Song Yunuan thought, her younger brother had two yuan in his hand.
Well, that wasn't too little.
In an era where many prices were in cents or tenths of yuan, purchasing power was quite strong.
Song Yunuan took Song Mingsheng to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Meanwhile, Third Child Xia got off the train with Chu Zizhou.
Standing in front of the Nanshan train station, Third Child Xia looked disdainfully at the decrepit and desolate scenery of the nearby and distant small county town, his mouth curling in contempt.
What a backwater.
He had called Du Zhenhai in advance, and now, he should be coming to pick him up.
Why is there still no sign of him?
Chu Zizhou, of course, was unaware of the relationship between Third Child Xia and the Song family, and his jeep was parked right at the station.
It wasn't exactly a rush to get home.
But suddenly, he felt a hint of responsibility.
