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

Huang Jianguo sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the melon seeds and licked them up, pointing at the melon seed candies he bought while he was licking.

"What about these things?"

"What to do, let's keep it for ourselves!"

Peng Fang loves cracking melon seeds the most. Seeing her husband cracking so hard, she couldn't help but grab a handful.

For a while, melon seeds were flying all over the house.

"Then I'll deposit the 200 yuan back into the passbook tomorrow? It's not safe to put so much money at home after Chinese New Year."

"There's no need to save it. I have a use for the 200 yuan. Leave 50 yuan for Xiaowen's living expenses, and the rest for Xiaozhao as a bus fare, and buy something for Huang Yao's mother. I don't want the child to be tied to a wolf. It’s a cash cow, we’ll climb whatever we say.”

Huang Jianguo nodded again and again, "You're right, ask Xiao Zhao to bring some bacon, Huang Yao will definitely like it."

"That's right. Huang Yao was craving bacon when she was a child. Once, she came to our house and ate half a bowl. I made a good meal of it."

As she said that, Peng Fang felt a little emotional, "If I had known that she had such good fortune, I would have acted more lightly."

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The recruitment in the bamboo weaving factory was even hotter than Yunmo imagined, until the New Year's Eve, there were still people coming to apply for jobs.

It is mainly due to the salary and benefits formulated by Yunmo.

In this era when food and clothing are problems, food and housing are included, fixed wages plus piece wages plus bonuses, as well as various benefits, and being close to home, are very attractive to rural people who want to earn money.

In previous years, everyone got together during the Chinese New Year, discussing how much money their family earned and where they would go to work next year.

In the past few days, everyone was discussing the bamboo weaving factory run by the Huang family.

Huang Qinghe also mentioned this matter to her husband Yang Jiayong while the iron was hot, but Yang Jiayong rejected it.

Yang Jiayong worked as a bed cutter in a garment factory. This is a technical job. The salary is much higher than that of sewing, ironing and packaging. It took him several years to become a skilled bed cutter.

In the past two years, the momentum of the garment industry has been very good. Those garment factory bosses in Zhejiang Province are robbing workers like crazy. Last year, several garment factory bosses poached him, and their wages were as high as 40 a month.

The salary in the bamboo weaving factory sounds okay, but what is the use of learning bamboo weaving?

Huang Qinghe is different from Yang Jiayong, she is just an ordinary sewing worker, her salary is 30 yuan a month, plus travel expenses and so on, she can save 20 yuan a month, which is not bad.

If you enter a bamboo weaving factory, as long as you work hard, you can save at least 25 yuan a month.

But Yang Jiayong didn't want to enter the bamboo weaving factory, and she didn't want to be separated from her husband, so she was in a dilemma for a while.

Today is New Year's Eve, after lunch, Huang Qinghe tied her apron and began to fry meatballs, glutinous rice cakes, and tofu.

Of the three brothers of the Yang family, two brothers separated and left, and only Yang Jiayong lived with the two elders.

After Yang Jiayong had dinner, he went out to find someone to play cards. Yang's mother and Yang's father also went out to entertain themselves, and Huang Qinghe was busy at home alone.

The aunts and aunts in the countryside are talking about how much money they have earned this year, who has married a new wife, who has a new baby, and so on.

The Yang family is in the village, and the economic conditions are relatively good.

The eldest is a mason and built a brick house several years ago. The second is a carpenter and built a small bungalow last year. The third is Yang Jiayong.

Compared with his two elder brothers, Yang Jiayong is a bit worse, but he can earn a lot of money every year by working outside.

No one in the village does not envy Mother Yang.

"It's your luck. The eldest and the second will invite the two of you to eat at home during the holidays, and they will give you money to spend. The third can do it too. The young couple will go out to work and earn hundreds of dollars a year. With so many people in the village, you are the luckiest."

"No, although your youngest daughter-in-law is usually not at home, but this time she is busy with other things. Let you come out to hide and relax. Now it is not easy to find such a diligent daughter-in-law."

When mentioning the eldest and second daughter, Yang's mother was quite happy, but when the third daughter-in-law was mentioned, Yang's mother's face collapsed.

"Hard work is useless. It's been three years, and I haven't laid half an egg! Look at the wife of the Liu family, she came in half a year later than the one in my family, and she has a second one in her stomach!"

Someone persuaded Yang's mother to think about it, "The birth of a child also depends on fate. If the fate does not come, you will not be able to conceive for a few years. When the fate comes, it is common to have two in three years and three in five years."

Someone gave Yang's mother an idea, "Why don't you take your family to Niutou Village to pay homage to Mrs. Ma? Are you pregnant with your second?"

Mother Yang's mind was about to move, "Is it really so effective?"

"What are you doing to lie to you? Many people have paid homage to you."

"Then I'll take her to see it tomorrow."

Mother Yang went into the kitchen when she got home, and when she saw the things on the stove, her face was stretched longer than a horse.

"Why are these meatballs blackened?"

Huang Qinghe quickly explained: "The fire in the stove was too big just now, I didn't have time to catch it, some of them were burnt."

Mother of Yang's eyes gouged out towards Huang Qinghe like a knife.

"Tell me what's the use of you. You can't do such a small thing well. I raise a few chickens and they know how to lay eggs every day. What about you? You have been married to our Yang family for three years. You don't even have a fart. I really don't know what's wrong with me, marrying such a useless thing like you..."

Yunmo didn't expect that when her New Year's Eve came to deliver something, what she heard was Huang Qinghe being so insulted by her mother-in-law.

Huang Qingning gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes gleaming with anger, if she hadn't been pulled by Yunmo, she would have rushed in long ago.

"It's difficult to clear the housework. We gave them the things first. If we have anything to say, we can talk slowly when the cousin comes home."

Under Yunmo's soft comfort, Huang Qingning's mood slowly calmed down.

Yunmo reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who is it!"

Mother Yang opened the door angrily, and when she saw Yun Mo and Huang Qingning outside the door, her expression changed 180 degrees to reveal a smile.

"It's Qingning, come in and sit down."

"My mother asked me to bring you something."

"Yo, Qingning, are you eating gunpowder?"

After all, Huang Qingning was still young, with a straightforward temper and a very aggressive tone. It didn't seem like he came to give gifts, but rather came to collect debts.

It's Chinese New Year, and Yunmo doesn't want to get stiff anymore, so she took over the conversation and explained: "Ma'am, when we came here, we were frightened by a barking dog, and Qingning hasn't recovered yet."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yang's mother to respond, Yun Mo handed over the things in her and Huang Qingning's hands.

"There is half a braised goose, some meatballs and tofu fruit, and another bag is peanut candy, which we made ourselves. I'll bring it here for you to try."

Yang's mother picked up the things with a smile on her face, "Oh, my parents-in-law and mother-in-law are open-minded, and I think about our family when I get any good things. Qingning, thank your parents and them for me."