Everyone flocked to it. This job didn't require brute strength, and many young girls and physically weak housewives spoke louder because they could earn more money than the men who were the breadwinners of their families.

Chunhua was her sister-in-law, and they got along well. Zhao Sufang had taken good care of her at the factory.

Because of her skillful hands, Chunhua was assigned to the technical position of making soup, which pays her three yuan more per month than the regular positions.

However, there's a limit to how many positions you can fill; once you're in, no one else can.

Chunhua's position greatly aroused jealousy among some people.

Out of respect for Li Jin and Zhao Sufang, no one openly tried to trip them up; however, they still subtly isolated them and verbally harassed them.

"Third Aunt, what happened to that thing you said about your niece-in-law from your maternal family wanting to remarry?"

This is a young woman in her early twenties. Her husband's family also has the surname Li, but they are not related to Li Xiangdong's family by five degrees of kinship, so they are not considered to be from the same clan.

The third aunt she was referring to was Hao Yulan, Li Tang's wife.

Hao Yulan glanced uncomfortably at Chunhua beside her. Don't talk about shortness in front of a short person. It's obvious that Chunhua's sister-in-law is a widow who remarried. Xiao Cui'er has such a loud voice, saying this to Chunhua. Isn't this just making veiled accusations?

Hao Yulan was a little annoyed again. Xiao Cui was angry that Chunhua had taken her sister-in-law's position and was using her as a pawn.

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong'? In the new China, women have freedom of marriage."

Caught off guard by Hao Yulan's retort, Xiao Cui'er was momentarily speechless. After a moment's thought, she sneered, "Of course there's freedom, but it still requires a proper marriage! It's disgusting that she's already flirting with others right after her husband's death!"

As he spoke, he spat on the ground with a "Pui!" sound.

Chunhua trembled with anger. Although she and Li Song were already married, there had been a lot of gossip lately about their premarital affair.

Before she could speak, her sister-in-law, Zhao Sufang, shouted angrily, "Xiao Cui'er! This is a cannery! A food factory! The things they make are for other people to eat!"

"You're not wearing a hat or mask, and you're spitting on the ground? Have you forgotten everything you were taught in training?"

"Go to work! Stop gossiping and making a scene! Go home now and don't come back tomorrow!"