"Go away! Stay away from me. If I bring one home, where will I put my face? I have to bring back at least a whole class." The man said smugly.
"I can't beat you to death! If you bring more than one home in the future, I'll break your little dog legs!" Liang Liang's mother declared.
You can only have one wife. What do you mean by bringing back a whole class of wives?
One daughter-in-law might be enough to drive her mother-in-law to her death, so are these more than ten daughters-in-law just tired of living?
"Did you hear that? The old lady said she's going to break your legs."
They chatted and laughed, making for a lively meal.
Liang Qiuqiu and Xu Mei naturally asked the most questions, almost countless questions about the Spring Festival Gala. Liang Liang answered their questions while eating, telling various anecdotes from the rehearsals for the Gala.
The meal only took a little over an hour to eat.
After dinner, Liang Feng called Liang Liang to his room, took out an account book from a locked drawer, and wanted to report to Liang Liang on the guitar production situation over the past few months.
In the past few months, the small factory under his leadership produced a total of 6,700 guitars, achieving sales of more than 1.7 million yuan and profits of more than 600,000 yuan.
After deducting labor costs, electricity fees, and taxes, a net profit of 400,000 yuan was achieved.
This is a remarkable achievement.
A finished guitar can generate a profit of around 80 yuan, which is a fairly high profit margin of 30%.
Liang Liang thought that this small business could only earn 100,000 or 200,000 yuan at most, but he didn't expect it to far exceed the target.
"Brother! Well done! How much of that timber I bought behind the house is left?"
"There's about a third left, which should last for at most three months."
"That's fine. I've already bought all the timber, but we haven't brought it back yet because our yard isn't finished being cleaned up. Once the yard is cleaned up, we'll bring the timber back, enough for you to use for several years."
"Aren't those all wet wood?"
"We can only rely on drying; there's no other way. Of course, some of the processed material will be stacked up and left to air dry naturally, to be used again in ten or eight years."
Liang Liang took a flashlight and went to the back of the house to look at the old timber he had scavenged from the timber market.
More than half of these timbers have already been processed and shipped out; the rest are simply piled up here quietly.
The three men from Liang Liang's neighboring families were responsible for looking after the place, and each of them earned more than two hundred yuan a month.
There are two night watchmen here tonight. Xu Mei's father and Guan Ling's third uncle are on duty here tonight.
On the leeward slope to the north, they dug a cave and reinforced it with reinforced concrete, where they kept watch.
Who came up with this terrible idea?
Pushing aside the heavy curtain, a wave of heat rushed out.
The temperature inside the cave was unexpectedly cool.
The cave contained a heated kang (a traditional heated platform bed) and a stove, which burned not coal, but the scraps left over from making guitars. There were plenty of these scraps, enough to keep them warm in winter.
The advantage of burning these scraps is that you don't have to worry about carbon monoxide poisoning.
There's also a 12-inch black and white television in the cave, so being on duty here at night isn't lonely at all.
Liang Liang chatted idly with Lao Xu and Guan Ling in the cave for a while, then went home, climbed over the wall of the old brigade's courtyard in front, and came to his own courtyard, which was not yet finished.
There were two poles standing in the yard, each lit by an incandescent bulb. While they didn't illuminate the yard as brightly as day, they were enough to make out its outline. The two-story house was already topped out, with doors and windows installed; all that was missing was the interior, which hadn't been finished yet.
The old houses in this courtyard have all been cleaned up.
About half of the ground has been hardened.
After the Lantern Festival, the bricklayers will do the final touches, and the project will be completed by March.
After wandering around the courtyard, Liang Liang went into the small shop below. His sudden appearance surprised many people in the shop.
The next second they swarmed around them.
Liang Liang had no choice but to repeat the Spring Festival Gala stories she had told her family at the dinner table at home.
Back in his hometown, Liang Liang was very peaceful. During the day, he would chat with his parents and neighbors at home, and in the evening, he would play mahjong at a small shop. He didn't have any of the airs of a celebrity; he was just like an ordinary farmer.
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Liang Liang also visited Gao Xing's house.
Liang Liang appeared on the Spring Festival Gala, as did the Yinna River Band, though they appeared on the Yahe City Spring Festival Gala.
The Yahe City Spring Festival Gala was recorded on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month and broadcast on television on the evening of the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.
The Yinna River Band performed two songs, "Harvest" and "People in Our Village," at the city's Spring Festival Gala.
From winning the championship in the first farmers' singer competition in Yahe City last year to appearing on the city's Spring Festival Gala this year.
The Yinna River Band is enjoying immense popularity in Yahe City.
The most direct consequence was that their family had a lot of performance commitments, and they didn't have a single day of rest from the sixth to the tenth day of the Lunar New Year.
Appearance fees have also increased significantly, now costing 500 yuan per performance.
Therefore, when Liang Liang arrived at Gao Xing's house, the Yinna River Band was rehearsing there.
At noon, Gao Xing invited him to lunch. During the meal, Liang Liang talked about the album they recorded before the new year but had not been released.
Pacific Records had a lot of albums to release before the Lunar New Year, so the Yinna River Band's album was postponed until after the New Year. Chen Xiaoqi said it would be released on March 1st.
Gao Xing is still a little anxious about when this album will be released, mainly because he doesn't know the exact date.
Will their album ever be released?
Now that there's definite news, his worries have vanished. The release date doesn't matter much to him; there's no difference between releasing it on March 1st and May 1st.
He'd already visited Gao Xing's house, so naturally he'd also like to visit Qin Wenju's house.
Although I've already extended my New Year's greetings over the phone, it doesn't feel very formal and feels a bit perfunctory. It's much more meaningful to say my blessings in person.
Liang Liang also wanted to see the timber that Qin Wenju had brought.
So, on the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, in Qin Wenju's office at Dongfang Industry, Liang Liang and Qin Wenju looked at each other, tears welling up in their eyes...
That's nonsense. It's true that their eyes met, but there were definitely no tears, only laughter.
"Sister Ju! I feel like you've celebrated the New Year younger than ever, perhaps forty or fifty years younger."
"Pah! I knew you wouldn't say anything nice. I'm not even in my forties or fifties, am I some kind of old person? No, wait, are you implying that I'm old?"
"You women are just like that. I was just joking, and you can come up with 100,000 words of content. It's a pity you're not a writer."
"You've made it to the Spring Festival Gala, aren't you awesome now?"
"What's so great about that? Am I still the same pathetic person I used to be?!"
Liang Liang didn't really feel any change in herself; she seemed no different from before.
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