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

Hearing this, Huang Zhiqiu took the money.

"Mom and Dad, I will lend you the money, and I will return it to you when the bamboo weaving factory is up and running."

Yang Xinghua said angrily: "I don't care if I borrow it or not. If it wasn't for Momo, I wouldn't be able to keep my leg. I might lose my life."

Huang Zhiqiu was speechless.

If Huang Yao did this, she could still say that she deserved it. After all, Huang Yao was brought up by the Huang family for 18 years.

My dear daughter, Momo, has never eaten a bite of food from the Huang family since she was a child, nor has she enjoyed the love of her own mother.

Feeling the conscience, she is worthy of her daughter's filial piety and care for her.

This kind of feeling is like, someone else planted the sapling hard, took care of it until the sapling grew up, and finally produced a sweet fruit, but she was picked by someone who didn't pay anything.

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Huang Jianguo entered the house quietly, and when he saw the lights in the house, he felt strange and anxious.

Usually at this point, Peng Fang turned off the lights and went to sleep.

"Daughter-in-law, are you still asleep?"

After entering the room, Huang Jianguo smiled obsequiously towards Peng Fang who was on the bed.

To Huang Jianjun's great surprise, his wife did not lose her temper because of his late return, "I can't sleep."

"what is wrong?"

Peng Fang counted the cigarettes and wine gifts brought to the door by her nephew and son-in-law.

Huang Jianguo went out to play cards in the afternoon and has been playing until now, so he didn't know about the return of his niece and son-in-law to the village.

His eyes lit up when he heard what his wife said about the good cigarettes and good wine.

"Mother, be good, the people in this city are too generous. This time, they gave such a generous gift. Wouldn't they give more wedding gifts?"

you do not say.

Peng Fang's heart was soaked in the old sauerkraut jar, it was so sour.

If I had known, she would also have a daughter and find a son-in-law in the city. There is no need for her to worry about the marriage and tuition fees of the two sons!

"Daughter-in-law, there are so many good things, can't you get some back?"

Peng Fang rolled her eyes at her husband, "Do you think I don't want it? Your parents are staring at me like thieves, wanting to eat people. But..."

Peng Fang showed a bit of pride on her face, "Fortunately, my niece is a sensible master. She said that she will come to visit with her things in a few days. I thought about it, not to mention too much, I always have a bottle of wine and a cigarette. .”

Huang Jianguo rubbed his hands excitedly, "When the wine is brought, I must taste it. I have heard of Wuliangye wine a long time ago. It is said that only those big bosses who invite big leaders to dinner are willing to use this wine. gone."

"Look at your prospects. When we Xiaowen are admitted to university and have great prospects in the future, you are afraid that you will not have good wine to drink."

"Hehe, isn't it too early? Even if Xiao Wenming passed the exam smoothly, it will take several years before he graduates."

Peng Fang kicked her husband, "You don't go to play cards these days, and go to your parents' place more when you have free time, and build a good relationship with your nephew and son-in-law. Are you afraid that you won't have good cigarettes or good wine?"

"Listen to you, I'll go after breakfast tomorrow!"

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In the morning, Yunmo was woken up by the sound of rushing water.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Chuan standing in the corner with his tall and straight body facing away from her.

Yunmo was still confused, so she asked casually, "What are you doing standing there?"

As soon as she finished asking, she saw Ling Chuan's figure froze, and she also reacted suddenly, turned around immediately, and covered her face with the quilt.

What evil did she do, she was woken up early in the morning by the sound of a man peeing.

There was the sound of footsteps, followed by the rustling of clothes.

Yunmo pulled the quilt up to her chin, staring at the man with a pair of watery almond eyes.

Ling Chuan's ears were a little red, but his face was still calm, "It's still early, you go to bed later, I'll come up and call you when breakfast is ready."

Yun Mo tried her best to ignore the heat on her face, pretending to be natural and said: "You took the urinal and poured it out when you went down."

"Um."

Yunmo actually woke up too, but the bed was too warm, she really didn't want to get up, and couldn't sleep, so she simply fumbled for a book from the space to pass the time.

About ten minutes later, Huang Qingning's voice came from outside the door.

"Cousin? Are you awake?"

"Well, I'm awake."

Huang Qingning pushed open the door, saw her lying on the bed, and immediately stuck out her tongue.

"Cousin, you haven't gotten up yet, I'll come back later."

Seeing Huang Qingning holding a math textbook in his hand, Yun Mo waved at him, "It's okay, come in."

"I don't understand something, and I want to ask you for advice."

Yun Mo took the textbook and explained in detail the knowledge points that Huang Qingning did not understand.

—

"Mom, auntie."

Seeing Ling Chuan come into the kitchen, Huang Zhiqiu hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Xiao Ling, why don't you sleep more when you wake up so early?"

"I'm used to it, I can't sleep."

Seeing Huang Zhiqiu kneading the dough, Ling Chuan subconsciously said, "Mom, let me help you."

"No need." Huang Zhiqiu smiled, "Don't get your clothes dirty, this side is almost done."

Ling Chuan nodded.

Liu Zhi sat behind the stove and lit the fire. Seeing Ling Chuan's reticence, he took the initiative to start a conversation.

"I don't know if you are used to steaming corn buns this morning."

"I'm used to it."

Seeing that he was a bit cautious, Huang Zhiqiu said with a smile: "The cooking in the countryside is done with firewood, and the soot is relatively heavy. Go out and take a walk in the yard."

"it is good."

Ling Chuan stood in the yard for a while before the gate was opened, and Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun each carried a heavy bamboo still stained with dew and entered the gate.

"Xiao Ling, why do you get up so early?"

This question made Ling Chuan feel ashamed for a while, while catching the bamboo on Huang Kailin's shoulder, he replied, "It's getting late, Grandpa."

Knowing that there are still bamboos to carry back from the back mountain, Ling Chuan will go along with him no matter what.

Huang Kailin couldn't persuade him, so he had to ask the boss to find an old coat for him to change, so that the good clothes would not be damaged by the branches.

After the chopped bamboos were brought back, Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun got to work with machetes and saws.

Ling Chuan couldn't do this, so he could only stand aside and watch.

Huang Kailin is worthy of being a veteran craftsman, he split the round moso bamboo into thin bamboo strips without much effort.

After chopping the bamboo strips, Huang Kailin fastened the coarse cloth apron used for bamboo weaving, sat on the stool, put a wooden board on his knees, took a triangular knife, and pressed a bamboo strip on the wooden board with the triangular knife , Use the edge of the knife to scrape and grind the bamboo strips vigorously.

On the front, repeatedly, every time the scraping and grinding, the surface of the bamboo strip will be scraped off a layer of bamboo chips thinner than a piece of paper.

Once, twice, three times.

After dozens of times of scraping and grinding, the originally tough and thick bamboo strips become as soft and thin as paper.

Huang Kailin stopped his hands in satisfaction, and handed the scraped bamboo strips to Huang Jianjun.

"Boss, do you see if this is thin enough?"

Huang Jianjun took the bamboo strips and looked at them, "It's thin enough, but it's too soft. You have to be very careful when weaving it. If you break it, it will be useless."

"Let's make a sample first, and then think of other ideas later."

"Fine."