After a month of preparation, two large factories that accommodated 6,000 people were built in full swing. If it went well, they could be built in at most half a year and put into use by the end of the year.

The silver was spent like flowing water. Mangye looked at the empty box of money and sighed quietly: "It's so easy to spend money. No wonder people are never satisfied and try their best to make more money."

Obviously, from the beginning, she wanted to have a career and make some money to make life easier. As a result, she unknowingly became more ambitions and tried to make this career bigger and stronger, and even passed it on to her juniors as her ancestral property, making herself busier than a dog.

I didn't enjoy it much when I had too much money, but I became a slave to it. It was quite terrible to think about it this way.

Zheng Lin, who was washing her feet, naturally didn't know her wife's imagination and said casually: "Most people enjoy the process of making money. The more you make money, the less you earn is just the result."

Sang Ye felt a little moved: "What you said seems to make sense. Every time I hear some young wife say that since I worked for me, my status at home has risen sharply, and I feel very happy and fulfilled."

In a society where men are superior to women, if a woman wants to gain the right to speak in her husband's house, she must first have a belly that can give birth or a son's belly. The second is to look at her parents' family. If her parents' family is tough enough, women will have much better life in her husband's house.

However, it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on external forces. Once a woman has the confidence to live well after leaving her man and leave her in-laws' family, then some constraints will automatically lose their effect. In this era, only a few women who rely on their own abilities.

Zheng Lin stayed in an environment where men were superior to women since childhood, and did not understand his wife's unique sense of accomplishment, but it did not prevent him from understanding his wife. He smiled and said, "Isn't it great if I have earned money and feel comfortable in my heart?"

As he said that, he suddenly sighed and said with a bit of discouragement: "With a capable wife as much as you, it seems useless to be a husband, and he is almost a soft-hearted person in the eyes of others."

Sang Ye laughed when he heard this, and his prank suddenly arose. He raised the man's chin with his index finger and raised his eyebrows, "Since that's the case, why don't you serve me well, otherwise you will be spared!"

Zheng Lin has always been indulging her. Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face. He followed her and played with her: "I wonder how my wife wants to serve her husband? How can she sleep with her every day?"

After saying that, one hand slowly moved up her smooth calf, and started to the sensitive area of ​​her, kneading it from time to time, with the right force.

"Oh!" As soon as he rubbed Zhang Teng's place, he felt extremely comfortable in an instant. Sang Ye couldn't help but scream, with an extremely enjoyable expression: "Well, it's okay, then I'll leave you for the time being."

"Yeah" happened to rub Zhang Teng's place, and it was extremely comfortable in an instant. Sang Ye couldn't help but scream, with an extremely enjoyable expression: "Well, it's okay, then I'll leave you for the time being."

Kneading his wife's smooth skin, Zheng Lin, who had been abstinent for a long time, had already felt anger. He was screaming softly and charmingly, and his boiling blood rushed to a certain place, but he couldn't even close it.

He quickly grabbed the veil beside him and wiped the water droplets on Mangye's legs and feet. Before Mangye reacted, he picked up the person and placed it on the bed. His tall and burly body pressed up on him, murmured in her ear: "I am sure that my husband will live up to my expectations!"

Then, a scorching kiss fell fiercely on her lips.

She clearly felt her tall belly against the man's body, and Sang Ye's old face turned red and shameful, and she was faintly expecting. She couldn't get angry when she was kissed, and finally grabbed a trace of consciousness and said in a trembling voice: "No, no, the child can't resist tossing!"

The child is about to come out in less than two months. At this time, no matter how much she wants to be gentle, she still needs to control her.
Chapter completed!