Chapter 68 Military Industry Tickets and Back Doors
Song Yunuan didn't see Gu Huaian, but sitting in front of the simple desk at the brigade headquarters were Deputy County President Huang and Zhao from the County Water Conservancy Bureau.
Of course, sitting next to Deputy County Zhao were two technicians from the rice base.
It seemed that Chu Zizhou was serious about it.
His eyebrows were serious, and he looked very much like that.
However, before the meeting was over, Song Yunuan took Mrs. Song into the city.
This time I went on foot.
When the roads are full of potholes, it’s really better to walk.
Unexpectedly, I met Sister Niu's bus on the way. It was not at the station, and it stopped immediately.
As usual, I sat in the front.
This was not the first time Mrs. Song took a bus, but it was the first time she was treated specially.
People's hearts are really complicated. In the past, when she saw others using the back door, she would spit in jealousy behind her back.
When the object of differential treatment is yourself, the feeling is different.
The little old lady was very happy and felt very proud. She looked back several times, but unfortunately there were no people from the same village, so she couldn't show off.
Over there, Song Yunuan gave Sister Niu her satchel and hair bouquet, and another set for the driver's wife.
It was the first time for the two of them to see this novel head flower, especially Sister Niu, who couldn't put it down.
The driver took a look at it when he parked the car. He didn't care, but he had a girl at home, and the red ball-headed flower was so pretty. I think his little girl would definitely like it.
The two of them didn't want to ask for it for free, but Song Yunuan had no intention of accepting any money.
And it’s not easy to tear in the car either.
Soon we arrived at the county town. After everyone in the car got out, Mrs. Song said she still had something to do and told them not to be polite. She also told them the truth that the family made this by themselves and planned to sell it in the afternoon. I hope they can promote it, but don’t tell others that they did it first.
The driver master and Sister Niu happily agreed.
Song Yunuan and her grandma worked separately. She went to Sister Zhao's house, while Mrs. Song went to find her youngest son.
They also brought a handbag, but Mrs. Song took it away. She told Song Yunuan that it was not good to give Zhao Li a satchel, as this was not good.
Song Yunuan was convinced.
Sister Zhao happened to be at home and was very happy to see Song Yunuan. She was even happier when she saw the satchel and hairdo.
She has a daughter and two sons. The younger daughter is three years old. With a red ball head flower, she is as beautiful as a doll in a New Year painting.
The house in Sister Zhao's house is quite spacious. The old man and the old lady took their two grandchildren out to visit relatives, and Zhao Li and her daughter were the only ones at home.
Zhao Li is actually only twenty-seven, but she is the mother of three children.
She asked Song Yunuan where she got it. If she bought it, it must be very expensive.
Song Yunuan didn't hide it, saying that she saw someone selling such satchels and headbands in the provincial capital, wholesale from Yangcheng, so she thought of making some to see if she could sell them.
Sister Zhao doesn't know that there are actually quite a lot of businesses in the county today, and some are honest, but no one is selling satchels or hair flowers.
Song Yunuan: "Sister Zhao, I want to try it first."
Sister Zhao thought for a while, dressed the child, hugged the child and said, "Come with me to the Industrial and Commercial Office, where your brother-in-law works. Say hello to him first to avoid being fined by the management office."
He also explained to Song Yunuan that although there was no charge of speculation, there was no explicit rule that he could do business at will.
It is said that Song Yunuan belongs to the handicraft industry. Nowadays, family handicrafts are strongly advocated, so what you make can be sold.
Just like home-made maltose made from plucked mountain berries.
The trip to the industrial and commercial office went smoothly. After saying hello, Brother Zhao agreed wholeheartedly. Song Yunuan did not expect such an unexpected surprise.
I hugged little Niuniu, kissed her, handed her back to Sister Zhao, and happily went to the department store I had agreed with grandma.
After a while, Mrs. Song and Song Nian came.
Then I successfully spent 100 yuan to buy a Peacock bicycle.
The bike is a typical 28-inch bike, and the quality is second to none. Song Yu Nuan has long legs and can walk on it.
Only when I arrived did I find out that the bicycle tickets given by Chu Zizhou were actually military tickets with discounts. Even the salesperson was particularly enthusiastic.
Not only did they pick the best ones, but they also installed them for free. If you have a bicycle and need an inflator tube, you didn’t need a ticket, so you just bought one, and everything was done.
The salesperson responsible for selling bicycles did not stand at the counter, and the bicycles were taken out of the warehouse. Mrs. Song could chat and was vague about the origin of the military industry tickets, which made the other party feel that this family was not ordinary country people.
A military industrial vote brings us closer together.
Then he pushed the bicycle and left the department store warehouse.
It seemed to be around three o'clock in the afternoon. Song Yunuan asked about her aunt's situation. There was no news after Liu Jincui and Sun Dazhuang were arrested.
Liu Jincui's daughter-in-law left with her child. As for whose family Sun Jinrong belonged to, Liu Jincui didn't know, saying she was abducted when she saw her on the street.
It was in Haicheng, I don't remember where exactly. I was a street kid at that time, about three or four years old.
As for why he didn't resell it later, it was because the Dragon Kingdom was established and the buying and selling of people was not allowed. As a last resort, he had to say that it was his daughter who supported him.
Without the filter of family ties, Sun Jinrong knew that his life since childhood was really miserable.
Another point is that whether it is true or false, there is no way to prove it.
After saying this, Sun Jinrong suddenly didn't care.
The Sun family's house was confiscated, and all their belongings were confiscated. Sun Jinrong only had a longevity lock, a very ordinary one, and that was all for the time being.
I have been busy these days and have no time to go home. Song Nian said that Director He returned some of the things that Sun Jinrong had returned to Sun's house.
Song Nian said that everything was sorted out and he was going to send him back to his hometown.
Old Mrs. Song got angry when she heard this: "What are you going to give? Aren't your sister and your nephew both in the county town? How come you pretend you can't see them? You can't even feed your family?"
Song Nian hurriedly explained: "No, no, I just got the things back yesterday. There was a lot of work in the unit, so I didn't have time." He also got closer to Mrs. Song and said, "Mom, don't worry, we will never do stupid things again. "
Mrs. Song pushed her younger son away with a slap, and said with disdain: "Sun Jinrong doesn't even have her natal family anymore, who else can she provide for?"
But at this point, the old lady shut up and told Song Nian to take care of her sister and Abo.
Sun Jinrong has a bad foundation and can easily reveal his true colors.
As the old lady said, a dog can't change its habit of eating shit, you have to wait and see.
Of course, it was impossible to say this in front of Sun Jinrong.
Then Mrs. Song asked him to return to the unit as soon as possible. He was still a temporary worker, and he would be easily fired if he always asked for leave.
No matter what, there is still a place to eat.
Song Nian really couldn't delay too long. After giving some instructions, he rode his bicycle back to the unit...
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