Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Will Chapter 360 be related to Song Yunuan?

Because it was inconvenient to contact Song Yunuan in Beidu at that time, Mrs. Song and Song Liang discussed it and made a suggestion to the county to set up a collection office here, and then asked the bank to set up a savings office here.

Being able to complete all these businesses without leaving home is definitely a great thing for the merchants here.

Since the first business license was issued last year, I don’t know how many business licenses have been issued by various provinces and cities this year.

Then Song Liang was the number one person in Nanshan County.

After him, the smart person also immediately applied for a business license.

It is very easy to apply for a business license at this time.

It was literally a green light all the way.

This is where the work performance must be reported to the superior.

People in the 1980s were not used to building taller buildings.

The market has only two floors.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been possible to build it so quickly.

When the market was being built, various factories in the county went to beg for alms and applied for funds from them.

The market was finally built.

Both for rent and for sale.

Unexpectedly, half of the cost invested by the county has been recouped, and then these businesses still have to pay monthly fees.

A special meeting was held and received an enthusiastic response from all merchants.

The bank set up a separate department. It was a good thing for them to increase deposits, so they naturally agreed immediately.

The cashier is someone sent by the industry and commerce.

All units in the county have one thing in common: they have a large number of people.

It’s different from the lack of people in the 1960s.

Obviously, the factory office only needs three people, but there are eleven people sitting there.

When I have nothing to do, I play poker, read the newspaper, drink tea and chat until I get off work.

Therefore, personnel diversion is a good thing for each unit.

Naturally, the county will not care about their wages.

The store is divided into upstairs and downstairs.

The walls are painted with white dust, and the floor is made of cement, which is very clean.

Nowadays, what is sold below is men’s clothing, children’s clothing, floral shoes, etc.

On top are women's clothes and bags.

After hearing Mrs. Song's elated description, Song Yunuan didn't have time to look at it.

She had to take part in the school's math competition first.

When Song Yunuan went to the provincial capital to participate in the provincial mathematics competition, her article was published.

Although it is not eye-catching, it is still on the important page.

Nowadays, there are still many people who don't even have enough to eat, so it's a bit unbelievable that resource protection is proposed.

After it was published, Song Yunuan thought the same thing.

Some people were scolding their mothers and stamping their feet in anger.

And some people are thoughtful.

Some people gave many facts as examples.

Having enough food, clothing and clothing to live a good life is our goal.

But it does not conflict with resource protection.

It is undeniable that a lot of people scolded me.

Mr. Gu didn't scold him, but he looked at the newspaper with a strange expression.

Why does he feel that the person who wrote this article must be related to Song Yunuan?
But he didn't dare to disturb Gu Huaian now.

Don't even dare to ask.

Gu Huaian is at a critical moment.

If he makes one mistake, he will become a national sinner.
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Song Yunuan took a look and found that there were almost no changes.

She called Kumquat.

At this time, Song Yunuan was at the guest house in the provincial capital.

This time the team was led by the school’s Youth League Secretary and head teacher. A total of five students from Nanshan County were selected. Unexpectedly, Chu Fei was also among them.

Song Yunuan lived in the same room as her.

After marking some key points for her, she prepared to send huanghuali to her two grandfathers.

But she was stopped by Li Chunwei in the hall, saying that someone was calling her. It was a girl from Beidu, and she was about to go upstairs to call her.

Jin Jue found out after several people that Song Yunuan lived in an education guest house in the provincial capital.

After making a phone call, Jin Jue told Song Yunuan: "...it's very controversial. You can say anything, but if the sound spreads, it will leave traces in people's minds. But Xiao Nuan, don't talk to others easily. , do what you do, do what you have to do.”

Song Yu Nuan really didn't care, but she still thanked Jin Ju for her kindness.

But she still asked curiously: "Sister Ju, it was published so smoothly, no one stopped it?"

"Definitely, but now we need all kinds of voices to appear, to give everyone a chance to discuss, and to give some people a chance to scold me. It's too late for them to be happy."

Song Yunuan laughed.

This is nothing to be sorry for.

Saying sorry is an insult to the Kumquat profession.

But Jin Jie is also a smart person.

Never compete with others.

Avoiding its sharp edges is also an attitude.

Kumquat smiles sweetly, like a harmless girl next door.

The voice is also nice: "Xiao Nuan, I will treat you to dinner when you come to Beidu to participate in the finals."

Song Yunuan: "Okay, thank you, Sister Ju."

After putting down the phone, Song Yunuan heard two middle-aged people passing by talking.

She was talking about the resource protection thing she wrote about in the newspaper.

"The people who wrote this article are definitely the kind of people who have enough to eat and drink and nothing to do. They are aloof and always only look up to the sky, never to the ground."

"Yes, you can't see how miserable the people are living. How can we protect resources and prevent people from going into the mountains to cut firewood and pick mushrooms? Isn't this no different from the big landowners' houses in the past?"

"We don't know how many impoverished areas there are in Beiquan Province. Do you know what it's like to be poor in some places? It's so poor that several brothers only have one pair of pants."

"Then this is too poor. If you don't get sick or suffer any disasters and work hard, can you still earn a pair of pants?"

Another person questioned.

"What you said makes sense, but there may be other reasons. For example, the parents at home are old and sick and need medicine and injections, the harvest in the fields is not good, and the children have to go to school..."

"No matter what, having enough food and clothing is the most important thing at this time."

"You're absolutely right. People are starving to death. What's the use of protecting resources no matter how well they are protected?"

"I heard from Xiao Liu in the office that there was an old lady in his hometown. He didn't have it some time ago. Before she died, she wanted to eat braised pork and potatoes. There were potatoes, but the family didn't have money to buy meat. When the commune cadres found out, they quickly told the canteen I made a bowl of braised pork and potatoes and gave it to the old lady. Then the old lady smiled and closed her eyes." Another person said with a sigh.

The two people walked very quickly, talking as they walked, and soon disappeared.

Song Yunuan was holding a canvas bag in her hand, with two boxes inside.

These huanghuali are packed in cardboard boxes.

There is a mezzanine in the middle of the box, which contains straw crushed with a knife.

The paper box is made of kraft paper and is very strong.

There are two hemp ropes that can be carried in your hands.

Song Yunuan chose the same huanghuali this time. Without a choice, she would not feel that the other person's is always better than her own.

Of course, I didn’t get a desk clock.

The one writing to Xia Bowen was not intentional.

The huanghuali clock is equally exquisite.

What Song Yunuan brought was a tea set made of Huanghuali.

It can be viewed and used.