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

  Chapter 387 Woke up by the sound of a man peeing

  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 can still say that she should. After all, Huang Yao has been raised 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.

   Touching her conscience, she deserves her daughter's filial piety and care for her.

  This kind of feeling is like, others planted saplings hard, cared for them until they grew up, and finally produced sweet fruits, but she was picked by someone who didn't pay anything.

  —

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

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

   "Daughter-in-law, haven't you slept yet?"

   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 alcohol gifts brought by his 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.

  Hearing what his wife said about the good cigarettes and wine, his eyes lit up.

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

you do not say.

  Peng Fang's heart is as if soaked in an old sauerkraut jar, it is so sour.

  If I had known earlier, 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 gave her husband a blank look, "Do you think I don't want it? Your parents are staring at me like thieves, as if they wanted 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 Xiaowen is admitted to university and has great prospects in the future, you are afraid that you will not have good wine to drink."

   "Hey, isn't it still early? Even if Xiao Wenming passed the exam smoothly, it will take several years to graduate."

  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 niece 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!"

  —

  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 suddenly reacted, 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 a 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."

  Yunmo 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 some places, and I want to ask you for advice."

  Yun Mo took the textbook and explained in detail the knowledge points that Huang Qingning didn't understand.

  —

   "Mom, great aunt."

  Seeing Ling Chuan coming into the kitchen, Huang Zhiqiu quickly 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."

  Looking at 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 finished."

  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 am used to eating."

  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 for a walk in the yard."

"it is good."

  Ling Chuan stood in the yard for a while, 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."

  Learning that there are still bamboos to be carried 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 as not to damage the good clothes by the branches.

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

  Ling Chuan couldn't do this, so he had to stand aside and watch.

  Huang Kailin deserves to be 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.

  Front, repeated, every time scraping, the surface of bamboo strips will be scraped off a layer of bamboo chips thinner than 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, can you see if this is thin enough?"

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

   “Let’s make a sample first, and then come up with ideas later.”

"Fine."

  (end of this chapter)