the next day.

Early in the morning, Huang Kailin and his daughter Huang Zhiqiu went to the home of his second son Huang Jianguo who lived in the same village.

Huang Zhiqiu also brought two rice dumpling boxes made by Huang Kailin, planning to mail them at the post office when he went to town.

There is not much farm work to do in winter, so when the father and daughter arrived at Huang Jianguo's home, Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang were still sleeping in bed.

The couple were a little resentful after being woken up by the father and daughter.

"Dad, what's the matter? Why do you have to come here so early?"

Huang Kailin was also disgusted with the laziness of the second brother and his wife. He stood by the window and frowned, urging them, "Hurry up and get dressed and come out. I have something to tell you."

"Dad, what's going on?"

Looking at the yawning second brother, Huang Kailin frowned so much that he could pinch a fly to death.

"You went out to steal at night? It's already past noon and you're still awake?"

Huang Jianguo smiled and said, "I played a few rounds of cards with Lao Wu and his friends from the next village last night. I was late before I knew it."

Huang Kailin glared at him angrily, "Don't hang out with those people. If you have nothing to do, go to town and find a temporary job, or come to my house to help weave the rice sieve!"

When it comes to bamboo weaving, Huang Jianguo's face is full of disgust and displeasure.

"It's so cold, my hands are frozen, and I can't sell the knitting I've done with so much effort. I might as well just stay at home and sleep."

Unlike the eldest brother Huang Jianjun, the second brother Huang Jianguo and the third brother Huang Jianye have always looked down on Huang Kailin's bamboo weaving skills, thinking that it is time-consuming and laborious and does not make any money.

In fact, it is understandable. In the entire Shili Township, almost every household is engaged in bamboo weaving. The supply exceeds the demand, and the bamboo weaving cannot be sold at a high price.

Therefore, many people would rather go out to work than continue to be stuck in the pit of bamboo weaving.

Afraid that Huang Kailin would really detain him to make a rice sieve, Huang Jianguo quickly changed the subject, "Dad, what on earth are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Huang Kailin turned his head and signaled to his daughter, "Zhiqiu, talk to your second brother."

"good."

Huang Zhiqiu nodded and turned to look at Huang Jianguo, "Second brother, call your second sister-in-law over to listen together."

Peng Fang was making breakfast in the kitchen. When she was called out, she looked reluctant and said, "What's the big deal? I'm still cooking in the pot."

Huang Zhiqiu continued after Peng Fang sat down, "Second brother, second sister-in-law, my eldest brother and I are planning to open a bamboo weaving factory. We are still short of funds, so I want to see if you are interested in working with us."

"What? Open a bamboo weaving factory?"

Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang both looked incredulous.

In the couple's opinion, bamboo weaving is not as practical as farming.

At least you can get a harvest from farming and fill your stomach, but if you can't sell the bamboo weaving, there is nothing you can do about it. After all, bamboo weaving cannot be eaten.

"Why do you want to start a bamboo weaving factory? Dad, how much can you earn from walking around the streets selling bamboo weaving?

And Zhiqiu, if you really want to make money, why don't you go to a town or city and find a factory to work in? You can earn a steady salary of 20 to 30 yuan a month, isn't that much better than bamboo weaving?"

As he spoke, Peng Fang looked Zhiqiu up and down, his expression becoming strange.

"How about I help you find a husband and marry him? Although you are not young anymore, you don't look old, and you have never been married, so there are still families who will not despise you."

Peng Fang's words were not nice.

But just because Huang Zhiqiu doesn't mind doesn't mean Huang Kailin doesn't mind either.

He glared at his second son's wife with a bad face, "We are talking about setting up a factory, why are you talking about something else?"

"Dad, Peng Fang didn't say anything wrong. Lian Yunmo is married now, so Zhiqiu should make plans as soon as possible. She doesn't want to be an old lady at home for the rest of her life, right?"

Peng Fang followed up her husband's words, "Zhiqiu, we are doing this for your own good. A woman should always find a man to rely on.

It just so happened that my mother's family had a good candidate who was a chef at a big restaurant in the city. His monthly salary plus bonuses amounted to several dozen yuan.

That's right, he's been married twice and has two sons and a daughter. Although it's hard to be a stepmother, you're too old now, and you may not be able to give birth even if you're asked to, right?"

Just listening to the first two sentences, it seems that she is really making plans for Huang Zhiqiu, the sister-in-law, but in fact, Huang Zhiqiu has already heard of the man that Peng Fang was talking about.

The man was almost a generation older than Huang Zhiqiu, but that was not a big deal, as he had a powerful old lady at home.

The man's first wife was tortured to death by her evil mother-in-law.

It was a very hot day, and the daughter-in-law, who was five or six months pregnant, was forced to work in the fields under the scorching sun. She later fainted from heatstroke, and not only did she lose the baby, but the adult also died from heavy bleeding.

The second daughter-in-law was a strong one. She fought a life-and-death battle with her evil mother-in-law, and the fight ended in divorce.

What's the difference between Peng Fang introducing such a husband to her and pushing her off the kang? Even Huang Zhiqiu, who has a gentle temper, was a little angry, "Isn't the second sister-in-law's sister a widow? Such a good match, you should keep it and introduce it to your sister. I am not worthy of it."

Seeing that Huang Zhiqiu didn't appreciate it, Peng Fang immediately became annoyed.

"Although my sister is a widow, she is only in her early 30s. How old are you? And you are pregnant before marriage. In ancient times, this would be thrown into a pig cage! How can you compare with my sister?"

These words made Huang Kailin very angry, and the look he gave his second son's wife seemed to be able to spit sparks.

"Are you done yet? Did Zhiqiu provoke you, or is she eating your rice? Her mother and I are not dead yet! There is no need for you to meddle in other people's business!"

After being scolded, Peng Fang pouted unconvincedly, "Well, just spoil her. When you are gone, I want to see who else can spoil her like this for the rest of my life."

Huang Zhiqiu replied in a neither soft nor hard way, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. I have hands and feet, and I don't need to rely on others for support."

After saying this, he didn't even give the couple a chance to retort and directly brought the topic back to where it had gone off topic.

"Brother and sister-in-law, my father and I came here to open a factory. If you are willing to work together, gather the money as soon as possible in the next two days, and then divide the shares according to the amount. If you don't want to, my eldest brother and I won't force you, just come over and tell us."

Although Huang Jianguo and his wife were not interested in and did not think highly of the idea of ​​setting up a bamboo weaving factory, they still couldn't help but ask a few questions.

"Zhiqiu, how much money do you want to invest in this factory?"

"The factory, equipment, materials, workers, etc., will cost at least tens of thousands of yuan in the early stage."

Ten thousand yuan!

The couple was so shocked that their eyes almost popped out of their heads.

With the current per capita income level in Lu'an Town, one would have to work without eating or drinking for 40 years to barely save 10,000 yuan.

"Take 10,000 yuan to start a bamboo weaving factory? You are crazy!"

"Zhi Qiu, where did you get so much money?" Compared to her husband's misunderstanding, Peng Fang was more concerned about where the Huang family got so much money.

(End of this chapter)