Chapter 350 How much does it cost to run this bamboo weaving factory?
Huang Ying, who had not eaten any meat, was still crying.
Song Tingfeng was upset when she heard this, and raised the chopsticks in her hand towards her daughter, "You want to cry again? Are you itchy?"
Huang Ying was so frightened that she immediately suppressed her voice, lowered her head in aggrieved manner and started eating.
Seeing that her daughter was being honest, Song Tingfeng took back her chopsticks and continued eating. While eating, she looked at her husband and asked, "What did your dad and your sister do when they came home at noon?"
Huang Jianye swallowed the food in his mouth, "You almost forgot about this if you didn't ask me. Dad and the others want to set up a bamboo weaving factory..."
"Bamboo weaving factory? Where do they get the money to do this?"
"Who knows, he left without saying a few words."
Huang Jianye picked up a piece of meat nonchalantly and was about to stuff it into his mouth when he met his daughter Huang Ying's eager eyes. He hesitated and put the meat into his daughter's bowl.
Huang Ying burst into laughter and happily picked up the meat and put it in her mouth.
Seeing his daughter smiling, Huang Jianye breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to eat another piece of meat, but he met Song Tingfeng's cannibalistic eyes and quickly put the piece of meat into his bowl.
"Daughter-in-law, you have worked hard today, please eat more."
Song Tingfeng threw the meat back into his bowl angrily, "Eat yours, I've already eaten it during the day."
"Hey, thank you, wife, for your kindness."
Song Tingfeng ignored him and continued to ask Huang Zhiqiu about opening a bamboo weaving factory.
"You're so good, why did you think of opening a bamboo weaving factory? Your dad is really old. Why don't you enjoy a comfortable life? He's just messing around with it. He has that kind of money, so he might as well share it with everyone. Anyway,
Have a good year."
Huang Jianye swallowed the meat in his mouth, "From what Zhiqiu said, it seems that the idea of opening a factory was brought up by my niece."
Yun Mo sent things to Huang Zhiqiu every once in a while, including food, clothing, and everything, but Song Tingfeng was very upset.
Now they want to use money to set up a factory for Huang Zhiqiu. Song Tingfeng feels as uncomfortable as a cat scratching her. Even the rice in the bowl no longer tastes good.
"Did your sister tell you how much it cost to run this bamboo weaving factory?"
"I didn't say anything. I just asked if we wanted to do it together. I'll give her an answer as soon as possible."
Song Tingfeng squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "Let's not rush this matter now. I'll wait until I go to the countryside tomorrow to inquire about the situation."
"OK."
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When she finished writing the last word, Yun Mo's entire right arm was so sore that she could hardly lift it.
Frying snowflake cakes is very laborious, especially yesterday. I fried ten pots in a row. When I got up this morning, my arms were sore and sore. I wrote several thousand words of research and development reports from afternoon to night. Now the whole
Her shoulder and right hand no longer feel like her own.
Even holding the water glass, my hands were shaking.
Yun Mo took a small cup of spiritual spring water from the space and drank it slowly in small sips.
After drinking the spirit spring water, the soreness and numbness in her arms gradually eased, but they were still sore and unbearable. This made Yunmo extremely nostalgic for electronic devices such as mobile phones and computers in her previous life.
In fact, there are already laser printers in this era, but the four-digit price is prohibitive.
It's not that she can't afford it, but it's not necessary. After all, she doesn't need it very often.
"Knock knock."
After resting for a while, there was a knock on the door. Yun Mo was too lazy to move, so she turned around and shouted "Come in".
Lingchuan placed the hot milk in front of her as usual, and his dark eyes fell on her kneading arms.
"Daughter-in-law, do your hands feel uncomfortable?"
"Well, it's a little sore."
"I have medicinal wine over there. I'll bring it and rub it for you."
If you rub it with medicinal wine, wouldn't that mean you have to take off your clothes and expose your arms?
It's not that Yun Mo is embarrassed, it's okay to show her arms. It's just that it's such a cold day and there's no heating in the room. It makes her feel cold just thinking about it.
But my shoulders and arms are really uncomfortable. If it is not relieved in time, it will affect the final exam in a few days.
Lingchuan had already guessed something from her frown, "Daughter-in-law, the charcoal at home hasn't been used up yet. I'll light a brazier to stop the cold."
"Yeah, you go ahead." Yun Mo nodded hurriedly.
In order to make it easier to knead the medicinal wine, Yun Mo found a sleeveless summer pajamas from the closet.
Although there was already a brazier burning in the room, the heating power was limited after all, and the temperature in the room was only a few degrees higher than outside. As the tops were taken off one by one, goosebumps quickly appeared on the skin.
Yun Mo tremblingly picked up her pajamas and was about to put them on when the door behind her was suddenly pushed open.
She reflexively covered her chest with her clothes.
Seeing her changing clothes, Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and exited the room the next second.
"Daughter-in-law, I'll come in later..."
Looking at the door being closed again, Yun Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
After being so frightened, I didn't feel so cold anymore.
She neatly put on her pajamas, put on a woolen sweater vest, and finally wrapped herself in a thick cotton coat.
Looking at her blushing cheeks in the mirror, Yun Mo comforted herself silently, it was okay, she was wearing underwear, not naked.
After finishing her mental preparation, Yun Mo went to reopen the door.
Lingchuan was standing outside the door, with his back to the door, tall and straight like a poplar tree on a winter night.
Hearing the noise, Lingchuan turned around and looked at her with a nervous expression.
"Daughter-in-law, I didn't mean it just now..."
The heat that had gone down on Yun Mo's face suddenly came back up again.
She pretended to be calm and asked: "Didn't you mean to light the brazier?"
There was a hint of guilt on Lingchuan's face, "We ran out of charcoal. Maybe my eldest brother used it to warm the fire in the house, but I have already boiled water and will fill a hot water bottle for you later, okay?"
"Oh, is the water boiling?"
"Come on, I just wanted to come in and get a hot water bottle from you, but I forgot to knock on the door. Wife, I will definitely remember to knock on the door in the future..."
Yun Mo was not actually angry over such a trivial matter, but seeing the man's nervous and serious look, she could only nod with a sullen face.
"Um."
There was a fire pot at his feet and a warm hot water bottle in his arms. It was not as cold as Yun Mo imagined.
Lingchuan first heated his palms on the brazier, then poured some medicinal wine into his palms and rubbed them vigorously.
The air soon emitted a strong smell of medicinal wine, which was a bit pungent, but acceptable.
"Daughter-in-law, shall I start?"
"Um."
As soon as she responded, she felt the man's broad palm touching the skin of her arm.
The first feeling was a bit comfortable. I don't know whether it was because of the medicinal wine or because the man's palms were already hot. The slightly hot heat penetrated through the skin into the underlying muscles, which greatly relieved the soreness and discomfort of the muscles.
"Daughter-in-law, the medicinal wine needs to be rubbed to be effective. It hurts a bit, please bear with it."
"Well, ah——"
The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made Yunmo burst into tears, "You call this a bit painful?"
"Does it hurt?"
Yun Mo stared at him with tears in her eyes, "What do you think!"