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

Song Tingfeng squinted at Peng Fang, the sister-in-law, and smiled, "I said, you are quite wicked, and that person named Lei is not a good person, let alone a full-fledged mess, there will be trouble in the future." The old lady who is serving you has three and a half children below, can you live a good life if you marry into such a family?"

Peng Fang retorted unconvinced, "But people can make money. For a chef in a big restaurant, you can get forty or fifty yuan a month."

"Then why don't you introduce your sister?"

"My sister is still young, so I can find a better one anyway."

"That's not necessarily true. Your sister is a few years younger than Huang Zhiqiu, but your sister is not good-looking, and her figure is like a short winter melon. If I were a man, I would rather find someone like Huang Zhiqiu."

What Song Tingfeng said was the truth, Peng Fang's girl was really a bit ugly, but no one likes to hear the truth.

Peng Fang immediately turned down at Song Tingfeng, "I have something to do at home, so I won't chat with you."

Unexpectedly, Song Tingfeng gave a cold face to Peng Fang's back, and then continued to walk quickly in the direction of Huang's house as if nothing had happened.

Huang Jianguo played cards with others until midnight last night, and he just woke up now, and was drinking a bowl of porridge under the eaves.

Seeing Peng Fang coming back from the outside angrily, he couldn't help but tease: "It's so early in the morning, where do you go to get back so full of leisure?"

Peng Fang spat out two pieces of melon seed skin angrily.

"Bah! What the hell, I don't even piss to take pictures of myself, I have a pockmarked face, I'm as thin as a monkey, and I have the nerve to think my sister is ugly."

"You've been talking for a long time, who is it?"

"It's not that Song Tingfeng, bah, Huanfeng, at most it's a wild pheasant! It's still shedding its hair!"

The porridge in Huang Jianguo's mouth almost didn't come out, "Fang, your mouth is really poisonous. If Song Tingfeng heard you scolding her for wild pheasant, she would probably be pissed to death."

"You deserve it!"

Huang Jianguo slurped a big mouthful of porridge, and asked her strangely, "Why did Song Tingfeng come to the countryside?"

"What else can I do? It's probably because of the bamboo weaving factory."

Huang Jianguo was very surprised when he heard this, "The third brother and the others don't want to set up a bamboo weaving factory with the eldest brother, do they?"

"How would I know!"

Huang Jianguo thought for a while, raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl, then put the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, and walked out of the gate.

Peng Fang was so angry that she cursed, "You who was stabbed, you threw the bowl on the ground after eating, do you think you are an animal in that circle?"

"Oh, why don't you pick it up, I'll go and have a look at Big Brother." Huang Jianguo replied without turning his head.

Hearing that her husband was going to Huang's house, Peng Fang swiftly put away the dishes and chopsticks on the floor to the kitchen, locked the door and followed.

At this end, Song Tingfeng has arrived at Huang's house.

Huang Jianjun and Huang Zhiqiu went to the city early in the morning, only Huang Kailin, Yang Xinghua, and Liu Zhi were at home.

Song Tingfeng picked up a zongzi box that had already been made, and looked at it over and over again, with a very disapproving expression.

"It doesn't look like much. There are still people who are willing to spend money to order 10,000 pieces. They can't be liars?"

Seeing that the Huang family didn't agree with her, Song Tingfeng looked around again, "Where are Big Brother and Zhiqiu? Why didn't you see them?"

Liu Zhi glanced at her, "They went to the city to do business."

"When did you go? What are you doing?"

Huang Kailin stopped what he was doing and looked up, "You came by yourself? Where's the third child?"

Song Tingfeng pulled up a bamboo chair and sat down, "Jianye is starting work, it's not going to be Chinese New Year, and the winery's business is so good that there are no people to leave, let me come and have a look first."

After a pause, he continued: "Brother and Zhiqiu have already discussed with me about setting up a bamboo weaving factory. Dad, I want to ask first, how much money are Brother and Zhiqiu going to spend to set up this factory? "

"Around 10,000 or so."

"Ten thousand!?"

Song Tingfeng's eyes almost popped out.

It's no wonder she was surprised. With the income level of Lu'an Town, a family with a three-digit savings is above the middle level.

The Huang family has always been in the middle and lower levels. With the strength of the whole family, they have to borrow a large amount of foreign debts to prepare for the marriage of the eldest grandson Huang Yu.

With such difficult conditions, it is necessary to spend 10,000 yuan to set up a broken bamboo weaving factory.

It's just a fool's dream!

"Dad, let's not talk about whether the bamboo weaving factory is worth running or not. Where did the elder brother and Zhiqiu get so much money? Let me start with the ugly words first. Jianye and Jinjin are also descendants of the Huang family. You can't compare them favorably. Give Big Brother and Zhiqiu money to set up factories, anyway, you have to give us as much as you give them, this is fair!"

Hearing that the third daughter-in-law never left the money, Huang Kailin felt a little annoyed.

"Thank you very much for looking up to me. If I can afford so much money, why would my family live in this dilapidated house?"

Song Tingfeng choked up, "Where did the eldest brother and Zhiqiu get the money to set up the factory?"

Liu Zhi glanced at Song Tingfeng indifferently, "The boss who ordered the rice dumpling box paid part of the payment in advance, and use this money to do it."

Song Tingfeng's eyes lit up when he heard that the boss who ordered the rice dumpling box had already paid part of the money.

"How much did the family pay?"

"Only five thousand was given, which is not far from setting up a factory, so I want to see if Jianguo and your family are interested."

Song Tingfeng clicked his tongue, "Five thousand is not enough to set up a factory? You guys are too wild-minded. Just start with a smaller place. It won't be too late to expand the scale when the business grows."

While saying this, Song Tingfeng was thinking in his mind, how to find an excuse to "borrow" some money from the five thousand payment.

Looking at Song Tingfeng's shrewd and calculating face, Liu Zhipi couldn't see that the other party was playing tricks.

"Third brothers and sisters, the owner's goods have a limited time limit. If they fail to deliver after the time, they will lose money. The space is rented too small and the workers cannot be accommodated. If the goods cannot be delivered by then, who will bear the responsibility?"

Song Tingfeng curled her lips, "Is that an exaggeration, the boss can still eat people if the delivery is a few days late?"

"The boss doesn't know how to eat people, so he just pays 10% of the payment for the delivery one day late."

"I will pay 10% for delivery one day late? Isn't this a scam!"

"Doing business should be done according to the contract regulations, otherwise why sign the contract?"

Song Tingfeng was originally not interested in running a bamboo weaving factory, but now she can't wait to keep her at a respectful distance, and she doesn't want to get involved no matter what.

"Dad, I've discussed it with Jianye, and we don't get involved in this business. First, Jianye and I haven't touched this for a long time, so we can't make it up well, so we don't have to delay your business;

Secondly, we really have no money on hand. Jianye has not received wages for two months. I haven't even marinated bacon this year, and I don't know what to do during the New Year. "

As he said that, Song Tingfeng changed the subject, "Dad, I heard that you have marinated a lot of bacon this year, why don't you share a few catties with me, I am too lazy to do it myself. For you guys."

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