Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

In the evening, Lao Songtou, who had never returned home, came back with a bay-red horse.

The excited Old Songtou hugged the bay-red horse and wondered about it for a long time. The stable was set up long ago. Old Songtou mixed the horse food and grass, and then started to build the carriage.

After Song Yunuan asked, she found out that Chu Zizhou helped get it and it cost fifty yuan, which was really cheap.

So Song Yunuan went to find Chu Zizhou.

Chu Zizhou was at the brigade headquarters, writing something. He put down his pen and said with a smile: "This bay-red horse was eliminated by the Ministry of Armament. The Ministry of Armament has a racecourse, but I don't know them. I was casually chatting with Huai'an a few days ago. After mentioning it, no, the racecourse called me in the afternoon and asked me to take your grandpa to choose horses."

Then he added a special sentence: "If you must thank me, then you must also thank Gu Huaian."

Chu Zizhou glanced at Song Yunuan, who had an unpredictable expression. This little girl was actually not an ordinary person. He asked: "You little girl, why don't you study?"

Song Yunuan confessed frankly: "My academic performance was not good and I didn't even get into high school."

With a smile on his face, Chu Zizhou said meaningfully: "... Huai'an's mother is also Aunt Qin, but she is a famous talented girl in Beidu. She looks down on girls who are uneducated and incompetent."

Song Yunuan:......

Tell me this, you are still a little green.

Song Yunuan smiled, which was more meaningful than Chu Zizhou: "Guess, Gu Huai'an will let you be his uncle?"

Chu Zizhou looked at Song Yunuan with a sly smile in astonishment and was speechless.

Song Yunuan, you really dare to say that.

But he couldn't fight back yet.

He didn't mention her by name, so how could he dare to take the seat?

Moreover, these words were said in a roundabout way, and he did not dare to direct them towards himself and Gu Huaian.

I had no choice but to chase him away with a hint of embarrassment: "Go home quickly, I'm very busy."

Song Yunuan left the team headquarters and curled her lips, "My sister-in-law doesn't even know where she is performing now, so you are worried about me for nothing."
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Even though it's Monday, I still have to sell satchels.

After two days of training, under the temptation of money, the Song family almost overcame many difficulties.

I can't say that I'm at ease, but I'm not unfamiliar either.

This time they were divided into two groups.

Song Yunuan, Ah Sheng and Mrs. Song were still at the door of the department store.

Then Song Liang, Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang carried three bags and went to Nanshan No. 1 Quilt Factory.

This is the place where bedding, work clothes, hats, gloves and other labor protection supplies are processed.

The factory has been established for decades.

When he arrived, he took out the folding wooden frame that was tied up yesterday, placed it on the ground, and hung up his satchel and headdress.

Song Liang went to the guard room in advance to say hello, specifically stating that this was allowed by industry and commerce, and also gave the old man a satchel and two flowers on his head.

The guard uncle accepted it half-heartedly and turned a blind eye to the stall set up at the door.

The No. 1 Quilt Factory has the largest number of female workers after the textile factory, with more than a thousand women workers.

When I got off work at noon, there were actually a few vendors here.

There are people selling steamed buns, gauze scarves and handkerchiefs, and there are people selling popsicles and ice cream.

Song Liang and the others immediately attracted people's attention.

There was no suspense. In one noon, both bags were sold out.

Satchels are the fastest-selling items.

In this era, there is no such thing as matching clothes. It’s more like, if you have it, I have to have it too. That kind of comparison is very cute.

There are also head flowers, which sell well, especially the ones with red balls, which sell the fastest.

It feels like these people prefer bright rainbow satchels and bright head flowers.

It is understandable that this is an era that is just about to open up. Regarding the aesthetics of color, it is only when the colors bloom like flowers.

Song Liang settled accounts and collected money, and he was much calmer today.

But he thought that sales would be much slower in the future. This was not food. For example, a satchel could be carried for three years or even five years.

The same goes for head flowers.

It's better to mainly do processing and let others sell it. The processing place is simple, you can do it at home.

But he had no idea what to do next.

When they gathered in front of the department store in the afternoon, Song Liang expressed his thoughts.

Then he received strong praise from Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan felt that the day of making salted fish was coming.

However, it's okay now.

There seems to be an addictive feeling to collecting money from selling goods like this.

Unexpectedly, the father and daughter didn't say a few words before they saw Ji Lao leading Ji Yingying.

Yingying has red ball-headed flowers on her head, which sway leisurely when she walks, which is very beautiful.

Ji Lao talked to Song Liang with a smile, and said that the state-owned hotel happened to be open, so why not go have a meal together.

Ji Yingying hurriedly grabbed Asheng and said, "There seems to be braised pork today."

Asheng swallowed accurately.

This little guy didn't look at anyone but his sister.

Feeling that Mr. Ji had something to say, Song Yunuan's heart moved and she glanced at Mrs. Song.

Then go ahead.

State-owned hotels also have private rooms. When these people entered the private room, Ji Lao was really proud, and all the braised pork and rice were reserved for him.

Mr. Ji insists on treating him, so it's hard to refuse. Anyway, the exchange of favors is a matter of course.

We didn't eat or sleep, and our feelings were only expressed while eating.

As I talked, I became more familiar.

Especially the Song family is honest and speaks more pleasantly.

Mr. Ji said directly: "Xiao Nuan, I received a call from Director Feng of the museum yesterday. He said that he had received your letter and that he took it seriously, but there were a lot of uncertainties. I told him that it was okay. Field inspection, isn’t this how many ancient tombs were excavated? Director Feng agreed, but he meant to bring you with me. I thought about it and asked for your opinion. Do you want to go? , if you want to go, we will leave in a few days."

This is too much information.

Mr. Ji gave Song Yunuan time to think about it, and then took the opportunity to talk to the Song family.

He said he was unsure, so he didn't let Xiaonuan say anything later.

But everyone in the Song family knows this.

Speaking of which, the child didn’t grow up around him. I don’t know whether it’s because of his temperament or other factors.

Just listen to what your child says to you.

Whatever your child shows, just believe it.

Do you want to interfere? You don’t even know where to start.

Song Liang nodded: "It depends on Xiao Nuan's opinion."

"Is this considered public expense or self-funded?"

Song Yunuan is more concerned about this.

Ji Lao: "Of course it's public funding, and it's all paid for by the Beidu Museum."

The Song family collectively looked at each other.

Beidu Museum sounds sacred.

"I'll go, when will I leave?"

"Get ready, we'll leave tomorrow."

Just as Song Yunuan nodded in agreement, Ah Sheng climbed down from the chair with tears in his eyes and went to hold Song Yunuan's hand: "Sister, can I follow you? If you can't, I won't cry either."

Song Yunuan didn't want to take her brother there. She rubbed his head and said, "I'll be back soon and bring you delicious and fun things."

Ah Sheng wanted to ask if he could bring Ruyi back, but after thinking about it, he held back.