Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 67 - But He Made It Disappear in One Breath_1
Chapter 67: Chapter 67 But He Made It Disappear in One Breath_1
Chapter 67 -67 But He Made It Disappear in One Breath_1
In Nanshan County Town, those good old objects are hard to come across at ordinary times.
Song Yunuan turned her head to look at her little brother.
Little Asheng came over, “Grandpa Ji, it was collected in the east of the city.
His family had many incense burners, and I asked Grandpa to choose this one.
Grandpa gave him three yuan.
The man told my Grandpa that the country used to encourage personal export of antique-replica cultural relics to earn foreign currency.
These were the ones that were returned later because they were not up to standard.
He’s moving and was getting ready to deal with all of them.”
Old Mr.
Ji didn’t ask Asheng why he wanted this one and gave a meaningful glance to his daughter.
Aunt Ji Xinyi then took the two children to the kitchen.
Old Mr.
Ji told Song Yunuan that this one was from the late Ming dynasty, a double-handle official furnace, and according to last year’s market, it should sell for over ten thousand yuan.
That could be said to be quite valuable.
Such luck was really too good to be true.
Song Yunuan, “I’ll keep this, not give it to my Grandpa, and won’t tell him for now, otherwise my Grandpa will feel guilty and won’t be able to sleep.”
It was hard to give it back, yet keeping it also caused unease.
Of course, Old Mr.
Ji had no intention of meddling with how Song Yunuan would handle it.
He only asked her, “How’s the studying for your exams going?
I will leave Nanshan during the summer break, and before vacation, you need to take the test.”
Song Yunuan simply told Old Mr.
Ji not to worry, and that she would study hard and make steady progress day by day.
But she had a very important matter in mind.
Song Yunuan took out an old book and handed it to Grandpa Ji, “Grandpa Ji, look at the place where the pages are folded.”
Old Master Ji glanced at Song Yunuan, then bowed his head and flipped through the book briefly.
After that, he looked at Song Yunuan, “Girl, what are you up to…”
Song Yunuan decided she had to convince with reason.
So, she picked up the globe, pointed to a region, and together with the information in the book, said, “…all things considered, it’s highly likely that there’s an ancient tomb from the Western Jin dynasty here.”
Old Mr.
Ji, looking at Song Yunuan, asked all of a sudden, “Was it your brother who figured this out?”
Song Yunuan giggled, “The secrets of heaven must not be revealed!”
After a few seconds of silence, Old Mr.
Ji chuckled, “Tell me, what do you want your Grandpa Ji to do?”
He added, “But it has to be something I can do.”
“A few days ago, I sent a registered letter to the Beidu Museum.
If possible, Grandpa Ji, could you get them to take it seriously?
As the saying goes, hit the stick to get the dates, even if there aren’t any.
What if my reasoning is correct but they don’t pay attention, and it’s discovered by the villagers?
Grandpa Ji, do you think they would voluntarily turn it in?”
Old Mr.
Ji didn’t speak.
Would they?
Perhaps they would have in the past, but not anymore.
“Once they dig up something, and the word spreads, those dealers will pour in like cats smelling fish, crazily storming in.
If it’s poorly managed, a black market could form.
The dealers will buy them at low prices and then resell through special channels, and our treasures would end up in foreigners’ hands.
To get them back would cost an unimaginable price.”
Old Mr.
Ji squinted his eyes, this was quite a heavy topic for Little Nuan.
“Little Nuan, but what if your reasoning is wrong?”
That could cause wasteful expenditure of resources and easily stir up conflicts.
“If it turns out to be false, it would just be a fuss over nothing.
But it could also serve as a warning shot.
It would be best if the military got involved, and then we should widely publicize it to raise awareness.
The good things left behind by our ancestors, there are already too many of them in foreigners’ hands.”
Old Mr.
Ji stared silently at the young girl for a moment and then said with some emotion, “Alright, I’ll take care of this matter.”
The child’s words were cogent and persuasive; it was hard not to believe her.
And thankfully, he owed a debt of gratitude to the museum director, so it should not be difficult to arrange.
By the time the three generations of the Song family returned to the village, the long-absent loudspeaker had started blaring.
It was announcing to all the villagers to go to the brigade headquarters for a meeting at two o’clock in the afternoon after lunch.
There was important news to be announced.
Old Mrs.
Song had known what it was about for some time and even said to Song Yunuan, “Rice is just rice.
In fact, our provincial city also has quite a few places that grow it.
When I was young, I went to my eldest uncle’s daughter’s wedding.
Her in-law’s place had no forests, just one pond after another.
Sitting in a big truck, there were reedbeds taller than a person on both sides of the road, and then…”
Little Asheng immediately picked up the story: “Fish were flying overhead, and there was a white fog blanketing both sides of the road.
That’s a scene I’ll never forget in my life and the first time I ever ate rice.”
Old Mrs.
Song often recounted this tale, and Little Asheng knew it like the back of his hand.
Song Yunuan laughed heartily and hugged the old lady: “Grandma, when our family has money in the future, I’ll take you to travel the world.”
Old Mrs.
Song didn’t take her seriously, but she was very moved nevertheless.
Before returning to the village, Song Yunuan used the meat ration coupon that Song Ting had given her to buy two pounds of meat from the grocery store.
Old Mrs.
Song cured one pound, while Song Yunuan wanted dumplings stuffed with shepherd’s purse for the other pound.
Old Mrs.
Song grumbled, “We’ve just had buns, and it hasn’t been long since we had dumplings.
What kind of living is this?
Remember when the Charging King entered Beidu, he insisted on eating dumplings every day.
He ate them for forty-two consecutive days, which led to his downfall.
In fact, Heaven had planned for him to be emperor for forty-two years, but he squandered it all in one go.”
Song Yunuan blinked in surprise.
This was news to her.
Despite saying this, they still made dumplings for lunch.
After a full meal, Song Yunuan went to her aunt’s room, where countless handbags and head ornaments filled the room, the product of a week’s work by Old Mrs.
Song and her two daughters-in-law.
Having made so many handbags and head ornaments, there wasn’t much fabric left.
They couldn’t bear to use the nicer pieces, planning to save them for new clothes for Little Nuan and others during the New Year.
So, the room became a small storeroom.
Every time Old Mrs.
Song looked at it, she felt both uneasy and excited.
After thinking it through, Song Yunuan began to select some items, picking out a handbag and four head ornaments each for Sister Zhao, Sister Niu, Aunt Ji Xinyi, the driver’s wife, and others, to be brought to them when she went into town.
Once she had finished choosing, someone outside the courtyard called, “Grandma Song, this is Chu Zizhou.
Are you home?”
Song Yunuan glanced out the window and indeed, it was Chu Zizhou.
Old Mrs.
Song happily went to greet him and saw Chu Zizhou handing her a ticket, but Old Mrs.
Song insisted on giving him money in return.
After some back and forth, Chu Zizhou accepted it.
It turned out that Old Mrs.
Song had asked Chu Zizhou if there was a way to get a bicycle ticket.
If this were Beidu, getting one ticket, let alone ten, wouldn’t be a problem.
But this was the countryside, though he had Gu Huai’an.
So, Chu Zizhou decided to keep the twenty yuan carefully until he saw Gu Huai’an, to tell him that he, Gu Huai’an, had sold a bicycle ticket to Song Yunuan and made twenty yuan in total.
Song Yunuan had no idea the bicycle ticket had come about this way.
She decided to go to the county town that afternoon to deliver the handbags and head ornaments, and then take some head ornaments and handbags with her to see what the response would be.
Doing business, after all, is not easy.
In the afternoon during the big meeting, Song Yunuan didn’t see Gu Huai’an, but she recognized one of the vehicles; it was the one that had been with Gu Huai’an that morning.
It turned out the technicians from the Huaibei rice grain base had arrived.
Three major announcements were made.
Erdao River Village was going to build paddy fields and dikes.
Relief grain was on its way.
The Nanshan Cultural Arts Troupe would come to the countryside to perform for morale-boosting visits, and the first stop was Erdao River Village!
