Chapter 111 Trampling Her in the Mud



Without further ado, the fabric was easy to find. Aunt Luo took some scraps of fabric from the scraps and cut them into the size that Jiang Ning needed.

The fabric used for making trademarks must be sturdy cotton, not easily deformed, and durable.

Aunt Luo made a hundred strips of cloth and handed them to Lin Chen, eagerly anticipating the finished product.

Lin Chen took the fabric to the printing factory alone.

There was no one guarding the entrance. Once inside, it was obvious that the courtyard was full of fallen leaves and had not been swept, showing signs of desolation and decay.

Upon arriving at the printing workshop, he met Shen Bo, the printing worker he had worked with before.

"Uncle Chen, why is the factory so deserted?" Lin Chen asked, puzzled.

Shen Bo looked worried. "A large printing factory has been built in the county town. They have taken over all the business. Our small printing factory only has a little over a hundred people. Those with connections and abilities have all transferred to the big factory."

Those of us who are incompetent are left struggling to stay afloat; we can't even pay salaries anymore!

Lin Chen took out the fabric and showed it to him: "Can you do the job of printing things on strips of fabric?"

Shen Bo's brows relaxed: "Take it. As long as it brings in money, don't worry about the job! Otherwise, we really won't be able to survive. Nobody above cares about us, so we can only rely on ourselves."

They can't exactly march in front of the government building like everyone else!

Lin Chen was very happy, but he didn't know if they had any ink that could be printed on cloth.

After hearing his request, Shen Bo said that water-resistant ink could be purchased, but the cost would be a bit higher.

In short, printing words on cloth strips like this is very expensive in terms of both materials and labor.

Lin Chen hadn't expected the cost to be so high, and he was starting to have second thoughts.

Shen Bo chuckled as he took the cloth. "Don't be nervous. Anyway, all of us are idle, so can labor costs still be considered?"

You only have a hundred strips of cloth. Give me ten yuan, and I'll make it for you. It's no big deal.

Lin Chen thanked him profusely, saying, "I'll definitely come back to you if I need any work in the future."

He went in the morning and came back in the afternoon with the printed strips of cloth.

Jiang Ning was surprised by his speed.

"The printing factory I went to last time was about to go out of business and had no work, so Uncle Chen helped me get some jobs," Lin Chen explained.

Jiang Ning sighed. "Isn't it said that the government is responsible for all businesses these days? How can they still go bankrupt?"

Sure enough, some small factories couldn't withstand the test of the market. As soon as a new factory was built, the old factory immediately went out of business.

They don't understand how to transform their businesses, and they never know how to go out and attract business. They just coast along and wait to die.

Once the trademark was returned, Wang Xiufen sewed a small strip of cloth onto the right side seam of the newly made garment, so she no longer had to worry about anyone deliberately causing trouble.

Yu Meili, on the other hand, was anything but quiet. Her clothes were hanging at the door like flags, and she refused to let Aunt Luo take them down, even when Luo Tiegang angrily told her to.

As long as Luo Tiegang dared to go, she would lie on the ground and throw a tantrum, spewing vulgarities:

"You bastard, you're not only not trying to seek justice for me, but you're also going against me. You're trying to kill me!"

"If none of you will help me, I might as well just bang my head against the wall and die."

Li Ying next door was picking vegetables in her garden when she looked up and saw Li Ying rolling around on the ground in the yard. She clicked her tongue inwardly.

"I really don't know if Luo Tiegang was blind to have married such a shrew!"

Does Luo Tiegang, who was sitting on the doorstep smoking, not regret it?

Ten years ago, if he hadn't accidentally dug into Yu Meili's foot with his hoe while repairing the river embankment, and she hadn't become entangled with it, would he have been able to bring her back?

I wasn't much better before; I was lazy and greedy, but I wasn't as unreasonable as I am now!

He turned a blind eye to what she did; it wasn't that he didn't know.

Just then, Tiger came back from outside, covered in mud and with his hair full of weeds, looking disheveled.

Seeing him like this, Yu Meili was furious and yelled at him:

"Where have you been? Your clothes are so dirty, I have to wash them. Nobody gives me a moment's peace."

Tiger, afraid of being beaten by his father, timidly said:

“I saw Xiaolong playing by the pond and thought I would help him, but we both ended up rolling into the field.”

What was originally a very ordinary matter between children turned into a huge uproar for Yu Meili, who jumped up and down, raising her voice considerably.

"Why are you hanging out with that idiot Xiaolong again? Didn't I tell you not to play with that moron? I'll beat you to death today!"

As she spoke, she took off her slippers and was about to hit him.

How could Tiger obediently take the beating? He slithered around the yard, dodging the soles of the shoes, exhausting Yu Meili like a dog.

Hearing her say that about her son, Li Ying became increasingly angry. She climbed over the vegetable garden fence, grabbed Yu Meili's head, and gave her a good beating.

"You idiot, how dare you talk bad about my son behind his back! If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm not Li Ying!"

In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce fight.

Luo Tiegang was dumbfounded. How did things turn out like this?

I wanted to mediate the fight, but I gave up in the end. Yu Meili caused the trouble herself, so she has to sort it out herself!

The feud between these two has been going on for a long time; they exchange insults every now and then, so a fight was inevitable.

Yu Meili got tired from chasing her son and then started fighting with Li Ying. Because she was exhausted, she eventually lost.

Li Ying grabbed her hair, pinned her to the ground, and said menacingly:

"Will you dare to talk about my son again in the future?"

Yu Meili begged for mercy: "I won't dare to do it again, I'll never dare to do it again!"

What he was really thinking was that he would never openly curse again; he would resort to underhanded tactics.

Li Ying got up with satisfaction, like a victorious general. She straightened her clothes and hair, then took the clothes hanging on the bamboo pole and trod them into the nearby fields.

Each strike was powerful and resounding, as if it were stomping Yu Meili into the mud.

Yu Meili trembled as she looked at her fierce expression.

Why?

Everyone can trample on her!

She was furious, but Luo Tiegang, sitting on the threshold, watched her being bullied without moving an inch.

Her mother-in-law didn't offer to help her either.

Realizing she was completely isolated and helpless, she roared at Luo Tiegang:

"I've seen through you. You're just a spineless coward. I want a divorce and to leave this place that hurts me."

As she spoke, she went inside to pack her things.

The last time she went back to her parents' home, Luo Tiegang managed to salvage the situation.

This time, even if he tries to persuade him to stay, he won't get a chance.

Unexpectedly, after she walked twenty meters out of the yard with her suitcase, Luo Tiegang was still sitting on the threshold in the same position, without trying to stop her.

She was utterly desperate, turned away in anguish, and walked away without looking back.

Tiger watched his mother leave, but instead of being sad, he comforted his father.

"Dad, hurry up and cook, I'm starving."

Aunt Luo also felt a sense of relief, knowing she could finally have some peace and quiet for a while.

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