After returning home, Song Yan opened the blueprints that Lao Zeng had given her.
This courtyard house is really big. Stop looking! Stop looking! We're not envious. We'll earn the money and buy one ourselves.
As for the belongings, Song Yan had no intention of digging them up. In a few years, when the policies improve, the yard will be returned, and the belongings will still belong to Old Zeng.
Song Yan looked at the pendant Lao Zeng had given her. It had a pattern on the bullet-shaped tip, with the words "Peace" on it. Song Yan weighed it in her hand; it was solid, an old brass color. If you didn't know it was gold, you'd really think it was bronze.
Old Zeng was truly traumatized. His own son had recognized a thief as his father, and his daughter had married the nephew of his enemy. His ex-wife was also quite ruthless. After so many years of marriage, even if they had severed ties, it shouldn't have come to this extent.
In the original novel, Li Yuanzhao mentioned that it seemed that Old Zeng had donated all his family property.
I wonder if his son and daughter would regret their actions if they knew that such a large sum of money had been donated.
Judging from what Old Zeng said, Su Lin should call her "Mom." She buried many good things. Gold that could be made into a wooden plank the size of—that's quite extravagant.
…
Song Yan didn't take what Lao Zeng said to heart, and she didn't want those things. She carefully kept the gold bullet; she wanted that.
Once Wei Ping and Wei An were asleep, they could sleep soundly until dawn. Song Yan kissed each of the two children on the cheek and then lay down to sleep.
With Lao Han's prescription in hand, Song Yan went to the county.
The first thing I did was to get medicine for Lao Liao and put it in my spatial storage.
When they arrived at the house that Boss Qin had prepared, they found it empty.
Last time, Boss Qin said they wanted coarse grains, so Song Yan instinctively didn't bring any this time. Instead, they brought out a large quantity of live rabbits, live fish, and live chickens.
Song Yan thought he'd take a stroll on the black market; how could Boss Qin not know that?
In a corner, there was someone selling piglets. The pigs were all raised by the production team, and there were no private sellers of piglets. Selling these piglets wasn't easy. Sure enough, Song Yan asked and was offered a very low price. The seller confidently assured him that the piglets had already been castrated and he could simply take them home and raise them.
Song Yan wanted all four piglets. She was in a good mood; now she would have pork to eat.
"Girl, you're such a straightforward person. Come on, have a seat at my place."
Song Yan had many things to do and didn't have time to dawdle. "Let's take a look at my goods this time!"
Boss Qin realized Song Yan was in a hurry to leave. He wasn't completely oblivious. He glanced at the goods in the yard; they were all high-quality items. "Sister," he said, "I can only give you the payment for the last batch first. To be honest, we haven't sold all the goods yet. I've scraped together all the money I have to cover the cost of the last shipment. Do you think you could…?"
Song Yan: "This isn't the first time we've dealt with each other. You can bring me along next time too."
"Hey girl, that's great! We've known each other for so long, what's your surname?" Boss Qin said.
"My name is Xiaomu!"...
There were a total of over seven tons of grain. Song Yan insisted on giving Qin Laoda a profit of five cents per pound of grain. Including other items, the total came to 6,905 yuan. At most, Song Yan would give Qin Laoda another batch of goods, and then he would stop soon.
…
Han Yu's mother lived in a detached bungalow with its own courtyard; you didn't need to knock to enter. Even when Song Yan knocked, no one inside could hear him. Before he even reached the door, he could hear arguing inside.
“It’s a son’s misfortune to have parents like you,” came Han Yu’s mother’s voice.
"We parents all want what's best for our sons. What daughter-in-law doesn't stay at her husband's house to rest during her pregnancy? Is your daughter so precious?" The woman's voice was shrill and sharp.
"You want your family to do what they did last time? You not only ruined a fully developed male fetus, but you almost got my daughter killed too. You're dreaming this time," Han Yu's mother said.
“I would never harm my son or my grandson. Han Yu was just overreacting and scared herself into miscarrying. I don’t blame her. I’ve let her have her way these past few years, living at her parents’ house. What? You want my Liu family’s grandson to be born in your house?”
Judging from her tone, she is Han Yu's mother-in-law.
“It hasn’t even harmed your son yet. Such a large sum of money, and your old man forced our son to embezzle it. My daughter loves her husband and was terrified! Unlike you, you old hag, who doesn’t care at all.”
He embezzled public funds, and the amount was substantial. No wonder Han Yu, who was so far along in her pregnancy, was so frightened that she miscarried.
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