Gu Keqing looked serious:
"Of course it's true. Doesn't the neighboring Cattle Brigade have a breeding farm? So what's the difference between us running a clothing workshop?"
"Yes, it's time for our brigade to start a sideline business. The brigade leader is always ridiculed when he attends commune meetings. People say that the Caohua Brigade is a straw brigade and brings shame to the entire Red Sun Commune."
Mrs. Chen said this with a look of resentment on her face.
"If we can make money through the garment workshop, won't we, the members who work there, be able to share the profits at the end of the year?"
"Of course they can. The cattle farms of the Caoniu Brigade distribute money at the end of the year. Every household has a prosperous year. After distributing grain, they distribute meat, and after distributing meat, they distribute money. Who wouldn't be happy?"
Gu Keqing was discussing this with several aunts with great enthusiasm.
I have already forgotten that I am the most beautiful scenery on the edge of the earth.
Chen Yan, Han Dashuan and Li Sigou were sitting and resting.
From a distance, I saw three young women in flowery dresses walking towards me.
Gu Keqing was the most eye-catching, she was wearing a white dress today.
The breeze blew and the skirt swayed.
Her skin is whiter than snow, which complements the white dress perfectly.
Standing in the sun, she is as beautiful as a fairy.
The guys in the field were drooling at the sight.
"This...sister-in-law looks really good today, doesn't she?"
Li Sigou's eyes were wide open.
Even Han Dashuan, who always looked down on women, let out an "ow".
"I finally understand why Brother Yan goes home as soon as he gets off work. Who can be at ease with such a beautiful wife at home?"
Chen Yan was very unhappy with their direct gazes!
"That's my wife, no one can see her except me!"
“…”
The team leader, who was chewing a piece of bread in the field, noticed that Sun Lili looked very different today, so he asked:
"The skirt Sun Zhiqing is wearing isn't cheap, is it?"
Gu Keqing explained with a smile:
"Captain, do you also think Sun Zhiqing looks better today than usual?"
The captain squinted his eyes in the sunlight and thought for a moment:
"Well, it does look better."
"What about my sister-in-law?"
Qi Zhiyun was wearing a new dress made of floral fabric, which was so pink and tender that Shen Long's throat went dry when he saw it.
“It looks good too!”
Gu Keqing smiled. It was not easy for even an old-fashioned person like the team leader to say it looked good.
Not to mention the group of young men full of vigor working in the fields.
"Captain, after dinner, Shen Yan and I will come to your house to discuss setting up a clothing workshop. Is that okay with you?"
Gu Keqing knew that the team leader had long wanted to start a side business, but due to limited resources and conditions, he had never been able to put it into practice.
"You mean... opening a clothing workshop?"
The captain's eyes lit up, brighter than the car headlights.
He was feeling very miserable and wanted to generate income for the collective but had no good ideas.
Since someone brought it up, he was certainly willing to listen.
If I can succeed, then I won’t have to worry about being laughed at anymore, right?
What's more, the person who came up with the idea was the capable daughter-in-law of the Shen family.
"Okay! I'll wait for you at home tonight."
The team leader was quite delighted. He quickly finished the bread in his hand, picked up the hoe and went back to the field.
Chen Yan waited and waited, not just because he was hungry.
What’s more important is that his wife, who is as beautiful as a fairy, is being stared at by a group of unmarried young men.
The look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Wife, I'm hungry!"
I saw Gu Keqing chatting endlessly with the aunts who gathered around her.
He strode over and interrupted coldly, "Everyone, go away. My wife is bringing me food. Why are you always hanging around her?"
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