Eighties Sweetheart Chapter 315 - 315 315 Love Can Also Fade Away

??Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Love Can Also Fade Away

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Love Can Also Fade Away

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Song was right, Xia Guilan testified on the side.

Song Yunuan felt comfortable everywhere.

The feeling of ho was just wonderful.

Little Asheng, knowing that Song Yunuan had gone to Beidu, tearfully accepted the gift Yingying had sent with her sister.

He wanted to say sothing but, after thinking it over, speaking out seed unreasonable, yet keeping it in was uncomfortable.

In the end, he couldn’t hold back and still voiced his grievances.

Song Yunuan readily agreed, next ti she went to Beidu, she would definitely take him with her.

Asheng then broke into a smile through his tears.

Song Yunuan saw that Zhilan Garnt Factory had started official production, with thirty workers each at a sewing machine, busily clacking away.

Inside and out, the courtyard was as clean as new.

As the first-generation factory building, it could last three years.

Xia Guilan and Lian Xiang were very busy on normal days.

Although it was just a small factory, there was still a lot to do.

But mainly, it was about processing clothes.

With the rules and work thods that Song Yunuan had prepared in advance, both caught on quite quickly.

Even the pig farm had been built.

The promise of a supply and demand village was no joke.

A pig farm was great, as nowadays pork was in high demand.

Of course, if they raised them well and in large numbers, once the base no longer needed them, they could sell them themselves.

This season there were no piglets, they were all delivered from the base, and three workers had been hired.

All of them were experienced.

Chu Zizhou had breathed a sigh of relief these past few days because Xia Xindong’s house had been renovated and they had moved in.

It’s just that Xia Xindong wasn’t ho, and he always felt that sothing was not quite right.

And Song Yunuan, having made the rounds and not found Song Mingbo, learned upon asking that he had gone to the county town.

Her uncle had also been busy with the pharmaceutical factory and hadn’t been ho for several days.

After hearing this, Song Yunuan did not take it to heart.

Song Liang said to Song Yunuan, “We were just waiting for you to co back.

Our family is preparing to build a house.

We have enough green bricks now.

You and Asheng will stay in the county for a few days.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao said the market will be completed in September.

Our clothes in the departnt store are selling very well.

Oh right, Liu Wen ca.

He must have co to borrow money.

He took a truckload of goods and paid three thousand yuan…”

Song Yunuan rambled on without realizing that she sounded like she was reporting to a leader.

After a simple review, Song Yunuan thought everything seed fine.

She had intended to go to the county town anyway, so she agreed, made sure her help was not needed with the house construction back ho, and got her things packed.

Old Man Song drove the horse cart, and Xia Guilan went with her, taking rice, flour, vegetables, and fruits.

Upon reaching the county town, Song Yunuan went to see Zhou Xiaohua and noticed that there were always people buying clothes and hair flowers at her counter.

If they liked sothing, they would pick it up for a look, and if they took a liking, they would write a small note and go to pay – it was one of the counters where no fabric coupons were needed.

Song Yunuan watched from afar but did not approach.

It had only been half a month, but Zhou Xiaohua had beco more confident, poised and composed.

Song Yunuan also checked her savings book, and ten thousand yuan had been deposited.

There was also a letter, sent by the Children’s Literature Publishing House from the provincial city, stating that two of her stories were ready for publication and hoping she would continue to provide more aningful children’s stories.

After walking just a few streets, Song Yunuan realized that Nanshan County Town had undergone significant changes.

On Central Street, flower pots had been placed, their vibrant colors competing for attention.

In this season, this was not abnormal, but placed on the street, they drew many gazes.

They were both curious and beautiful, with people even taking pictures here.

The sa went for the front of every household, where fresh flowers had been planted; so empty spaces even saw the transplanting of green grass.

It was said that a departnt specifically responsible for greening had been established.

Song Yunuan didn’t go to the foul-slling ditch because it was a bit far, but she heard that the work was nearly finished.

President Huang, with the approval of Chu Zizhou, invited Old Man Song and other skilled craftsn to the commune to teach everyone how to weave cooling hats with a decorative purpose, specifically for city folks.

Now they were all being sold in the departnt store.

On the main street, not only did one see many people wearing clothes from their own factory, but also coolie hats from the Sunflower Commune on their heads.

Like Song Yunuan, from head to toe.

Except for the leather sandals on her feet.

Back then, there wasn’t a concept of wardrobe clash; just like how everyone used to carry the sa yellow cloth military bags in past years, the situation remained the sa.

Many people, upon seeing others dressed nicely, would imdiately go buy an identical piece for themselves.

Song Yunuan, wearing a coolie hat, made a round and then headed back ho.

Old Man Song and Xia Guilan were always very cautious, feeling that it wasn’t their own house, but this didn’t stop them from keeping it clean and tidy.

When they arrived, Song Mingbo had not yet co back, and they had no idea where he had gone.

By the ti Song Yunuan returned, she saw Song Mingbo in the courtyard while Xia Guilan was cooking.

The aroma of food wafted from the house.

Old Man Song had even opened up a vegetable patch in the yard and scattered so seeds, which had now sprouted.

However, he told Song Yunuan that their own house would be finished in just half a month, and as long as they didn’t move, they were still going to live in the village.

He ntioned that the ground was laced with “earth dragons”, a heating system even better than central heating, sothing large families from the past used for warmth.

He didn’t need to design anything; a simple improvent was sufficient because he had worked on such heating systems when he was young.

The washroom remained as it was originally.

Old Man Song felt uncomfortable staying in this house but didn’t speak up directly.

Besides, the child had just returned, which was a ti to be close to her family.

Yet, she spent very little ti at ho, a pattern that would only continue once school started.

He simply wished for Song Yunuan to co back ho on Saturday nights; he would co to pick her up by horse cart, and then bring her back on Sundays.

All in all, he just didn’t want Song Yunuan to live here.

Song Yunuan thought for a mont and imdiately agreed.

Song Mingbo said, “Grandpa, what about ?”

Old Man Song glared at him, “You’re everywhere.”

Song Mingbo rembered what his grandfather used to say, “The eldest grandson is like an old son.”

Now, he felt like a weed in the field, unwanted and ready to be pulled out.

Love, it seed, could also disappear.

After dinner, Old Man Song took Xia Guilan back and then returned to Nanshan County Town.

He needed to stay here for a few days.

Although the neighbors were quite familiar, after all, there were three children.

How could he not worry?

The house needed to be finished quickly,

but building such a brick house with large tiles wouldn’t take too long.

All the materials were ready, and there was enough manpower.

Practically the entire community was helping out.

With good weather, the main structure could be built in about a week.

What remained was the installation of doors, windows, and other details, but in roughly a month, they could move in.

The climate this year was actually still abnormal.

Exactly as Song Yunuan had said.

As July arrived, it rained on two out of every three days, but fortunately, they were prepared.

They had mainly switched to planting rice and because the embanknts had been reinforced, the low-lying land wasn’t much affected and thus avoided complete crop failure.

By mid-August, the rains finally began to cease.

At this ti, many families started to repair their houses.

Although it wasn’t the best season for building, constructing single-story houses wasn’t much of a problem.

The horse cart had also been driven into the yard, and Old Man Song temporarily moved in as well.

In his youth, Old Man Song had tried his hand at many jobs, with the longest stint being a cook.

His specialty dish was sauced fish with flatbread.

That was what he prepared that evening.

The taste was delicious, although picking out the fish bones was a bit troubleso.

But the taste was undeniably good.