Upon hearing this news, Qian Manman, Wang Zhenhua, and the others were all overjoyed.

"Really? That's wonderful! I just don't know if we can weave it well."

"Little brother, little brother, is there any for me?"

Wei Xiaomin also spoke up from the side. Wei Xiaohui, however, remained silent, but everyone believed that Wei Xiaohui's skills were flawless.

Wei Mo answered his older sister Wei Xiaomin's question from the side.

"Yes, yes, our family has them. As long as you're a member of our family, you get ten work points every day until the fishing net weaving is finished."

However, Wei's mother was a little worried, so she asked Wei Mo.

"Won't this make the villagers jealous?"

Wei Mo was taken aback by Wang Zhenhua's words, then quickly jogged back to the old man and the captain, and asked directly,

"Uncle Dazhuang, will the villagers agree? Won't they be jealous again? If so, I think we should forget about it."

Hearing Wei Mo say this, the old man standing to the side felt a surge of anger and spoke up.

“They wouldn’t dare! Last time, I didn’t say anything. Dazhuang, if that’s the case, then we’re not going to weave anymore. If you can’t resolve this, we don’t care about those work points. Find someone else!”

Li Dazhuang was also helpless. It was all caused by Wang Xinbo and her sisters and that group of women. Now even the old man was dissatisfied with him. He could only helplessly make a promise to Wei Mo and the old man.

"Uncle Yu, Xiao Weimo, don't worry. If they dare to cause trouble again, I'll make them all get lost."

The old man nodded after hearing the captain's words and said,

"That's more like it. You'd better step up as the battalion commander from now on!"

Wei Mo happily went to deliver the message again.

Seeing Wei Mo run over, Li Xiuxiu quickly picked him up.

"Slow down, be careful."

Wei Mo kissed Li Xiuxiu on the cheek.

"Thank you, Aunt Xiuxiu,"

After seeing this, Wang Zhenhua rolled his eyes and asked his son.

"Captain, what did he say?"

Wei Mo, like a little messenger, repeated the story in the tone of the captain.

Then Grandma Yu and the other female educated youths laughed. With such a guarantee, they could rest assured.

After resting for a while, Wei Mo began to teach everyone how to weave fishing nets. Actually, the technique of weaving fishing nets is not difficult, as long as you have enough rope.

Moreover, the fishing nets woven by Wei Mo have relatively large meshes, about three fingers' width, so the weaving speed is much faster.

Wei Xiaohui is the best knitter in the family, besides Wei Mo.

They learned exceptionally quickly. Apart from the old man, no one in the family wove fishing nets, since people from the village would often come to him for help.

The rest of the family members all gathered around, watching Wei Mo weave the fishing net.

After taking a few glances, I felt that weaving fishing nets was much simpler than weaving straw sandals, so I started weaving as well.

Wei Mo planned that after everyone had woven a fishing net, they would piece the nets together to form a large seine net.

However, he still needed to find some dry wood and stones to make floats and sinkers. After teaching his family, he went to find the old man and spoke to him.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I need some wood and stones to make a float and a sinker. I need your help."

The old man nodded, patted his grandson's head, and said...

"Don't worry, I'll go get you some dry timber in a bit. As for the rocks, there are plenty on the mountain. When I get back, I'll get you a cartload of those too. But the rest is up to you."

Wei Mo nodded. Now that he had carpentry skills, making the small wooden floats for the fishing nets was no problem at all.

As for the small stones below, I have the skills to do that myself. With the support of a carpenter, processing some small stones is not a problem.

And so, the old man went out again to help Wei Mo find these things, while Wei Mo watched his family members weave fishing nets.

He looked for any mistakes they made and then carefully explained them. As night approached, the old man brought back a cartload of dry wood and two cartloads of stones, waiting for Wei Mo to process them.

Time flew by, and the family members became more skilled at weaving fishing nets. Wei Mo had already prepared the small dry wood blocks and the small stone weights below them.

All that's left is to assemble the fishing nets. As the family members weave the nets piece by piece, Wei Mo joins them together.

Then, with the addition of sinkers and floats, the entire fishing net grew longer and longer, now reaching at least 100 meters, but Wei Mo was still not satisfied.

Although the river isn't that long, a strong net is needed to catch these fish.

The weather is already quite cold, and it has snowed several times, but none of the snowfalls have been particularly heavy.

Wei Mo bought a lot of cotton and fabric from his spatial storage and gave them to his mother and Li Xiuxiu.

As for the excuse, let Wei's mother come up with it herself.

The next day, Wei Ma stopped weaving fishing nets and, together with Grandma Wang and four other female educated youths, began making new cotton-padded clothes for the family.

Grandma Wang was pleasantly surprised to see the cotton and fabric and immediately asked about them.

"Zhenhua's daughter, where did she come from?"

Wang Zhenhua had already prepared an excuse, and then shifted the blame onto Wei Guo.

“Godmother, this was sent back by Weiguo. He saved up for me for a long time over there to get these things. He exchanged all the money he earned over the past few months for cotton and cloth.”

Upon hearing this, Grandma Wang immediately became anxious.

"Oh dear, you should have said so earlier if you could get it with money! Your old man and I have saved up a lot!"

The other female educated youths were a little embarrassed, looking at all that cotton and cloth, it was obvious that some of it was prepared for them.

Li Wangzhenhua noticed the awkwardness of the others and said to them,

"Girls, we're all family. Let's not talk about 'yours' or 'mine.' This year, I'll make a thicker cotton coat for each of you. We'll talk about other things after you marry into good families."

These words made Qian Manman, Yu Juan, and Wang Ling blush with embarrassment. Qian Manman spoke up.

"Sister Wang, you're bringing up these things again. Humph, I'm ignoring you."

Qian Manman, dressed as a young girl, is holding cotton and starting to make cotton clothes. In this era, almost all girls are good at this, it's just that their families don't have any.

Watching Grandma Wang's movements, the others carefully observed and learned from her.

It will probably take a few days, since we don't have a sewing machine at home yet.

The next day, it suddenly started snowing heavily.

Wei Xiaomin got up early and, after seeing the heavy snow covering the yard, ran to Wei Mo, who was still sleeping.

"Little brother, little brother, wake up! It's snowing so much outside, there's such a thick layer of snow. Let's go build a snowman!"

Children in Northeast China don't have much to do, but they find joy in the snow during winter.

As Wei Mo regained consciousness, he heard his sister calling from outside, but then he saw the white steamed bun in front of him, and his heart was torn.

In the end, he still ate the white steamed bun. Li Xiuxiu, who was standing to the side, found it amusing and patted Wei Mo on the back, saying to him,

"Get up quickly, your sister wants you to go build a snowman."

"My little brother is so embarrassing! He's so old and still eating like that! So shameful!"