Chapter 432 It's been three years, and I haven't laid half an egg!
Huang Jianguo sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them, while pointing at the melon seed candies he bought.
"What to do with these things?"
"What should we do? Let's keep it for ourselves!"
Peng Fang loved eating melon seeds the most. Seeing her husband eating them enthusiastically, she couldn't help but grab a lot of them.
Suddenly, melon seed peels were flying all over the house.
"Then I'll deposit the 200 yuan back into my bankbook tomorrow? It's the Chinese New Year, so it's not safe to keep so much money at home."
"No need to save, I have use for these 200 yuan. I will leave 50 yuan for Xiaowen for living expenses, and the rest for Xiaozhao to pay for his transportation, and then buy some things for Huang Yao's mother. I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, so the Yun family
It’s a money tree, we will climb it no matter what.”
Huang Jianguo nodded repeatedly, "You are right, let Xiao Zhao bring some bacon. Huang Yao will definitely like to eat it."
"It's true that Huang Yao was greedy for bacon the most when he was a child. One time he came to our house and ate half a bowl of it secretly. I took care of him."
As she said that, Peng Fang sighed, "If I had known she was as good as she is, I would have been gentler."
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Recruitment at the bamboo weaving factory was even hotter than Yunmo imagined. Until the New Year's Eve, people were still coming to apply for jobs.
This is mainly due to the salary and benefits formulated by Yunmo.
In this era when food and clothing are a problem, food and accommodation are included, fixed wages plus piece wages plus bonuses, as well as various benefits, and being close to home are very attractive to rural people who want to make money.
In previous years, everyone got together during the Chinese New Year and discussed how much money each family earned and where they would work next year.
In the past few days, everyone is talking about the bamboo weaving factory run by the Huang family.
Huang Qinghe also mentioned the matter to her husband Yang Jiayong while the iron was hot, but Yang Jiayong rejected it.
Yang Jiayong works as a cutting machine in a garment factory. This is a technical job and the salary is much higher than that of sewing, ironing and packaging. It took him several years to become a skilled cutting machine technician.
In the past two years, the momentum of the garment industry has been extremely good. The garment factory owners in Zhejiang Province are going crazy for workers. Last year, several garment factory owners poached him, and the wages were as high as RMB 40 a month.
The pay at the bamboo weaving factory sounds good, but what's the use of learning bamboo weaving?
Huang Qinghe is different from Yang Jiayong. She is just an ordinary sewing worker, and her monthly salary is 30 yuan. Taking into account travel expenses and other expenses, it is good to save 20 yuan a month.
If you enter a bamboo weaving factory, as long as you work harder, you can save at least 25 yuan a month.
But Yang Jiayong didn't want to join 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. As soon as he had lunch, Huang Qinghe put on his apron and started busy frying meatballs, glutinous rice cakes, and tofu fruits.
Of the three Yang brothers, two brothers have separated and moved out. Only Yang Jiayong lives with the two elders.
Yang Jiayong went out to play cards with someone after dinner. Yang's mother and Yang's father also went out to have fun. Huang Qinghe was the only one working at home.
The aunts and ladies in the countryside chatted through their teeth and talked about how much money their family had earned this year, who had a new wife, who had a new baby, and so on.
The Yang family is in a relatively good economic situation in the village.
The eldest son is a bricklayer and built a brick house several years ago. The second son is a carpenter and also built a small bungalow last year. The third son, Yang Jiayong, is left.
Compared with his two elder brothers, Yang Jiayong is a little behind, but he can still earn a lot of money every year by working outside.
Everyone in the village envied Mother Yang.
"It's better that your life is good. The eldest brother and the second brother invite you two to eat well at home during the holidays, and they are willing to give you money to spend. The third brother can also do the job. The younger couple goes to work outside and earns hundreds of dollars a year. Let's
With so many people in the village, you are the most blessed."
"No, although your little daughter-in-law is not at home usually, she is very busy when she comes back, leaving you to take a break. It is not easy to find such a hard-working wife now."
Mother Yang was quite happy when the eldest child was mentioned, but when the third daughter-in-law was mentioned, Mother Yang's face suddenly fell.
"Diligence is useless. It has been three years and I haven't even laid half an egg! Look at the Liu family's daughter-in-law. She came into the family half a year later than the one in my family. She already has a second child in her belly!"
Someone advised Yang's mother to be more open-minded, "Having children this time also depends on fate. If fate doesn't come, you won't be able to conceive for a few years. But if fate comes, it's normal 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 member to Niutou Village to pay homage to Mrs. Ma? It would be very helpful. The Liu family member went to pay homage to Madam Ma just two days after he married his wife. Don't you think they are all there now?"
Are you pregnant with your second child?”
Yang's mother was ready to think, "Is it really that effective?"
"Why are you lying to me? Many people have gone to worship me."
"Then I'll take her to have a look tomorrow."
When Mother Yang got home, she went into the kitchen. When she saw the things on the stove, her face suddenly stretched longer than a horse.
"Why are these meatballs so fried?"
Huang Qinghe quickly explained: "The fire in the stove was too strong just now. I didn't have time to fish them out, and some of them were burnt."
Mother Yang's eyes were like a knife gouging Huang Qinghe.
"Tell me, what's your use? You can't do such a small thing well. I raise a few chickens and they still know how to lay eggs every day. As for you, you have been married into our Yang family for three years and you don't even have a fart. Jiayong is also
I really don’t know what kind of bad luck I have, marrying such a useless thing like you..."
Yun Mo didn't expect that when she came to deliver something during the Chinese New Year, what she heard was that Huang Qinghe was so insulted by her mother-in-law.
Huang Qingning gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed with anger. If he hadn't been pulled by Yun Mo, he would have rushed in long ago.
"Customs clearance is difficult to deal with at home, so we gave them the things first. If we have anything to say, we'll talk about it later when my cousin comes home."
Mother Yang opened the door angrily, and when she saw Yun Mo and Huang Qingning outside the door, her face suddenly changed 180 degrees and she smiled.
"It's Qingning, come in and sit down."
"My mother asked me to bring you something."
"Hey, Qingning, are you taking gunpowder?"
After all, Huang Qingning is still young, has an outspoken temper, and speaks in a very aggressive tone. It doesn't look like he's coming to give gifts, but rather like he's coming to collect debts.
It was the Chinese New Year, and Yun Mo didn't want to get into trouble, so she took over the conversation and explained: "Auntie, when we came here, we were frightened by a barking vicious dog. Qing Ning has not recovered yet."
After saying that, 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, as well as some meatballs and tofu fruits. The other bag is peanut candy. We made it ourselves. Bring it over for you to try."
Mother Yang accepted the things with a smile on her face, "Oh, my parents-in-law and my mother-in-law are still open-minded. They think of our family for any good things. Qingning, thank your parents for me."