Peng Fang retorted unconvincedly, "But he knows how to make money. He works as a chef in a big restaurant and can easily make 40 or 50 yuan a month."

"Then why don't you introduce your sister over there?"

"My sister is still young, she can always find someone better."

"That's not necessarily true. Your sister is a few years younger than Huang Zhiqiu, but she's not pretty, and her figure is like a short melon. If I were a man, I would rather find someone like Huang Zhiqiu."

Song Tingfeng was telling the truth. Peng Fang's sister was indeed a little ugly, but no one likes to hear the truth.

Peng Fang immediately frowned at Song Tingfeng and said, "I have something else to do at home, so I won't chat with you anymore."

Being given the cold shoulder out of the blue, Song Tingfeng spat twice at Peng Fang's back, then continued to walk quickly towards the Huang family as if nothing had happened.

Huang Jianguo played cards with others until midnight last night. He just got up and was drinking a bowl of porridge under the eaves.

Seeing Peng Fang coming back from outside in a huff, he couldn't help but tease her, "Where did you go to get so angry so early in the morning?"

Peng Fang spat out two pieces of melon seed shells in annoyance.

"Bah! What a jerk! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You have pockmarks all over your face and are as skinny as a monkey. And you still have the nerve to complain that my sister is ugly."

"You've been talking for a long time, who is it?"

"It's still Song Tingfeng. Bah, it's not even a phoenix. It's just a wild pheasant at best! And it's shed its feathers!"

Huang Jianguo almost spit out the porridge in his mouth, "Fang, you have a really poisonous mouth. If Song Tingfeng heard you calling her a wild pheasant, she would probably be so angry that she would die."

"You deserve it!"

Huang Jianguo gulped down a big mouthful of porridge and asked her curiously, "Why did Song Tingfeng come to the countryside?"

"What else can I do? It's probably about the bamboo weaving factory."

Huang Jianguo was very surprised after hearing this, "Could it be that the third brother and his friends want to start a bamboo weaving factory with the eldest brother?"

"How should I know!"

Huang Jianguo thought for a while, raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl in three or two mouthfuls. Then he put the bowl and chopsticks on the ground and walked out the door.

Peng Fang was so angry that he yelled, "You bastard, you threw the bowl on the ground after eating. Do you think you are an animal in the pen?"

"Hey, please pick it up. I'll go check over to my brother." Huang Jianguo replied without turning his head.

When she heard that her husband was going to Huang's house, Peng Fang quickly picked up the dishes on the ground and took them to the kitchen, then locked the door and followed him.

On this side, Song Tingfeng had already arrived at the Huang family.

Huang Jianjun and Huang Zhiqiu went to the city early in the morning, leaving only the old couple Huang Kailin and Yang Xinghua, and Liu Zhi at home.

Song Tingfeng picked up a woven rice dumpling box, looked at it over and over again, and looked very disapproving.

"They don't look that good, but someone is willing to spend money to order 10,000 of them. Are they scammers?"

Seeing that the Huang family didn't respond to him, Song Tingfeng looked around again, "Where are my eldest brother and Zhiqiu? Why can't I see them?"

Liu Zhi glanced at her and said, "They went to the city to do some work."

"When did you go? What did you do?"

Huang Kailin stopped what he was doing and looked over. "You came here alone? Where's the third brother?"

After a pause, he continued, "Brother and Zhiqiu have discussed the matter of setting up a bamboo weaving factory with me. Dad, I want to ask first, how much money do brother and Zhiqiu plan to put out to set up this factory?"

"It's going to cost about 10,000 yuan in total."

"Ten thousand!?"

Song Tingfeng's eyes almost popped out of his head.

It's no wonder she was surprised. With the income level in Lu'an Town, a family with a three-digit savings is considered upper-middle class.

The Huang family has always been in a lower-middle level. They have to mobilize the whole family and borrow a large amount of foreign debt to prepare for the wedding of their eldest grandson Huang Yu.

Even under such difficult conditions, we still had to spend 10,000 yuan to set up a bamboo weaving factory.

It's just a foolish dream!

"Dad, let's not talk about whether this bamboo weaving factory is worth running. Where do my elder brother and Zhiqiu get so much money? Let me be frank. Jianye and Huang Jin are also descendants of the Huang family. You can't be partial to one and give money to my elder brother and Zhiqiu to run the factory privately. Anyway, you have to give us as much as you give to them. This is called fairness!"

Huang Kailin felt a little angry when he heard the third son's wife talking about money all the time.

"Thank you so much for thinking highly of me. If I could afford so much money, would my family still be living in this shabby house?"

Song Tingfeng choked up, "Where did Big Brother and Zhiqiu get the money to start the factory?"

Liu Zhi glanced at Song Tingfeng indifferently and said, "The boss who ordered the rice dumpling boxes has paid part of the payment in advance. Use this money to do it."

When Song Tingfeng heard that the boss who ordered the rice dumpling box had already paid part of the money, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"How much money did they give?"

"I only gave you 5,000, which is still a long way from setting up a factory, so I wanted to see if Jianguo and your family were interested."

Song Tingfeng smacked his lips, "Five thousand is not enough to start a factory? You guys are too ambitious. When you are just starting out, you should start with a smaller place. It won't be too late to expand the scale when your business gets bigger."

While saying this, Song Tingfeng was thinking in his mind how to find an excuse to "borrow" some money from the 5,000 yuan payment for the goods.

Seeing Song Tingfeng's shrewd and calculating look, Liu Zhipi could see that the other party was up to something.

"Third sister-in-law, the boss's goods are delivered within a certain time. If you fail to deliver them within the time limit, you will have to pay compensation. The place you rent is too small and there is not enough space for the workers. If you fail to deliver the goods on time, who will bear the responsibility?"

Song Tingfeng curled her lips, "Is it that exaggerated? If the delivery is delayed for a few days, will the boss still be able to eat me?"

"The boss won't take advantage of me. He will just pay 10% of the payment if the delivery is one day late."

"I have to pay 10% compensation for a day's delay in delivery? This is a rip-off!"

"When doing business, you have to follow the contract rules. Otherwise, what's the point of signing a contract?"

Song Tingfeng had no interest in running a bamboo weaving factory in the first place, and now he wanted to stay away from it even more and was unwilling to get involved in it no matter what.

"Dad, Jianye and I have discussed this matter. We will not get involved in this business. Firstly, Jianye and I haven't touched this for a long time. We can't make up a story and it will delay your work. Secondly, we really don't have any money. Jianye hasn't been paid for two months. I haven't even pickled bacon this year. I don't know what to do for the New Year."

Song Tingfeng changed the subject and said, "Dad, I heard that you pickled a lot of bacon this year. Why don't you give me a few pounds? I'm too lazy to make it myself. I'll give you the money for the meat when Jianye pays you."

Second update~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)