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

  Chapter 392 As long as you are mine

Yunmo thought for a while, and then said: "Mom, you can just look at Zhang Luo as a gift for uncle and aunt. I have no objection. Second uncle and third uncle will give me these things that I bought from the town today. , Other relatives, wait until the end of the year to see the situation, the most important thing right now is the bamboo weaving factory."

"it is good."

  After visiting the tool table for scraping bamboo threads, Huang Kailin showed Yunmo the new rice dumpling box he had made in the afternoon.

   "Momo, this is the rice dumpling box I made this afternoon, what do you think?"

  From the appearance, the new rice dumpling box is much more delicate and compact than the original one, and the weight in the hand is also much lighter, but Yunmo always feels that there is still something missing.

"Grandpa, I think the color of this rice dumpling box is too plain and monotonous. If the bamboo strips and bamboo threads are dyed, the original color and the dyed bamboo strips and bamboo threads are mixed together for weaving. Can some squares or simple plum blossom patterns be made?"

  Huang Kailin frowned and thought for a long time before saying, "I have to think about this."

  Huang Zhiqiu suddenly thought of something, "In the bamboo weaving book that Momo sent back before, I remember that there seemed to be an introduction on how to weave patterns on straw mats."

  Hearing this, Huang Kailin immediately said: "Zhiqiu, take the book down and let me have a look."

"Um."

  Huang Kailin is illiterate, but the bamboo weaving book is full of pictures and texts. With his skills of dozens of veteran bamboo weaving craftsmen, he can basically learn a lot by looking at the pictures.

  After studying the introduction to weaving patterns in the bamboo weaving book, Huang Kailin told Yun Mo excitedly, "Momo, I'll try to weave that square grid first."

  There is no dye at home, so I use the blue ink that Huang Qingning used when studying.

Mix a spoonful of blue ink with half a bowl of water, and then use a brush to evenly brush the mixed ink on the bamboo strips and bamboo threads. After brushing, bake it with fire, and the bamboo strips and bamboo threads will become green. blue.

  While the Huang family was busy dyeing bamboo strips and bamboo threads, Yunmo took out the paper and pen, and simply made a few pattern matching schemes for the rice dumpling box.

  She made a total of three designs, vertical stripes, horizontal stripes and plaid.

  After the joint selection of the Huang family, the grid pattern was finally selected.

   After dinner, Huang Kailin picked up the bamboo strips and started to try to make grid pattern bamboo weaving.

  Huang Jianjun was in charge of handing out bamboo strips of different colors, and Yunmo and Ling Chuan sat beside them and watched and studied.

  After more than a dozen repeated attempts, Huang Kailin finally made a beautiful plaid pattern.

   "Oh, don't even mention it, the pattern we made in this way is so beautiful!"

   Everyone in the Huang family was very excited when they saw the patterned bamboo weaving with off-white and blue-blue bamboo strips.

   "It's good-looking, but this bamboo strip is dyed with blue ink, can it work?"

Yunmo answered with a smile, "Blue ink is definitely not acceptable, not only blue ink, but also ordinary chemical dyes. The rice dumpling box is for food, and the dye must meet food safety standards. I will go to the city tomorrow to go to the city. Buy some edible safe colorants to dye bamboo strips."

  After hearing her words, the Huang family couldn't help but look at each other.

   "Momo, is the safe edible colorant you mentioned expensive?"

  “It’s definitely more expensive than ordinary dyes, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Food safety is a major issue, and there’s no room for confusion.”

  Huang Kailin nodded, "Momo is right. Doing business is the same as being a human being. I have to live up to my conscience and let me make black-hearted money against my conscience. I would rather not do this business."

  There are only two buses from the town to Anshi every day, at 8:30 in the morning and 1:30 in the afternoon. If you want to go back on the same day, you have to catch the morning bus and then take the afternoon bus back.

  Huang Kailin urged: "Momo, Xiaoling, it's getting late, you guys go back to your room and rest, you have to get up early tomorrow."

   "Grandpa, you guys go to bed early too."

  With the experience of last night, Yunmo and Ling Chuan are obviously much more comfortable with sharing the same bed.

  Ling Chuan first filled the warm water bag and put it under the bed, and then went downstairs to fetch hot water with the washbasin.

   "Xiao Ling."

  As soon as he reached the stairs, he was stopped by Huang Zhiqiu who came out of the house.

   "Mom, what do you want?"

  Huang Zhiqiu looked at the washbasin in Ling Chuan's hand, with a slight smile on his face, "Go down and fetch water first, come to my room after fetching water, I have something to say to you."

  Ling Chuan nodded quickly.

  After placing the washbasin, Ling Chuan took out the two red envelopes from last night from under the pillow, "Daughter-in-law, Mom asked me to go to her room. She has something to tell me, and I want to give the red envelopes to Mom by the way."

   "Oh, you go."

  After Ling Chuan went out, Yun Mo washed her face while thinking about what Huang Zhiqiu would say to Ling Chuan.

  In the next room.

   Seeing the two thick big red envelopes handed in front of him, Huang Zhiqiu's expression was obviously confused.

   "Xiao Ling, you are..."

"Mom, this is our rule in Jiang City. New sons-in-law and daughter-in-law always have to be obsessed with gift money. You were not there when Momo and I got married, and you haven't had time to come back with Momo to see you after we got married. Is it mine or not, this is my wish, you must accept it."

  Huang Zhiqiu quickly declined, "Xiao Ling, no need, we don't have such rules."

Ling Chuan forced the red envelope into Huang Zhiqiu's hands, "Mom, you can accept it, it's just a bride price. Also, do you want to have a homecoming banquet or something? When I married Momo, I didn't have good conditions. The wedding was held hastily, and you and grandpa couldn't attend, so I'm ashamed of Momo."

  Huang Zhiqiu thought for a while, "I have to discuss this matter with Momo's grandfather, Xiaoling, don't take the past too seriously, as long as you and Momo live well, it's better than anything else."

  Ling Chuan nodded solemnly, "Mom, I will take good care of Momo and do my best to take care of her for the rest of my life, I promise you."

  Hearing these words, Huang Zhiqiu couldn't help turning his eyes red, but there was a smile on his face.

   "Xiao Ling, I can see that you are a good boy with a sense of responsibility and responsibility. I am relieved to leave Momo to me."

  Huang Zhiqiu took out the red envelopes prepared in advance and put them in Ling Chuan's hands.

   "This is our rule. When a new son-in-law comes to his mother's house for the first time, he must be named a celebrity. This is also my wish to you and Momo. I hope that you will grow old with Hemeimei."

   "Thank you, Mom."

  When Ling Chuan came back to the room, Yunmo was already lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed and reading a book.

   "What did my mother tell you?"

  Ling Chuan half-knelt on the edge of the bed, and put the red envelope in front of her like offering a treasure, "Daughter-in-law, mom gave it to me."

  Yunmo picked up the red envelope, opened it, looked at it, then sealed the red envelope and returned it to the man.

  Ling Chuan didn't answer, "Daughter-in-law, take it."

   "Mom gave it to you, what should I do with it?"

   "What's mine is yours."

   "But mine isn't yours."

   "Well, as long as you are mine."

   "Who's yours!"

  Yunmo rolled her eyes at the man, but her cheeks became inexplicably hot.

  Looking at the beautiful face of his daughter-in-law, Ling Chuan felt confident and greedy because of what his mother-in-law said.

   "Momo, you are mine, my daughter-in-law for the rest of my life."

  Seeing the man getting closer and closer, Yunmo was inexplicably flustered, and quickly reached out to slap the man's face away.

   "Wash your face!"

   Second update~

  (end of this chapter)