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

the next day.

Early in the morning, Huang Kailin and his daughter Huang Zhiqiu went to see Huang Jianguo, the second child who lives in the same village.

Huang Zhiqiu also took the two rice dumpling boxes made by Huang Kailin with him, and when he planned to go to town, he went to the post office to mail them.

There was not much farm work in winter. When the father and daughter arrived at Huang Jianguo, Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang were still sleeping in bed.

Waking up by the father and daughter, the couple complained a little.

"Dad, what's the matter, you have to come here so early."

Huang Kailin also disliked the laziness of the second and second couple, standing by the window frowning and urging, "Hurry up and get dressed, I have something to tell you."

"Dad, what's the matter?"

Looking at the yawning second child, Huang Kailin frowned so much that he could kill a fly.

"Did you go to be a thief at night? It's already high in the sun and you still can't sleep?"

Huang Jianguo smiled, "Last night, I played a few cards with Lao Wu from the next village. If I'm not careful, it will be too late."

Huang Kailin glared angrily, "Stop fooling around with those people, if you have nothing to do, go to town and find a part-time job, or come home and help weave rice sieves!"

When it comes to bamboo weaving, Huang Jianguo's face is full of disgust and displeasure.

"It's so cold, my hands are numb from the cold, and I can't sell it after all the hard work. I might as well sleep at home."

Unlike the eldest Huang Jianjun, the second eldest Huang Jianguo and the third Huang Jianye have always looked down on Huang Kailin's bamboo weaving skills, thinking that it takes time and effort and does not make money.

In fact, it is also understandable that almost every household in Shili Township is engaged in bamboo weaving. The supply exceeds demand, and bamboo weaving cannot be sold at all.

Therefore, many people would rather go out to work than continue to be stuck in the pit of bamboo weaving.

Fearing that Huang Kailin would really arrest him to make rice sieves, Huang Jianguo quickly changed the subject, "Dad, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Huang Kailin turned his head to signal his daughter, "Zhiqiu, tell your second brother about it."

"it is good."

Huang Zhiqiu nodded, turned to look at Huang Jianguo, "Second Brother, call Second Sister-in-law over, let's listen together."

Peng Fang was making breakfast in the kitchen, and when she was called out, she looked reluctant, "What's the big deal, I'm still cooking in the pot."

After Peng Fang sat down, Huang Zhiqiu continued, "Second Brother, Second Sister-in-law, my eldest brother and I are planning to set up a bamboo weaving factory, and we are still short of funds. I want to see if you have any intention to do it together."

"What? Set up a bamboo weaving factory?"

Both Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang were full of disbelief.

From the couple's point of view, farming is not as practical as doing bamboo weaving.

After planting the land, there is a harvest, which can fill the stomach, but if the bamboo weaving cannot be sold, there is no way at all, after all, the bamboo weaving cannot be eaten as food.

"Why do you want to start a bamboo weaving factory? Dad, you sell bamboo weaving in the streets and alleys every day. How much money can you sell in a day?

And Zhiqiu, if you really want to make money, you might as well find a factory in the town or city, and earn a steady salary of 20 to 30 yuan a month, not much better than you doing bamboo weaving? "

While talking, Peng Fang looked Zhiqiu up and down, and his face became strange.

"How about I help you find a husband's family to marry? Although you are not young, but you don't look old, and you have never been married, there are still people who will not dislike you."

Peng Fang's words were not pleasant.

But in these years, Huang Zhiqiu has heard a lot of things that are worse than this, and he has long been at peace with these gossips.

But just because Huang Zhiqiu doesn't mind, doesn't mean Huang Kailin doesn't mind either.

He stared at his second daughter-in-law with a bad face, "You're talking about setting up a factory, what are you talking about?"

"Dad, Peng Fang didn't say anything wrong. Even Yunmo is married, so Zhiqiu should make plans as soon as possible, so she won't be an old sister-in-law at home forever, right?"

Peng Fang followed her husband's words, "Zhiqiu, we are also doing it for your own good, this woman always wants to find a man to rely on.

Coincidentally, my natal family has a good candidate, who works as a chef in a big restaurant in the city, with a monthly salary plus bonuses and so on, there must be tens of dollars.

That is, he has been married twice and has two sons and one daughter. Although it is hard to be a stepmother, but you are so old, you may not be able to give birth to you, right? "

Just listening to the first two sentences, it seems that they are really planning for Huang Zhiqiu, a sister-in-law, but in fact, Huang Zhiqiu has heard about the man Peng Fang mentioned.

That man's age was almost a round older than Huang Zhiqiu's, so that's fine, he also had a powerful old lady in his family.

The man's first daughter-in-law was rubbed to death by the wicked mother-in-law.

On a very hot day, the daughter-in-law who was five or six months pregnant was forced to work in the field under the scorching sun. Later, she passed out due to heat stroke, not to mention the loss of the child, and the adult also died due to heavy bleeding.

The second daughter-in-law was a strong one, fighting to the death with the wicked mother-in-law, and finally ended in divorce.

What is the difference between Peng Fang introducing such an in-law's family to her and pushing her off the kang?

Even the soft-tempered Huang Zhiqiu was a bit angry, "Isn't the second sister-in-law's natal sister a widow? Such a good person, you should save it and introduce it to your natal sister. I'm not lucky enough to bear it."

Seeing that Huang Zhiqiu didn't appreciate it, Peng Fang was immediately annoyed.

"Although my sister is a widow, she is only in her early 30s. How old are you? And you are still pregnant before marriage. In ancient times, this would have been soaked in a pig cage! What do you compare with my sister?"

These words made Huang Kailin very angry, looking at the eyes of the second daughter-in-law seemed to be able to spew out sparks.

"Are you finished? Did Zhiqiu provoke you, or did she eat your rice? Her mother and I are not dead yet! You don't need to meddle in your own business!"

After being scolded, Peng Fang curled her lips unconvinced, "Well, you can spoil her. When you are gone, I want to see who else can pamper her like this in the rest of my life."

Huang Zhiqiu replied neither soft nor hard, "Second sister-in-law, don't worry, I have hands and feet, and I don't need to rely on others to support me."

After finishing speaking, he didn't give the couple a chance to talk back, and directly brought back the topic of going off the rails.

"Second brother and second sister-in-law, my father and I came here to open a factory. If you are willing to do it together, you can collect the money as soon as possible in the next two days, and then distribute the shares according to the quota. If you don't want to, my eldest brother and I will do the same. Don’t force it, just come and say it.”

Although Huang Jianguo and his wife were neither interested nor optimistic about setting up a bamboo weaving factory, they still couldn't help asking a few questions.

"Zhiqiu, how much will you invest in this factory?"

"The factory building, equipment, materials and workers, etc., must cost tens of thousands of yuan in the early stage."

Ten thousand yuan!

The couple's eyes nearly popped out of shock.

With the current per capita income level of Lu'an Town, it would take 40 years without food or drink to barely save 10,000 yuan.

"Use ten thousand to set up a bamboo weaving factory? You are crazy!"

"Zhiqiu, where did you get so much money?" Compared to her husband's incomprehension, Peng Fang was more concerned about where the Huang family got so much money.