Chapter 183 Who Is Han Zhi?

Xia Bowen actually knew Mr. Ji.

They just didn't have much interaction.

Now Mr. Ji 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 gentle.

Xia Bowen didn't dare to take it lightly. In fact, he didn't think much of it.

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

I'm afraid he hated him to the core.

Xia Bowen sat in the study room like a sculpture, motionless.

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After saying hello to Mr. Ji, Song Yunuan ran to sell goods to his family.

All the sandals and rain boots that came in were sold out.

This time, he called and the goods could be shipped. According to the current supply situation, Song Liang ordered another batch. The distance was short and the goods arrived quickly. This time, he didn't use a transportation company, but Old Song drove a horse-drawn carriage to pull the goods.

It took three times to pull them back.

The warehouse on the east side was used as a warehouse, and it was full, which made her feel comfortable.

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

Now Mrs. Song has not settled the accounts, and she plans to settle the accounts together after all the goods in this batch are sold.

It was also the end of the month at that time, and she could pay everyone's salary. But Mrs. Song secretly told Song Yu Nuan that the family had a lot of money. The 1,000 yuan in the savings bank was prepared for building a house, and the rest was basically earned, which was already 6,500 yuan.

How good it would be if it was never spent.

Now it is like this, spending money to buy goods, selling them, repeating over and over again, like a snowball.

Song Yu Nuan asked her grandmother to prepare the money, and she could not say when she would buy a shop in the county.

Mrs. Song told Song Yu Nuan that if they really bought a shop, the shop would be written in Song Yu Nuan's name.

Song Yu Nuan smiled and declined, saying that she was young and not in a hurry. If she really bought a house, she would write her grandmother's name anyway.

It is a reward for grandma's hard work.

Then Song Yu Nuan asked the old lady what her name was.

Old Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment.

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

She hesitated for a moment, and felt a warm current in her heart. She told Song Yu Nuan with a choked voice that her name was Han Zhi.

Song Yu Nuan hurriedly praised the name for being so beautiful.

She also said that it was only one character away from the heroine, no wonder Xiaogu's songs were so touching, they were all related.

Old Mrs. Song had a hunch that Xiao Nuan was talking nonsense, but she just liked to listen to Xiao Nuan talk.

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

She had to buy a house for Xiao Nuan in Beidu, otherwise Xia Bowen's family would look down on her and worry that Xiao Nuan would take advantage of them?

By then, when her Xiao Nuan has a house, they won't be afraid anymore.

As for the eldest grandson Song Mingbo, she didn't think he could be admitted to Beidu University.

Xiao Nuan still has the best hope.

She just doesn't know how to buy a house in Beidu, how much money it will cost to get a household registration, and now she knows nothing.

And if she can't do it by then, how disappointed Xiao Nuan will be.

So Mrs. Song didn't tell anyone, but she made up her mind.

And Song Yu Nuan went to the gate of the textile factory.

A mobile service station can't always be at the department store.

The Song family came at noon when they got off work.

At this time, more than half of the goods they brought had been sold.

Now there was no one at the factory gate, and Song Liang was going to move the service station to the gate of the department store.

Ah Sheng saw Song Yu Nuan and pouted. His sister left him today, but his sister must have something urgent, so he hurried to the carriage to find a lunch box. Inside were crystal dumplings, which were particularly exquisite. It was said that Zhao Li brought them. She made them for Xiao Nuan today. The starch skin was a new product that the steamed dumpling shop was going to launch.

Only five trays were sold every day.

Several people shared the food. Actually, Song Yu Nuan had already finished it, but she still ate a few. It tasted really good.

It was spring chives, eggs and shrimps. It was probably sold at a very low price.

Song Liang said: "The market has started construction. Zhao Li said that the market is going to build a three-story building. The first floor is full of shops. It faces north and south, and is spacious and bright. Xiao Zhao has reserved a good position for it."

Song Yu Nuan saw it when she passed by. Construction had really started there.

By the way, it seemed that construction had also started at the auditorium.

I heard that it was a collective donation, otherwise it would not be able to afford it.

Song Liang went to see Song Yu Nuan.

Song Yu Nuan blinked: "Dad, just say whatever you want to say."

Song Liang said: "This shop is going to be written in your name. It was bought for you."

Song Yu Nuan grinned. Dad didn't discuss it with grandma in advance. He might get beaten later.

Old Lady Song said sinisterly: "Xiao Nuan said that this shop is named after Han Zhi."

Song Liang was stunned: "Who is Han Zhi? How can you write someone else's name?"

Old Lady Song gritted her teeth and pinched her waist: "Han Zhi is your mother!"

After a few slaps, Song Liang hurriedly hugged his head and hid everywhere, while Song Yu Nuan and A Sheng laughed heartlessly.

This era is not much different from later generations. Basically, after a woman gets married, her original name is ignored.

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

Even so, Old Lady Song was smiling, feeling very comfortable and naturally full of energy.

These goals came one after another, and none of them were actually achieved, but I felt particularly motivated.

Lian Xiang and Xia Guilan didn't come this time.

There wouldn't be so many people coming.

The family still needs to make clothes and pants, and process hairpins and other things.

This headband is made of bent wire.

Song Nian got a bundle of wire and made a lot of them. He bent the two ends, wrapped them with wool or cloth strips, and matched them with bows. It was very beautiful.

Just entering the 1980s, girls especially liked to wear headbands and hairpins, and liked to dress themselves up like a flower.

There were many styles, which were dazzling.

On the sales car of the mobile service station, the things sold by the old Song family were also increasing in variety.

Today happened to be Saturday, so Song Yu Nuan and A Sheng went to No. 1 Middle School to pick up Song Mingbo, and talked to him about what happened at home.

Song Mingbo was carrying his schoolbag, walking while listening to Song Yunuan talking, and suddenly he wiped away a tear.

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

Without waiting for Song Mingbo to speak, A Sheng said: "I know what's wrong with brother."

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

"Really?"

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

A Sheng laughed happily.

"Come again, come again!"

Song Mingbo said: "I feel like I can't help at all, and I feel very sad."