boyutpedia Chapter 59 - 59 59 The Poorest County Town Ranked Last_1
Chapter 59 - 59 59 The Poorest County Town Ranked Last_1
Chapter 59: Chapter 59: The Poorest County Town Ranked Last_1 Chapter 59: Chapter 59: The Poorest County Town Ranked Last_1 Song Yunuan looked at Gu Huai’an with a bit of horror.
“No way, there’s a next time?”
Gu Huai’an didn’t stay by the river for long, as he and Little Asheng went to the place where the old man kept his fish traps, and sure enough, there were catches in both traps.
It was Gu Huai’an’s first time seeing such a scene, and he found it to be quite marvelous.
He also ignored Song Yunuan’s aggressive words about wanting to touch, embrace, and even pounce on him.
He admired the young girl for her outwardly gentle and clever demeanor towards him, which was neither overly warm nor cold, just very ordinary.
But why was her heart so turbulent?
Fortunately, as soon as there was something to distract her, she would immediately divert her attention, ruthlessly forgetting about him without a second thought.
That was a skill in itself.
But it also proved one thing, the young girl was really shallow – unable to see his face or his long legs, she would instantly forget who he was.
In just a few minutes, Gu Huai’an had become good friends with Asheng, marveling at the boy’s intelligence, yet he didn’t say a word about it.
Look how happy Little Asheng was now.
It sure wasn’t like his own monotonous and dull childhood.
If it hadn’t been for Zizhou persistently circling around him, he probably wouldn’t have had a single friend.
Most importantly, Song Yunuan, that clever young girl, probably had already noticed it.
He really shouldn’t bother any further.
However, Little Asheng was so happy because, although the big brother didn’t give him candy, he presented him with a bullet-shaped keychain, with the bullet gleaming gold and the key ring shining silver.
The little guy was ecstatic and carefully placed it in his shoulder bag.
On the way back, he even took the initiative to slip his small hand into Gu Huai’an’s.
Song Yunuan glanced over indifferently, and Gu Huai’an, without showing any sign of disdain, naturally held Little Asheng’s hand as they walked.
Old Man Song had already breathed a sigh of relief earlier, happy that the handsome young man had a good temperament, was well-behaved, and was quiet when not speaking, unlike some young people who are loud and brash.
The old man had a very good impression of him.
When saying goodbye, they even set a date to go fishing in the river when the weather got warmer.
Although it was spring now, it was early spring.
While this place wasn’t the bitterly cold far north, the four seasons were still distinct.
Old Man Song didn’t go into the water when catching fish; he stood by the riverside.
After all, the water was very cool at the moment.
Gu Huai’an went to the brigade headquarters.
The preliminary discussion had just ended.
That’s what Gu Huai’an and Deputy County Mayor Zhao had talked about.
He had just taken a tour around and found that Erdao River Village was in a relatively low-lying area, and prolonged rain could easily cause problems.
Therefore, the river embankments needed reinforcement, and he hoped that the county would give it serious attention.
As for the low-lying land, it seemed suitable for planting the high-yield rice recently re
Song Ting officially reported for duty, helped bring her luggage into the dormitory, and the logistical director was particularly cordial, assisting Song Ting with the procedures, especially with her household registration.
If she wasn’t in a hurry, she could wait for him to handle it, or if she had time, she could also go to the East District Police Station herself.
Song Yunuan said she would go first and if that didn’t work out, she would trouble the logistical director later.
So, Song Yunuan and Old Man Song left the cultural troupe.
In the past few days, both covertly and overtly, Song Yunuan had taught her young aunt quite a few things.
The cultural troupe had a good atmosphere, so Song Ting should be able to adapt quickly.
Song Liang had originally planned to come, but the newly appointed Chu Zizhou still had too many unfamiliar aspects to manage.
Song Liang had to follow for a few more days to become accustomed to them.
So, only the three generations of the family came to see off Song Ting.
This time they definitely wouldn’t return with an empty cart; naturally, it was another load of shepherd’s purse.
Second Uncle Niu happily accepted it and earned thirty yuan, which added to what had not been spent, brought the Song family’s earnings from selling shepherd’s purse to eighty-one yuan.
Old Man Song was filled with gratitude towards Second Uncle Niu and asked if he wanted any firewood.
The cart was loaded with dry wood.
Second Uncle Niu glanced at it, stacked neatly, but since he lived in an apartment, he didn’t need it.
His parents, although also residing in an apartment, didn’t have gas and still used a wood stove, so it would certainly be useful to them.
He was at work and, after thinking it over, gave an address.
Then he gave a few instructions, mentioning that his parents’ wood supply had just run out but insisted that they had to take payment; his mother was rather traditional and would scold them if they didn’t accept money.
After explaining everything, Second Uncle Niu hurried off to his work.
Old Man Song recognized the address, having been familiar with Nanshan County Town for many years; it was the textile factory’s courtyard.
Song Yunuan’s eyes flickered, Textile factory?