. Although Song Yunuan didn't do much, she was very busy this week.

This time Song Yunuan and the others brought three homemade handbags, which contained satchels and hair flowers.

I arrived a little late, and there were a dozen girls waiting.

Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang also came.

The two had been preparing for a week, and then they realized that many of them were not needed. Xiaonuan was the one who settled the accounts and collected the money. They didn't have to shout, they just got things. If they were not satisfied, they would quickly change them.

Song Yunuan is still wearing the same clothes today. She is slim and charming. She is the best advertisement.

They came again the next day.

Song Liang and Song He also followed.

Mrs. Song was relatively calm. Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang were so excited that they almost didn't sleep all night, but they were in great spirits.

Yesterday they sold more than 500 yuan, and today they packed six bags. I don’t know how much I can sell.

Mrs. Song went to her youngest son's house and briefly told the matter. Sun Jinrong's expression changed and he felt sour.

But what can be said?

I could only endure the complicated pain and jealousy in my heart, and looked at Mrs. Song eagerly: "I want to follow you."

Mrs. Song asked with a gloomy face: "Are you willing to leave your job in the lumber factory?"

"It doesn't matter if you give it up, it's too difficult to become a full-time employee now. I heard that there has been no quota for full-time employment in the past two years."

Mrs. Song sighed: "I'm worried too. There were a lot of things going on here the past few days, so I couldn't call you, and they were all detailed tailoring work. Your craftsmanship is really not good, and you can't do your job well." I have to tell you to stop working. If I can’t sell it, can you still go back to the factory?”

With this explanation, Sun Jinrong felt much better.

After calming down, Sun Jinrong is no longer envious. He has not yet become self-employed. After he becomes self-employed, many people will look down on him.

"Come with me to help, and I'll pay you for your hard work." Mrs. Song said to Sun Jinrong.

Today is Sunday, Song Nian goes to work, and Sun Jinrong is at home on holiday. Her eyes widened when she saw the satchel and the flower in her head.

Is this made by the mother-in-law and the second sister-in-law?

This was a busy day, during which several security patrols came. Song Yunuan mentioned Brother-in-law Zhao with a smile, and secretly gave each of them a bouquet of flowers to give to their daughter-in-law. If they didn't have these, what would they do? You have sisters at home, right?

Even if it’s just a hair tie, it’s not considered a mistake.