On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

"Mom, come in and say something."

Yang Xinghua sat side by side on the bed with her, looked at the design drawing in her hand and sighed, "We are all very happy that Momo is so promising, but it's a pity that I can't be by your side.

Zhiqiu, your father and I don't seem to have many years to live, what will you do alone in the future, when I think of this, my heart feels heavy and uncomfortable. "

As she spoke, Yang Xinghua lowered her head and wiped her tears.

Yang Xinghua is 65 years old this year, her hair is almost gray, but she still has to worry about her daughter, Huang Zhiqiu feels uncomfortable.

Now that her daughter is married, it's time for her to let go of the people and things in the past.

Huang Zhiqiu let out a soft breath, "Mom, when I finish the list that Momo found, I will definitely think about it, okay?"

For so many years, her daughter has never let go of her mouth, but today she suddenly let go, Yang Xinghua was inevitably pleasantly surprised.

"real?"

"Well, really. Mom, I didn't think about it before, because I was afraid of wronging Xiaoyao. Now that Xiaoyao has returned to her biological parents, and Momo has a home, I have nothing to worry about. If there is a suitable candidate, I would also like to start a new family with him."

Yang Xinghua wept with joy and held her daughter's hand, "Okay, okay, then I'll let people pay attention first, if there is a suitable one, you can see it first, if it's okay, then let it go, if not, forget it."

Huang Zhiqiu hesitated, "Okay."

After a while, Huang Kailin, Huang Jianjun and his son came back dragging a few old and fine moso bamboos.

After that, the family began to divide the work.

Huang Kailin scraped off the protruding bamboo joints with a knife, and Huang Jianjun cut off the head and tail of the bamboo with a saw, leaving only a round and symmetrical section in the middle, so that the woven bamboo is the most durable.

Liu Zhi and Huang Zhiqiu went to the firewood room to pick up some straw and wheat oranges, preparing to finish the bamboo shoots later.

Fresh bamboo has a lot of water, which is easy to rot and deform. It also breeds bacteria and microorganisms, leading to mildew and insects. Finishing is to use natural drying or baking to remove the water and humidity in fresh bamboo, so that it can be stored for a longer time. .

Both Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun are good at weaving bamboo, and in less than half an hour, they processed a few bamboos into strips of even width and thinness.

Liu Zhi, Huang Zhiqiu and Yang Xinghua put the bamboo strips with bamboo fragrance on the fire for roasting.

Wait until the turquoise on the surface of the bamboo strips is baked to yellow-green, and then put them in a ventilated place to dry to dissipate the smell of fire in the bamboo strips.

It takes at least 24 hours to dry, but everyone can't stay idle, so they found some unused bamboo strips at home and started to practice.

In the entire Huang family, Huang Kailin is the most experienced at bamboo weaving, and he has already woven a three-layer rice dumpling box before evening.

Seeing that Huang Kailin had finished weaving, the others put down their work one after another and gathered around.

"It's still my father's craftsmanship. This weaving is exactly the same as the picture drawn by Momo."

Huang Kailin sat on the side with a big horse and a golden knife, his face was not without pride, "I followed your grand master to cut bamboo in the mountains when I was 7 years old, started weaving straw mats when I was 8 years old, and I was able to be independent when I was 10 years old. If I can’t even make it up, then I’ve been living in vain for decades.”

Huang Jianjun chuckled, "That's right, Dad, you are the pillar of our family."

Huang Kailin gave his son a blank look, but the smile on his face couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Huang Zhiqiu took the rice dumpling box from his eldest brother, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly with his slender eyebrows.

Everyone was laughing, but she was the only one who was preoccupied, Huang Jianjun couldn't help but wonder.

"Zhiqiu, what do you think of the rice dumpling box Dad made?"

"Of course Dad's craftsmanship is good, that's..."

Huang Zhiqiu looked up at his family, "Momo helped us with a big order, a total of 10,000 pieces will be shipped, and Dad can't do it alone."

Hearing this, the Huang family woke up one after another.

After the opening, a large number of laborers in the village flocked to the city to make a living. There are not ten bamboo weavers as skilled as Huang Kailin in Shili Township.

With sufficient materials, it takes nearly 3 hours for a seasoned veteran like Huang Kailin to weave a rice dumpling box. Even if we weave from morning to night in a day, we can only weave up to 4 zongzi.

Even counting from now on, the delivery time is less than three months away. To complete the weaving of 10,000 rice dumpling boxes, at least nearly 30 veterans like Huang Kailin are needed, not counting bamboo chopping and scraping. Bamboo strips, the labor required for these processes.

"I made a rough estimate. Even including our own people, at least 40 workers must be hired. With so many people, the factory and food are a big problem."

After hearing Huang Zhiqiu's words, the whole family immediately fell into trouble.

Huang Jianjun said: "Why don't they make it up at home, and then bring it over for delivery."

"No, let them make it at home, the quality is difficult to guarantee. Take this bamboo strip as an example, the width, thickness and color must be consistent. If you let them make it at home, there will definitely be uneven thickness. The box does not meet the requirements, will you accept it or not?

Accept it, and there is no way to deliver it. If you don’t accept it, it will cause disputes and conflicts. Only by gathering people in one place can it be convenient for us to supervise and control quality. "

Huang Kailin nodded in agreement, "Zhiqiu is right, Momo finally helped us find such a way to make money, we can't embarrass her, we must complete it with quality and quantity."

Huang Jianjun couldn't help explaining: "To gather dozens of people in one place, at least a factory building as big as a production team's grain drying field is enough, and it is best to have two floors, and the upper floor is used for storage. Finished product, avoid mold and moisture."

Hearing her husband's words, Liu Zhi couldn't help but click her tongue, "My God, how much will that cost?"

Huang Zhiqiu: "You have to ask the village committee to approve the land first. If you don't have a place, it's useless even if you have money."

Liu Zhi: "Our factory can be regarded as generating income for the village. The village committee shouldn't be in trouble, right?"

Huang Jianjun: "It also depends on whom the income is generated for. If those people in the village committee are not good, can they control your life?"

For a while, everyone was a little discouraged, and the atmosphere suddenly became dull.

After a while, Huang Jianjun looked forward to Ai Ai's suggestion, "Dad, why don't we ask Momo for an idea? She has read a lot and has a wide range of knowledge. She must have more methods and connections than us."

Huang Kailin hesitated for a while, then looked up at his daughter, "Zhiqiu, why don't you call Momo and ask?"

Although he didn't want to cause trouble for his daughter in his heart, he couldn't think of any other way at the moment, so Huang Zhiqiu could only nod in agreement.

The next day, Huang Zhiqiu set off before dawn, worried that it would be unsafe for her to walk the mountain road alone, so Liu Zhi specially accompanied her.

It took almost 3 hours to walk on the 20-mile mountain road, and it was exactly 9:30 when we arrived in the town.