Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Xia Bowen actually knew Mr. Ji.

It's just that there isn't much interaction.

Now Ji Lao actually called him personally and told him directly about Xia Xindong.

He also told Xia Bowen that Song Yunuan was his granddaughter.

Mr. Ji was actually very polite and his tone was gentle.

Xia Bowen didn't dare to take it seriously. In fact, he didn't even think about it.

I never thought that Xia Xindong would recognize him as his father when he came back.

I'm afraid I also hate him deeply.

Xia Bowen sat in the study as motionless as a sculpture.
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After Song Yunuan greeted Mr. Ji, she ran to sell goods with her family.

The sandals and wellies that came in were all sold out.

This time I called and they were able to deliver the goods. According to the current supply situation, Song Liang ordered another batch. The distance was close and it arrived quickly. This time, there was no transportation company, but Lao Songtou drove the big carriage. Pull the goods.

It took three times to pull it back.

The warehouse on the east side has been used as a warehouse, and it is filled to the brim, which makes me feel comfortable just looking at it.

Song Yunuan thought to herself, this is now, and she is sure that everything can be sold. If it is more than ten years later, it will be hard to say.

Now Mrs. Song has not settled the bill, and is planning to wait until all the goods are sold before settling the bill together.

It was also the end of the month at that time, and we could still pay everyone’s wages. But Mrs. Song secretly told Song Yunuan that the family had a lot of money. The one thousand yuan in the savings bank was going to be used to build a house, and the rest was basically earned. There were already six thousand five hundred yuan.

How nice it would be if I never spent any money.

This is how it is now, spending money to buy goods, selling them, and the cycle starts over and over again, just like a snowball.

Song Yunuan asked her grandma to prepare money, and she didn't know when to buy a shop in the county.

Mrs. Song and Song Yunuan said that if they really bought a store, the store would have Song Yunuan's name on it.

Song Yunuan declined with a smile, saying that she was young and not in a hurry. If she really bought a house, she would write her grandma's name on it no matter what.

It is a reward for grandma’s hard life.

Then Song Yunuan asked the old lady what her name was.

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment.

After marrying into the old Song family, she was first the Song family's daughter-in-law, then the Song family's daughter-in-law, then Song Liang's mother, and then Mrs. Song.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling a warm current welling up in her heart, and told Song Yunuan in a choked voice that her name was Han Zhi.

Song Yunuan hurriedly praised the name for how nice it sounded.

He also said that there is only one word difference between her and the heroine. No wonder my sister-in-law’s songs are so touching. This is all related.

Mrs. Song intuitively felt that Xiao Nuan was talking nonsense, but she just liked to listen to Xiao Nuan talk.

Mrs. Song thought to herself that she would make more money, and maybe Xiao Nuan would be admitted to Beidu University.

She had to buy Xiao Nuan a house in Beidu, otherwise Xia Bowen's family would have to look down on others and worry about Xiao Nuan taking advantage of their family?

When her Xiaonuan family has a house, they won't be afraid.

As for her eldest grandson Song Mingbo, she didn't think he could get into Beidu University.

Xiaonuan is still the most promising.

She just doesn't know how to buy a house in Beidu or how much it will cost to obtain a household registration. She doesn't know anything now.

And what if Xiaonuan couldn't do it by then, how disappointed Xiaonuan would be.

So Mrs. Song didn't talk to anyone, she just made up her mind.

Song Yunuan went to the gate of the textile factory.

Mobile service stations cannot always be located in department stores.

The Song family came just before get off work time at noon.

At this time, more than half of the goods brought have been sold. There is no one at the entrance of the factory now, and Song Liang is planning to bring the service station to the entrance of the department store.

When Ah Sheng saw Song Yunuan, he pursed his lips. His sister had left him behind today, but she must be in a hurry, so he hurriedly went to the carriage and pulled out a lunch box. Inside were crystal dumplings, which were very delicate. She said that Zhao Li brought it to her. She made it specially for Xiao Nuan today. The starch wrapper she used was a new product that the steamed dumpling shop was preparing to launch.

Only five drawers are sold every day.

Several people shared the food. Song Yunuan had already finished it, but she still ate a few. Not to mention, it tasted really good.

It's spring leeks with eggs and shrimp. It's probably not cheap.

Song Liang said: "The market has started construction. Zhao Li said that the market is going to be built on three floors. The first floor is full of shops. It faces south and is spacious and bright. Xiao Zhao has already reserved a good location for it."

Song Yunuan saw it when he passed by. Construction was really starting there.

By the way, it seems that construction has also started on the auditorium.

I heard it was a collective donation, otherwise it wouldn't be repairable.

Song Liang went to see Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan blinked: "Dad, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Song Liang said: "This store is going to write your name on it, because it is bought for you."

Song Yunuan grinned. Dad didn't discuss this with grandma in advance. He might be beaten soon.

Mrs. Song said in a conspiratorial tone: "Xiao Nuan said that Han Zhi's name will be written on this store."

Song Liang was stunned: "Who is Han Zhi? How can you write the name of an outsider?"

Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and pinched her waist with her hands: "Han Zhi is your mother!"

After a few slaps, Song Liang hurriedly ran around holding his head while Song Yunuan and Ah Sheng laughed heartlessly.

This era was different from later generations. Basically, after women got married, they ignored their original names.

It's not like working in the city is better, isn't that the case in the countryside?

Despite this, Mrs. Song was still smiling, feeling very comfortable and naturally full of energy.

These goals come one after another, but none of them are actually achieved, so I feel very ambitious.

This time even Xiang and Xia Guilan didn't come.

There won’t be so many people coming.

The family also needs to make clothes and pants, as well as process hairpins and hairpins.

This headband is made of wire.

Song Nian got a bundle of wires and made many of them. They were bent at both ends, wrapped with wool or strips of cloth, and tied with bows. They were so beautiful.

Just entering the 1980s, girls especially liked to wear hairbands and flowers on their heads, and they liked to dress themselves up like a flower.

There are so many styles that it’s dazzling.

On the sales cart at the mobile service station, Lao Song's family sells more and more varieties of things.

Today happened to be Saturday, so Song Yunuan and Asheng went to No. 1 Middle School to pick up Song Mingbo and chat with him about what happened at home.

Song Mingbo was carrying his schoolbag and listening to Song Yunuan's bang bang bang as he walked, and suddenly wiped away his tears.

Song Yunuan asked in surprise: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Before Song Mingbo could speak, Ah Sheng said, "I know what's wrong with brother."

"He feels like an outsider, and we don't want to play with him anymore."

"real or fake?"

Song Mingbo grabbed Song Mingsheng, threw him into the sky, and then caught him steadily.

Asheng laughed happily.

"Come again, come again!"

Song Mingbo said: "I just feel like I can't do anything to help, and I feel very sad."