Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Chapter 14: Chapter 14 I Still Want to Go to the Neighborhood Committee for Criticism and Education_1 Chapter 14: Chapter 14 I Still Want to Go to the Neighborhood Committee for Criticism and Education_1 Zhao Li had barely gotten the chance to exchange pleasantries when Song Yunuan dumped the dried vegetables from her cloth bag onto the chopping board outside Sister Zhao’s door.

As Zhao Li gazed at the pile of green, glowing string beans and the savory-smelling dried mushrooms, she knew such things were hard to come by these days unless one spent money to buy them from the countryside.

But with strict fines for being caught, no one dared to take the risk.

“Little Nuan, you’re being too polite,” she said.

“I’m at a loss for what to say.

Thank you.”

Song Yunuan chided, “Sister, don’t be so formal with me.

Otherwise, I won’t dare to come for steamed dumplings next time.”

Zhao Li was a straightforward person.

She invited the three siblings inside to talk and even offered to make them a drink of wheat and milk essence.

Song Yunuan said she needed to visit the chemical fertilizer factory and go see her uncle, so she didn’t have time today, but she would stop by to talk when she did.

As soon as Song Yunuan left, Song Mingbo said, “Little Nuan, are you sure you only met her today?”

Before Song Yunuan could speak, Asheng raised his hand, “Sister, it’s your first time coming into the city.

I vouch for that.”

Only then did he realize something.

He cried out, “Sis, are you really my sister?

You ate steamed dumplings without saving any for me…

waaah…”

Song Yunuan glared at him, “Didn’t you have your orange candy?

Mom can make steamed dumplings, but can she make orange candy?”

Little fatty Dun wiped away his tears and sniffled, “No.”

“I didn’t indulge in a single piece of orange candy!” Song Yunuan added with a sense of grievance.

Song Mingsheng hurried to console Song Yunuan, “Sister is the best; Asheng loves his sister the most.”

Song Mingbo smiled as he helped his sister mail the letter, and then the three siblings squatted in the sunny spot outside the post office, whispering to one another.

“Big brother, you know the situation at home.

The old divine doctor is in a private residence in the north of the city.

Let’s go find him for help, then you pretend to divine her daughter’s location, but don’t tell him just yet.

We’ll inform him after he’s seen Lin Zhiqing,” said Song Yunuan.

Song Mingbo blinked several times, paused for a few seconds, then asked, “So, where is his daughter?”

“Striving Hard Commune, Pear Tree Brigade!”

Song Mingbo: …

I don’t want to believe it, but my sister’s certainty leaves me no choice.

The Song family, could this be a pie falling from the sky?

No no no, it’s a little fairy!

The old divine doctor’s real name was Ji; everyone in the area called him Old Man Ji.

His hair was graying, his clothes worn and tattered.

Yet, he had an aura of dignity about him.

He was now a temp worker at the scrapyard, scouring the streets and collecting scrap, sometimes away from home for an entire month.

But today, he happened to be at home.

This was his rented yard, not large, but filled with neatly arranged scrap materials.

As he saw the three of them enter,

Old Man Ji spoke without looking up or opening his eyes, “I’m not selling any scrap here.”

Song Yunuan gave Song Mingbo a cue with her eyes.

Song Mingbo was a bit nervous and didn’t know how to begin.

Song Yunuan lowered her voice and said, “Grandfather, my older brother knows how to divine.

He has figured out where your daughter might be.”

Old Mr.

Ji’s hands, which were busy sorting scrap paper, stopped abruptly.

Slowly lifting his head, he even smiled and said, “If it’s true where you divined she is, I assure you, my word is my bond.”

Song Yunuan, puzzled, looked at Grandpa Ji.

My word is my bond—what did he mean by that?

“I have 5,000 yuan ready.

If it’s true, I assure you I won’t shortchange you a single fen.”

Song Yunuan caught on – oh, the old man had put out a reward.

This she had indeed not known.

She nudged her brother, “Hurry up and divine.”

Song Mingbo, however, was intently observing Grandpa Ji, and then he expressed his surprise with a curious “huh”.

The old man was born to either riches or nobility.

How had he ended up in such a state?

But that wasn’t what he wanted to say.

Following their earlier plan, Song Mingbo spoke, “Grandfather, your daughter has lost her memory.

She is currently at a certain brigade in a certain commune.

If you promise to go to the county hospital and treat someone’s leg, regardless of the outcome, we will tell you where your daughter is.”

A certain brigade in a certain commune?

Grandpa Ji looked displeasedly at the two youths.

Not studying properly and even taking your little brother out to scam people.

He held back his anger, stood up, and said, “Fine, wait here in the courtyard, I’ll be back shortly after I step out.”

Song Yunuan and Song Mingbo both became cheerful.

Grandpa is so nice, he agreed just like that.

But little did they expect, a few minutes later, the door was pushed open, and two community committee aunties arrived.

“Where are you kids from?

We need to find your parents, getting involved in feudal superstition at such a young age, this is unacceptable.”

Song Yunuan glanced at Old Mr.

Ji, who was fuming, and everything became clear to her.

“Come on, let’s go to the community committee, I need to properly educate you all.”

There was no room for argument now.

The three siblings walked out of Old Mr.

Ji’s courtyard with their heads drooping in dejection.

The community committee wasn’t far away, Song Yunuan looked around for a way to escape, and the next moment, her eyes widened in surprise.

What a coincidence!

[The car of that handsome young man!]

Gu Huai’an in the car was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head, only to see two community committee aunties escorting Song Yunuan, a teenager, and a child, standing by the wall to his right.

They were moving aside to give way to his car.

[Handsome young man, would you dare to get out of the car so I can take a look?]

Gu Huai’an’s expression darkened for a moment.

He looked straight ahead, pretending not to hear.

Shallow girl!

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Ten minutes later, the three siblings, who were attending an education and criticism session at the community committee, were fetched back by Old Mr.

Ji.

They didn’t see Gu Huai’an or his car.

Old Mr.

Ji thought back to what Huai’an had just said.

“I’ve had a brief encounter with that girl.”

“She seems to want your help for a Zhiqing from Beidu whose husband broke her leg.”

“In this vast world, all sorts of wonders exist, maybe they really do know the whereabouts of your daughter!”

Old Mr.

Ji locked the courtyard door.

He didn’t change his clothes, but he did sling a canvas bag over his shoulder.

Song Yunuan quickly expressed her gratitude.

Asheng licked his lips and whispered, “Brother, Sister, I still want to go to the community committee for criticism and education, is that okay?”

Everyone: …

The little guy was adorable, and during the session at the community committee, the aunties all felt sorry for him, criticizing his brother and sister for not doing anything proper.

And seeing the little guy looking uneasy, one of the aunties even made Asheng a cup of malted milk.

No wonder he was reluctant to leave.

Old Mr.

Ji’s expression, which had been gloomy, seemed to lighten up a bit.

He even patted Asheng on the head, saying, “Don’t follow the example of your brother and sister.”

Nanshan First People’s Hospital was not far from the north of the town, just about a twenty-minute drive away.

During the drive, Song Mingbo kept looking at Old Mr.

Ji, seeming to hesitate to speak.

“Speak your mind if you have something to say!” Old Mr.

Ji scolded.

Song Mingbo scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, “It’s nothing, I was just curious about the female disciple Grandpa Ji took on when you were young.

She must have had some sort of romantic connection with you, but it was abruptly severed, so strange…”

The next moment, Song Yunuan covered her mouth, shocked, as she watched her big brother being kicked into a spread-eagle position by the energetically powerful Old Mr.

Ji.

So, is this true or not?

Old Mr.

Ji walked ahead without glancing sideways, but his heart was churning like a turbulent sea.

This matter was unknown to the people of Nanshan County Town, not even to his close friends.

This brat has some nerve!