boyutpedia Chapter 60 - 60 60 Are you planning to be a streetwalker_1
Chapter 60 - 60 60 Are you planning to be a streetwalker_1
Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Are you planning to be a streetwalker?_1 Chapter 60: Chapter 60 Are you planning to be a streetwalker?_1 The three generations of the Song family arrived at their destination without any hitches.
The courtyard was very quiet; aside from those who were at work or school, the place was left to retirees and children.
They found their way to Second Uncle Niu’s mother’s house without trouble.
She was a forthright old lady, retired for several years, now devoting her spare time to helping out in the community.
Grandma Niu was pleased with the firewood; there was no need to chop it with an axe, as the sizes were just right.
She paid one yuan and fifty cents.
Old Man Song mentioned that they also had some shepherd’s purse on the cart that was intended for relatives.
They had just picked it that morning.
Although it was a wild vegetable from the countryside, in this season, it was all about freshness.
Song Yunuan took down a basket of shepherd’s purse, smiling brightly, “Grandma Niu, we can’t take your money for this.
You’ve already overpaid for the firewood.
If you insist on paying, my little brother would feel embarrassed to eat the egg cakes you gave us.”
Just now, Grandma Niu had given Asheng two pieces of egg cake.
On hearing this, the old lady, who indeed loved the fresh and crisp shepherd’s purse, and charmed by the way the young girl spoke, replied with a smile, “Alright, then I’ll accept it.
Next time you have some dry firewood, bring some to me.”
After coming to an agreement, Song Yunuan left the basket behind, and the three left the textile compound in good spirits.
The shepherd’s purse business was seasonal, but firewood could be sold all year round.
Nanshan County Town had a lumber mill, and naturally, forests too, situated southeast of Erdao River Village.
The piece of land belonging to the Song family was just across the river from the Great Southern Mountain.
The Little Southern Mountain, however, was north of the county town.
The firewood was all collected by the elder during the winter, dry branches that the backyard still had plenty of.
In the past few years, entry into the mountains was forbidden, but recently the restrictions had been relaxed.
It was allowed as long as no one was caught felling trees secretly.
Although it wasn’t possible to sell firewood every day, it still added a source of income.
One yuan and fifty cents, about enough to buy two jin of meat.
Old Man Song was naturally happy.
Now the household had white flour, and this morning they made shepherd’s purse buns with a blend of flours.
There was no meat inside; only vegetable oil was used, yet they were fragrant and delicious.
The weather wasn’t too hot, so they wrapped ten buns in cotton cloth and sent them to Song Mingbo.
They would serve as his lunch.
It was only after arriving that they learned Old Mr.
Ji’s grandson was named Ji Hao, in class one grade one, and Song Mingbo was in class two.
Ji Hao used to board at the school, but now that Old Man Ji had recognized him, he naturally switched to being a day student.
Then he became friends with Song Mingbo, and nearly every day Ji Hao brought something tasty for him.
Song Mingbo patted his younger siblings on the head and said that the mid-term exams were coming up soon.
After the exams, they could have a three-day break.
It was then that Song Yunuan remembered that she had to take an entrance test for the electronics factory in a week’s time.
Right, she also needed to report to the second middle school.
After all, her middle school entrance examination scores weren’t high enough to get into the top school.
It was time for Song Mingbo’s class to start, so he ran back to class.
Old Man Song slipped him one yuan, then hurried to the East District Police Station with the horse cart.
Song Yunuan went in alone and happened to see Xiao Yu with short hair in the corridor.
So that day she was wearing a wig.
Xiao Yu winked at her, then led her to Station Chief Ho.
Station Chief Ho was in the office.
He said to Song Yunuan, “Little Nuan, Liu Jincui’s case is significant and there might still be fish that slipped through the net.
For your family’s safety, we’ve kept your involvement in this case discreet.
However, your contribution was substantial, and the station has decided to issue you a reward.
It’s been approved for a total of 300 yuan.
Although the funds haven’t been received yet, since you’re here, the station is ready to provide an advance.
You can take it with you now.”
Song Yunuan’s eyes lit up; it was like timely rain.
She expressed her gratitude to Station Chief Ho, who had intended to mention that this was actually by Huai’an’s suggestion, yet he swallowed the words he was about to say.
No procedures were necessary; it was quite straightforward.
Song Yunuan inquired about Liu Jincui’s case, and Station Chief Ho shared what he could with her.
Just as suspected, Old Woman Mrs.
Wang had told Liu Jincui she could get a good price for her.
Old Woman Mrs.
Wang was also involved.
As for whether Old Man Wang was aware of the situation, that day, only Old Woman Mrs.
Wang spoke with Liu Jincui; Old Man Wang was waiting outside.
Surprisingly, Liu Jincui chose righteousness over kinship, reporting many of Sun Dazhuang’s deeds and admitting that it was her lack of strict parenting that led to the current predicament.
Song Yunuan
Upon returning home, they quickly moved the contents from the horse cart into the house.
They removed the fresh grass and wild vegetables covering the top.
Old Man Song hastily returned the cart, and the family sat together, all eyes on Song Yunuan.
Song Yunuan explained that it was a reward.
Old Mrs.
Song, without blinking an eye, stated, “This money belongs to Little Nuan, and nobody should eye it.
Besides, she bought so much fabric already.
Little Nuan, do you want Grandma to hold onto it for you?”
Song Yunuan: …
This little old lady, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on the pile of money.
When she snapped out of her trance, Old Mrs.
Song, taken aback, quickly stood up, glanced out the window, took a deep breath, and after struggling for a while, she finally said, “Don’t tell anyone about this money.
It all belongs to Little Nuan.
Today’s fabric purchase can be considered a loan from Little Nuan, and Grandma will keep good account of it.”