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

  Chapter 432 It's been three years, and I haven't even laid half an egg!

  Huang Jianguo sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed a melon seed and licked it up, pointing at the melon seed candy he bought while he was licking it.

   "What about these things?"

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

  Peng Fang loves eating melon seeds the most. Seeing her husband eating them vigorously, she couldn't help but grab a handful.

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

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

"No need to save, I have a use for the 200 yuan. Leave 50 yuan for Xiaowen as living expenses, and the rest for Xiaozhao, as a fare for him, and buy something for Huang Yao's mother. I don't want the child to be tied to a wolf. It’s a money tree, 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 of it. I cleaned it up."

  Speaking, Peng Fang felt a little emotional, "If I had known that she had the fortune she is now, I would have acted lightly."

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  The recruitment of the bamboo weaving factory was even hotter than Yunmo imagined. Until the New Year's Eve, people still came 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, and various benefits, 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 is 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 the travel expenses, 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.

  The three brothers of the Yang family, two brothers separated and went out, and only Yang Jiayong lived with the two elders.

   After eating, Yang Jiayong went out to find someone to play cards, Yang's mother and Yang's father also went out for entertainment, and Huang Qinghe was busy at home alone.

  Aunts and aunts in the countryside are talking about how much money their family earned this year, who married a new wife, who had a new baby, and so on.

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

  The eldest is a bricklayer 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.

  Yang Jiayong is not as good as his two elder brothers, but he can still earn a lot of money by working outside every year.

  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 not usually at home, but this time she is busy with other things, so you can come out to hide and relax. Now it is not easy to find such a diligent daughter-in-law."

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

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

   Someone persuaded Yang's mother to think about it, "It's also about fate to have a child. If fate doesn't come, you won't be able to conceive for a few years. When fate comes, it's 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 did you 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 fried black?"

  Huang Qinghe quickly explained: "The fire in the stove was too big just now. I didn't have time to catch it, and 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 full 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 might have rushed in long ago.

   "Customs clearance is difficult to solve housework. We gave them the things first. If you have anything to say, we will talk slowly when the cousin comes home."

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

  Yunmo reached out and knocked on the door.

   "Who!"

  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?"

  Huang Qingning is still young, has a straightforward temper, and has a very aggressive tone. It doesn't seem like he is coming to give gifts, but it seems that he is coming 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 over, 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."

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

  (end of this chapter)