As soon as she heard that her third daughter-in-law wanted to have her own bacon, Yang Xinghua's face immediately sank, and she swished at her with the knife.
Huang Kailin put down what he was doing, picked up the bamboo cane that Yang Xinghua used to get up, stood up and looked at Song Tingfeng.
"You and Lao San don't want to do anything about the bamboo weaving factory. I won't force you to do it. If it's okay, you can go back."
"Dad, that bacon thing..."
Song Tingfeng was still licking her face and talking about bacon, but Huang Kailin suddenly turned his face and raised the bamboo stick in his hand to point at her.
"Are you leaving?"
Song Tingfeng was startled, her buttocks bounced as if there were needle pricks, and she hurriedly walked out, "Forget it if you don't want to borrow it, I'll leave first..."
When they saw Song Tingfeng coming out of it in a panic, Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang immediately went to greet her.
"Third brother and sister, are you leaving now?"
Song Tingfeng pretended to be calm and touched her hair, "Yes, I still have something to do at home. Okay, I won't tell you any more..."
Worried that Huang Kailin would chase her and beat her up, Song Tingfeng just wanted to leave quickly, but Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang held her back and refused to let her go.
"Third brother and sister, what do you and third brother mean by the fact that eldest brother and his friends are opening a bamboo weaving factory?"
"Our family is so poor that we can't even afford food. How can we have any spare money to build a bamboo weaving factory?"
After a few words of misfortune, Song Tingfeng asked Huang Jianguo and his wife what they were thinking, "What about your family, do you want to join us?"
Huang Jianguo shook his head repeatedly, "If we don't do it, we won't have any money. No, Peng Fang and I are planning to go out to work after the Chinese New Year."
Hearing that Huang Jianguo and his wife were going out to work, Song Tingfeng became interested and left in no hurry.
"Where are you going to work?"
"Go to Wenzhou."
“What to do in Wenzhou?”
"Enter the leather shoe factory. Our family, Xiao Zhao, is now making leather shoes in the leather shoe factory. He earns more than 30 or 40 yuan a month, and food and accommodation are included."
Song Tingfeng's eyes lit up, "How can a leather shoe factory earn so much?"
Peng Fang was a little proud, "That's not true. Especially during the end of the year, business is extremely good. The factory has so many orders that it can't be filled. Those who do it quickly can earn 50 or 60 yuan a month.
The boss will recruit a new group of workers next year, both experienced and experienced workers. Jianguo and I have already thought about it. We will go to Wenzhou after the Chinese New Year."
Mom, be a good boy. I have been working in the leather shoe factory for one month, while her husband has been working in the wine shop for two months.
Song Tingfeng's thoughts couldn't help but come alive.
She was about to ask a few more questions when the sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from behind her.
The three of them looked around and turned around. Who was Chen Bin?
"Sister-in-law Huang, are you ready to leave?" Chen Bin stopped in front of the three of them and asked with a smile.
"Okay, I'll leave now."
Song Tingfeng said something to Chen Bin, then turned to Huang Jianguo and his wife and said, "I'm going to leave now. I'll come see you another day when I have time."
"OK."
Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang originally came here to join in the fun and want to hear Song Tingfeng's views on the bamboo weaving factory. Now that Song Tingfeng's people have left, they have no choice but to go back home.
Not far from the village entrance, Chen Bin's motorcycle suddenly stopped on the road.
Song Tingfeng patted Chen Bin strangely, "Why did you stop?"
Chen Bin turned off the motorcycle, turned around and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Huang, what are you talking about? You can give me the fare first."
Song Tingfeng suddenly looked unhappy, "Why are you so anxious? It won't be the same if I wait until we get to town!"
"It's better to give it to you first, Sister-in-law Huang, so that you don't have to explain it clearly later."
"Hey, Chen Bin, what do you mean? Are you still afraid that I won't give you the fare? Can't I, Song Tingfeng, afford a few fares? Who are you looking down on!"
Facing Song Tingfeng's anger, Chen Bin still smiled happily.
"Sister-in-law Huang, I'm just a bastard. Don't argue with me. I always collect money when I drive a car. I have to pay you in the morning and in the evening, right? Just give it to me first so that I can feel at ease.
Okay?"
Song Tingfeng's eyes widened angrily, "Then what if I don't give it?"
"Sister-in-law Huang, this transaction is entirely voluntary. If you feel it's inappropriate, I won't force you, so get off the bus."
"Get off the car, get off the car, hum, I still don't believe it, I can't go back without you Chen Bin!"
Song Tingfeng got off the motorcycle angrily, and raised her leg to kick the wheel of the motorcycle in an angry manner. She didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. Chen Bin gently twisted the accelerator, and the motorcycle jumped forward two meters.
Song Tingfeng missed the kick and stumbled into the wheat field below the road.
Shili Township is a mountainous area with uneven terrain, and the village roads are terraced. The upper side of the terraced road is level with the ground, while the lower side is elevated.
The place where Chen Bin parked his motorcycle happened to be on the terraced road. The wheat field below was more than one meter high. Although the fall could not kill anyone, it still knocked Song Tingfeng to pieces.
Seeing Song Tingfeng fall into the wheat, Chen Bin secretly chuckled, but he shouted with concern: "Sister-in-law Huang, are you okay?"
Song Tingfeng got up from the wheat field, raised her head, and stared at Chen Bin with fire-like eyes.
"Chen, did you intentionally cause me to fall?"
Chen Bin explained with an innocent face, "Sister-in-law Huang, how could you? It was too cold, my hands were very stiff, and the accelerator of my car was relatively loose, so I accidentally added more gas. Then what, Sister-in-law Huang, since
You don’t have anything to do, so I’ll leave first, see you later.”
After saying that, without waiting for Song Tingfeng to respond, Chen Bin ran away on his motorcycle.
Song Tingfeng was angry and anxious, and wanted to call Chen Bin to pull her up, but unfortunately, Chen Bin drove too fast and disappeared in front of him.
Song Tingfeng could only take a detour from another place.
The small roads in the crop fields are narrow and steep. Song Tingfeng has lived in the town since she was a child. She is used to walking on flat roads. Walking on the small roads will kill her. In addition, she wears leather shoes. These days
The soles of the leather shoes were bare and not slippery at all. They were only about a hundred meters long, and she stumbled over a dozen times.
Fortunately, I wore thick clothes in winter and the soil in the ground was soft. It didn't hurt anyone if I fell, but I just covered myself with soil.
"Chen Bin, this son of a bitch who was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, when I see him again, I will curse him to death..."
After finally returning to the rural road, Song Tingfeng patted the dirt on her body and walked back cursing.
From Shili Township to the town, it takes at least two or three hours to walk on the 20-mile mountain road. Song Tingfeng couldn't bear the hardship. She planned to return to the village to find a new motorcycle.
The overall economic conditions of Shili Township are backward, and the number of people who have motorcycles at home can be counted on one hand.
There are about 40 households in Xiacun, and only two of them have motorcycles. One of them works out of town, and the other family has people at home, but the motorcycle is broken.
Song Tingfeng didn't give up and walked for half an hour to Shangcun to look for a motorcycle.
Shangcun is larger than Xiacun and has a larger population. There are more than 60 households. There are 5 households with motorcycles at home, including Chen Bin.
Unfortunately, the motorcycles of these five families all went out to do some work, and they had to come back at night.