Early in the morning, Huang Kailin and his daughter Huang Zhiqiu went to the second son Huang Jianguo who lived in the same village.
Huang Zhiqiu also brought two rice dumpling boxes made by Huang Kailin, and planned to mail them to the post office when he went to town.
There was not much farm work in winter. When the father and daughter arrived at Huang Jianguo, Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang were still sleeping in bed.
Being woken up by the father and daughter, the couple still complained a little.
"Dad, what's the matter? I have to come here so early."
Huang Kailin also disliked the laziness of the second couple. He stood by the window and frowned, urging, "Get dressed quickly and come out. I have something to tell you."
"Dad, what's going on?"
Looking at the second child who was yawning profusely, Huang Kailin frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.
"Did you go out to be a thief at night? It's been three hours a day and you still can't wake up?"
Huang Jianguo smiled and said, "I played a few cards with Lao Wu and the others from the next village last night, and I accidentally ended up being late."
Huang Kailin glared at him angrily, "Stop fooling around with those people. If you have nothing to do, go find a part-time worker in the town, or come to the house to help make rice sieves!"
When it comes to bamboo weaving, Huang Jianguo's face is filled with disgust and displeasure.
"It's so cold that my hands are frozen. I've worked so hard to make it but can't sell it. I might as well sleep at home."
Unlike the eldest brother Huang Jianjun, the second eldest son Huang Jianguo and the third eldest son Huang Jianye have always looked down upon Huang Kailin's bamboo weaving skills, saying that it was time-consuming, laborious and not profitable.
In fact, it is understandable that in the entire Shili Township, almost every household is engaged in bamboo weaving. The supply exceeds the demand and bamboo weaving cannot be sold at a high price.
Therefore, many people would rather go out to work than continue to be stuck in the pit of bamboo weaving.
Afraid that Huang Kailin would really detain him to make rice sieves, Huang Jianguo quickly changed the subject, "Dad, what's the matter with you coming here so early in the morning?"
Huang Kailin turned to signal to his daughter, "Zhiqiu, please tell your second brother."
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Huang Zhiqiu nodded and turned to look at Huang Jianguo, "Second brother, please call your second sister-in-law over and let's listen together."
Peng Fang was making breakfast in the kitchen. When she was called out, she looked reluctant, "What's the big deal? There's still rice cooking in my pot."
After Peng Fang sat down, Huang Zhiqiu continued, "Second brother, second sister-in-law, my eldest brother and I are planning to set up a bamboo weaving factory. We are still short of funds. I want to see if you have any intention to work together."
"What? Set up a bamboo weaving factory?"
Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang both had incredible expressions on their faces.
In the couple's opinion, bamboo weaving is not as practical as farming.
After all, there is a harvest after planting the land, which can fill the stomach, but if the bamboo weaving cannot be sold, there is nothing you can do. After all, bamboo weaving cannot be used as food.
"Why do you want to start a bamboo weaving factory? Dad, you walk around the streets every day selling bamboo weaving. How much money can you make in a day?
And Zhiqiu, if you really want to make money, why not go to the town or find a factory to work in the city, where you can earn a steady salary of twenty or thirty yuan a month, which is not much better than making bamboo weaving?"
As he spoke, Peng Fang looked Zhiqiu up and down with a strange expression on his face.
"How about I help you find an in-law to marry? Even though you are not young, you don't look old and you have never been married before. There is still someone who won't dislike you."
What Peng Fang said was not pleasant.
But over the years, Huang Zhiqiu had heard countless uglier words than this, and he had long been at peace with these gossips.
But Huang Zhiqiu doesn't mind, which doesn't mean Huang Kailin doesn't mind either.
He glared at his second daughter-in-law with a shameless expression, "We are talking about setting up a factory, what are you doing talking about other things?"
"Dad, Peng Fang didn't say anything wrong. Even Yun Mo is married. It's time for Zhi Qiu to make plans as soon as possible. She won't end up being an old lady at home for the rest of her life, right?"
Peng Fang followed her husband's words and said, "Zhiqiu, we are also doing this for your own good. This woman always needs a man to rely on.
It just so happened that my mother-in-law had a good candidate who worked as a chef in a big hotel in the city. His monthly salary plus bonuses should cost several dozen yuan.
That's right, he has been married twice and has two sons and one daughter. Although it is difficult to be a stepmother, you are so old, so I may not be able to give birth to you, right?"
Just listening to the first two sentences, it seems that he is really planning for Huang Zhiqiu, his sister-in-law, but in fact, Huang Zhiqiu has heard about the man Peng Fang is talking about.
That man was nearly a round older than Huang Zhiqiu. Forget it, he had a powerful old woman in his family.
The man's first wife was tortured to death by an evil mother-in-law.
On a hot day, my daughter-in-law, who was five or six months pregnant, had to go to work in the fields under the scorching sun. Later she fainted from heat stroke, and the child was lost. The adult also passed away due to hemorrhage.
The second daughter-in-law was a strong one and fought to the death with her evil mother-in-law, which ended in divorce.
What's the difference between Peng Fang introducing her to her husband's family and pushing her off the hot bed?
Huang Zhiqiu, despite his gentle temper, also became a little angry, "Isn't the second sister-in-law's maiden sister now a widow? You should keep such a good person and introduce it to your natal sister, I can't bear it."
Seeing Huang Zhiqiu's lack of appreciation, Peng Fang immediately became angry.
"Although my sister is widowed, she is only in her early 30s. How old are you? And you got pregnant out of wedlock. In ancient times, this would have been like a pig's nest! How can you compare with my sister?"
These words made Huang Kailin very angry, and the eyes he looked at his second daughter-in-law seemed to be able to spit out sparks.
"Are you done yet? Did Zhiqiu provoke you, or did she eat your rice? Her mother and I are not dead yet! There is no need for you to meddle in others' affairs!"
After receiving a lot of scolding, Peng Fang curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Okay, just pamper her. When you are gone, I want to see who else can pamper her like this in the rest of my life."
Huang Zhiqiu replied without mercy, "Second sister-in-law, don't worry, I have hands and feet, I don't need to rely on others to support me."
After saying that, without giving the couple a chance to reply, they directly brought the off-topic topic back.
"Second brother and sister-in-law, my father and I came here just to open a factory. If you are willing to work together, you can get the money together as soon as possible in the next two days, and then the shares will be allocated according to the quota. If you are not willing, my eldest brother and I will also
Don’t force me, just come over and say it.”
Although Huang Jianguo and his wife were not interested in or optimistic about setting up a bamboo weaving factory, they still couldn't help but ask a few questions.
"Zhiqiu, how much money do you need to invest in setting up this factory?"
"Factory buildings, equipment, materials, and workers all cost tens of thousands of yuan in the initial stage."
Ten thousand yuan!
The couple was so shocked that their eyes nearly popped out.
Based on the current per capita income level in Lu'an Town, one would have to work hard for 40 years to barely save 10,000 yuan.
"Ten thousand yuan to start a bamboo weaving factory? You are crazy!"
"Zhiqiu, where did you get so much money?" Compared to her husband's incomprehension, Peng Fang was more concerned about where the Huang family got so much money.