Huang Kailin put down the work in his hands, picked up the bamboo crutch that Yang Xinghua used to get up, stood up and looked at Song Tingfeng.

"If you and the third brother don't want to work at the bamboo weaving factory, I won't force you. Just go back if you have nothing else to do."

"Dad, about the bacon..."

Song Tingfeng was still talking about the bacon with a flattering face, but she didn't expect Huang Kailin to suddenly change his attitude and point the bamboo crutch in his hand at her.

"Are you going to leave or not?"

Song Tingfeng was startled, her buttocks jumped as if there were needles pricking her, and she hurried out, "If you don't want to lend it to me, forget it, I'm leaving first..."

Then they saw Song Tingfeng coming out in a panic, and Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang immediately went to greet her.

"Third sister-in-law, are you leaving now?"

Song Tingfeng pretended to be calm and touched his hair. "Yes, I have something to do at home. Okay, I won't say any more to you..."

Worried that Huang Kailin would chase her out and beat her up, Song Tingfeng just wanted to leave quickly, but Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang held her back.

"Third brother's wife, what do you and Third brother think about the matter of eldest brother and his friends opening a bamboo weaving factory?"

"We are so poor that we can barely afford to eat. How can we have the spare money to start a bamboo weaving factory?"

After saying a few pitiful words, Song Tingfeng asked about Huang Jianguo and his wife's thoughts, "What about your family? Do you want to do it together?"

Huang Jianguo shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, we don't have any money. Look, Peng Fang and I are going to go out to work after the New Year."

When Song Tingfeng heard that Huang Jianguo and his wife were going out to work, she became interested and was no longer in a hurry to leave.

"Where are you going to work?"

“Go to Wenzhou.”

“What are you going to do in Wenzhou?”

"Work in a leather shoe factory. Xiao Zhao from my family is now working in a leather shoe factory. He can easily make 30 or 40 yuan a month, and his food and accommodation are provided."

Song Tingfeng's eyes lit up, "How can a shoe factory earn so much?"

Peng Fang was a little proud, "Of course not, especially at the end of the year when business is extremely good, the factory has too many orders to complete, those who work fast can earn 50 or 60 a month.

The boss is going to recruit a group of workers next year, both experienced and new workers are welcome. Jianguo and I have made up our minds, and we will go to Wenzhou after the Chinese New Year."

My goodness, one month's work in the shoe factory is equivalent to two months' work her husband does in the winery.

Song Tingfeng's mind couldn't help but become active.

She was about to ask a few more questions when she suddenly heard the sound of a motorcycle behind her.

The three of them turned around to find the voice. Who else could it be but Chen Bin? "Mrs. Huang, are you ready to leave?" Chen Bin stopped in front of the three of them and asked with a smile.

"Okay, I'll be leaving soon."

Song Tingfeng dealt with Chen Bin for a few words, then turned to Huang Jianguo and his wife and said, "I'm leaving first. I'll come visit you another day when I'm free."

"OK."

Huang Jianguo and Peng Fang had come to join in the fun and to hear Song Tingfeng's opinion on the bamboo weaving factory, but now that Song Tingfeng had left, they had no choice but to go back home.

Not far from the entrance of Xiacun, Chen Bin's motorcycle suddenly stopped on the road.

Song Tingfeng patted Chen Bin in surprise, "Why did you stop?"

Chen Bin turned off the motorcycle, turned around and said with a smile: "Mrs. Huang, well, you can give me the fare first."

"Give it to me first, Mrs. Huang, so that I won't be able to explain it clearly later."

"Hey, Chen Bin, what do you mean? Are you afraid that I won't give you the taxi fare? Do you think I, Song Tingfeng, can't afford the taxi fare? Who are you looking down on?"

Facing Song Tingfeng's anger, Chen Bin still kept smiling.

"Mrs. Huang, I'm just a nobody. Don't bother with me. I always collect money before I go out. I have to pay you whether you pay me early or late, right? Just give it to me first so that I can feel at ease. Okay?"

Song Tingfeng's eyes widened with anger, "What if I don't give it to you?"

"Mrs. Huang, this transaction is entirely voluntary. If you feel it is inappropriate, I will not force you. Then get off the car."

"Get off the bus if you want. Humph, I still don't believe it. I can't go back without you, Chen Bin!"

Song Tingfeng got off the motorcycle angrily and kicked the motorcycle wheel with her legs in a rage. It was not known whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Chen Bin gently twisted the accelerator and the motorcycle jumped forward two meters.

Song Tingfeng kicked in vain and stumbled into the wheat field below the road.

Shili Township is a mountainous area with uneven terrain, and the village roads are terraced. The upper side of the terraced road is level with the ground, while the lower side is suspended.

The place where Chen Bin parked his motorcycle happened to be a terraced road, and the distance from the bottom to the wheat field was more than one meter. Although the fall would not kill people, Song Tingfeng was seriously injured.

Seeing Song Tingfeng fall into the wheat, Chen Bin secretly laughed, but called out with concern: "Sister Huang, are you okay?"

Song Tingfeng climbed up from the wheat field, raised his head, and stared at Chen Bin with flaming eyes.

"Mr. Chen, did you cause me to fall on purpose?"

Chen Bin explained innocently, "Mrs. Huang, how could that be? It was too cold, my hands were stiff, and the accelerator of my car was loose, so I accidentally added gas. Well, Mrs. Huang, since you have nothing to do, I'll leave first. See you later."

After saying this, without waiting for Song Tingfeng to respond, Chen Bin rode away on his motorcycle.

Song Tingfeng was angry and anxious, and wanted to ask Chen Bin to pull her up, but unfortunately Chen Bin was driving too fast and disappeared in front in a flash.

Song Tingfeng could only take a detour from another place.

The small path between the farmlands was narrow and steep. Song Tingfeng had lived in the town since she was a child and was used to walking on flat roads. Walking on the small path almost cost her her life. In addition, she was wearing leather shoes, and the soles of leather shoes these days were smooth and not non-slip at all. She fell more than a dozen times on the short path of a hundred meters.

Fortunately, we wore thick clothes in winter and the soil was soft, so it didn’t hurt when we fell, but we got covered in dirt.

"Chen Bin, you bastard who deserves to be cut into pieces, when I see him again, I will curse him to death..."

After finally returning to the country road, Song Tingfeng brushed the dirt off his body and walked back cursing.

It takes at least two or three hours to walk the 20-li mountain road from Shili Township to the town. Song Tingfeng could not bear the hardship, so she planned to go back to the village and find a motorcycle.

The overall economic conditions in Shili Township are backward, and the number of families with motorcycles can be counted on one hand.

There are about 40 households in Xiacun, and only two of them have motorcycles. One of them is working in another place, and the other one has someone in the family, but the motorcycle is broken.

Song Tingfeng did not give up. He walked for another half an hour and finally reached Shangcun to look for a motorcycle.

The upper village is larger than the lower village and has a larger population, with more than 60 households. There are five households with motorcycles, including Chen Bin.

Unfortunately, the motorcycles of these five households were out doing work and would not be back until the evening.

Song Tingfeng was dumbfounded.

How can she get back to town without a motorcycle? (End of this chapter)