After hearing this, Huang Zhiqiu took the money.

"Mom and Dad, consider this money as a loan from me. I will return it to you when the bamboo weaving factory is established."

Yang Xinghua scolded, "What do you mean by lend it or not? If it weren't for Momo, I wouldn't be able to save my leg. I might even lose my life."

Huang Zhiqiu was speechless.

If Huang Yao did this, she could still say that it was her duty, after all, Huang Yao had been raised by the Huang family for 18 years.

The lovely daughter Momo has never eaten a single meal from the Huang family since she was a child, nor has she enjoyed the love and care of her biological mother.

To be honest, she feels unworthy of her daughter's filial piety and care for her.

This feeling is like, others have worked hard to plant the saplings, carefully nurtured them until they grow, and finally produced sweet fruits, but they are picked away by her who has not contributed anything.

—

Huang Jianguo sneaked into the house and saw the lights on in the house. He felt surprised and uneasy.

At this time normally, Peng Fang would have turned off the lights and gone to bed.

"Wife, you're still awake?"

After entering the room, Huang Jianguo smiled at Peng Fang lying on the bed in a particularly flattering manner.

To Huang Jianjun's surprise, his wife did not get angry because he came home late. "I couldn't sleep."

"What's the matter?"

Peng Fang counted out the gifts of cigarettes, alcohol and other things that her nephew's husband brought to her house one by one.

Huang Jianguo went out to play cards in the afternoon and has been playing until now, so he didn't know that his niece and niece-in-law had returned to the village.

When he heard his wife talk about the good cigarettes and good wine, his eyes lit up.

"My goodness, the people in this city are too generous. They gave such a generous gift this time. Wouldn't the wedding gift be even more?"

you do not say.

Peng Fang's heart felt like it was soaked in a jar of old pickled cabbage, so sour.

If she had known earlier, she would have given birth to a daughter and found a son-in-law from the city. She wouldn't have to worry about her two sons' marriages and tuition fees! "Wife, there are so many good things, can't you bring some back?"

Peng Fang rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "Do you think I don't want it? Your parents are staring at me like they're guarding against thieves. They almost look like they want to eat me. But..."

Peng Fang showed a bit of pride on her face. "Fortunately, my niece is a sensible person. She said she would come to visit me in a few days with some gifts. I thought, even if it's not too much, she should at least give me a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes."

Huang Jianguo rubbed his hands excitedly. "When the wine comes, I will definitely taste it carefully. I have heard of Wuliangye for a long time. It is said that only big bosses will use this wine when entertaining senior leaders. It is very expensive."

"Look at your potential. When our Xiaowen is admitted to university and has a bright future, you will still be worried about not having good wine to drink."

"Hey, it's still too early. Even if Xiao Wen passes the exam smoothly this year, it will take several years before he can graduate."

Peng Fang kicked her husband and said, "You should play less cards these days. When you have time, go to your parents' house more often and build a good relationship with your nephew and son-in-law. Are you afraid that you won't have good cigarettes to smoke or good wine to drink?"

"I'll go after breakfast tomorrow!"

—

In the morning, Yun Mo was awakened by the sound of splashing water.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ling Chuan standing in the corner, his tall and straight body with his back to her.

Yun Mo was still confused, so she asked casually, "What are you doing standing there?"

As soon as she asked the question, Ling Chuan's body stiffened, and she suddenly reacted, turned around immediately, and covered her face with the quilt.

What sin had she done to be woken up by the sound of a man peeing so early in the morning?

There was the sound of footsteps, followed by the rustling of clothes.

Yun Mo pulled the quilt to her chin and stared at the man with her watery almond eyes.

Ling Chuan's ears were a little red, but his face was calm. "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer. I'll come up and call you when breakfast is ready."

Yun Mo tried her best to ignore the heat on her face and said in a natural way, "When you go downstairs, empty the urinal."

"Um."

About ten minutes later, Huang Qingning's voice came from outside the door.

"Cousin? Are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm awake."

Huang Qingning pushed open the door, saw her lying on the bed, and immediately stuck out her tongue.

"Cousin, you haven't gotten up yet. I'll come over later."

Seeing Huang Qingning holding a math textbook, Yun Mo waved at him and said, "It's okay, come in."

"There are some things I don't understand, I want to ask you for help."

Yun Mo took the textbook and explained in detail the knowledge points that Huang Qingning did not understand.

—

"Mom, aunt."

Seeing Ling Chuan coming into the kitchen, Huang Zhiqiu hurriedly greeted him with a smile, "Xiao Ling, you got up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I'm used to it. I can't sleep."

Seeing Huang Zhiqiu kneading the dough, Ling Chuan subconsciously said, "Mom, let me help you."

"No need." Huang Zhiqiu smiled, "Don't get your clothes dirty. This dough is almost done."

Ling Chuan nodded.

Liu Zhi was sitting behind the stove making a fire. Seeing Ling Chuan was silent, she took the initiative to start a conversation.

"I made some steamed corn buns this morning. I don't know if you're used to eating them."

"I'm used to it."

Seeing that he was a little reserved, Huang Zhiqiu smiled and said, "In the countryside, people cook with firewood, so the ash is quite big. Why don't you go out and take a walk in the yard?"

"good."

Lingchuan stood in the yard for a while before the gate was opened. Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun each carried a heavy bamboo covered with dew and walked in.

"Xiao Ling, why are you up so early?"

This question made Ling Chuan blush. He took the bamboo from Huang Kailin's shoulder and replied, "It's getting late, Grandpa."

When he learned that there was still bamboo to be carried back from the back mountain, Ling Chuan insisted on going with them.

Huang Kailin couldn't persuade him, so he asked the eldest brother to find an old coat for him to change into, so that his clothes would not be scratched by branches.

After the cut bamboos were brought back, Huang Kailin and Huang Jianjun each took a machete and a saw and started working.

Ling Chuan couldn't do this, so he could only stand aside and watch.

Huang Kailin is indeed an experienced craftsman. It didn't take him long to split the round bamboo into thin bamboo strips.

After splitting the bamboo strips, Huang Kailin tied on the coarse cloth apron he used for bamboo weaving, sat on a stool, put a wooden board on his knees, and took a triangular knife. He pressed a bamboo strip on the wooden board with the triangular knife and used the edge of the knife to scrape the bamboo strip hard.

On the front side, repeatedly, with each scraping, a layer of bamboo chips thinner than a piece of paper will be scraped off the surface of the bamboo strips.

Once, twice, three times.

After dozens of scraping and grinding, the originally tough and thick bamboo strips became as soft and thin as paper.

Huang Kailin stopped with satisfaction and handed the scraped bamboo strips to Huang Jianjun.

"Boss, do you think this is thin enough?"

Huang Jianjun took the bamboo strips and looked at them. "It's thin enough, but it's too soft. I have to be very careful when weaving it. If it breaks, it will be useless."

"Let's make the sample first, and then we can think of other ideas later."

"All right."

(End of this chapter)