On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space Chapter 350

  Chapter 350 How much does it cost to run this bamboo weaving factory?

   Huang Ying, who didn't eat any meat, was still crying.

   Song Tingfeng was annoyed, and raised the chopsticks in her hand to her daughter, "Cry again? Is it itchy?"

  Huang Ying was so frightened that she immediately stifled her voice, lowered her head aggrieved and began to eat.

  Seeing that her daughter was honest, Song Tingfeng took back her chopsticks and continued to eat, looking at her husband while eating, "Why did your father and your sister come home at noon?"

  Huang Jianye swallowed the food in two or three gulps, "I almost forgot about it if you didn't ask me, dad and the others want to build a bamboo weaving factory..."

   "Bamboo weaving factory? Where did they get the money to do this?"

   "Who knows, I left without saying a few words."

  Huang Jianye picked up a piece of meat indifferently, and was about to stuff it in his mouth when he suddenly met his daughter Huang Ying's eager eyes, hesitated, and put the meat into her daughter's bowl.

  Huang Ying smiled through tears, happily picked up the meat and put it in her mouth.

   Seeing his daughter smiling, Huang Jianye breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to pick up a piece of meat again, but he met Shang Song Tingfeng's cannibalistic eyes, and hurriedly put the picked meat into the opponent's bowl.

   "Daughter-in-law, you worked hard today, you should eat more."

  Song Tingfeng angrily threw the meat back into his bowl, "Eat yours, I've eaten it all day."

   "Zha, thank you for your kindness."

  Song Tingfeng ignored him, and continued to ask Huang Zhiqiu about opening a bamboo weaving factory.

"It's so good, why did you think of opening a bamboo weaving factory? Your dad is really too old, isn't it good to enjoy the blessings? He is still messing around with him. He has that money, so he might as well share it with everyone, anyway. Have a good year."

  Huang Jianye swallowed the meat in his mouth, "I understand Qiuna's meaning, the idea of ​​opening the factory seems to be suggested by my niece."

  Yun Mo sent things to Huang Zhiqiu every now and then, including food and clothing, but Song Tingfeng was so upset.

   Now it is even more necessary to give Huang Zhiqiu money to set up a factory, Song Tingfeng feels uncomfortable like a cat scratching, even the rice in the bowl is not delicious.

   "Did your sister say, how much does it cost her to run this bamboo weaving factory?"

   "I didn't say anything, just asked if we want to do it together, and give her an answer as soon as possible."

  Song Tingfeng squinted her eyes and thought for a while, "Let's not worry about this, wait until I go to the countryside tomorrow to ask about the situation."

"Row."

  When the last word was written, Yunmo's whole right arm was so sore that she could hardly lift it up.

Frying snowflake crisps is very laborious, especially yesterday, after frying ten pots in a row, when I woke up this morning, my arms were sore and sore, and I wrote thousands of words of research and development reports from afternoon to night. Now the whole The shoulder and right hand didn't feel like her own anymore.

  Hands are trembling even holding the water glass.

  Yunmo took half a cup of spiritual spring water from the space, and drank it slowly in small sips.

  Drinking the Lingquan water, the numbness in her arms gradually eased, but it was still sore and unbearable. This made Yunmo miss the electronic devices such as mobile phones and computers in her previous life.

  In fact, there are already laser printers in this era, but the four-digit price is prohibitive.

   It's not unaffordable, but it's unnecessary, after all, she doesn't need to use it often.

   "Knock knock."

   After resting for a while, there was a knock on the door, Yunmo didn't bother to move, she just turned her head and called "Come in".

  Ling Chuan put the hot milk in front of her as usual, and his black eyes fell on her kneading her arms.

   "Daughter-in-law, are your hands uncomfortable?"

   "Well, a little sore."

   "I have medicinal wine over there, I'll use it to rub it for you."

  Rubbing with medicinal wine, wouldn't that mean taking off your clothes and showing your shoulders?

   Yunmo is not embarrassed, it's nothing to show her arms, but it's such a cold day, and there is no heating in the room, so it's cold just thinking about it.

  But the shoulders and arms are really uncomfortable. If it is not relieved in time, it will affect the final exam in a few days.

  Ling Chuan has already guessed something from her frown, "Daughter-in-law, the charcoal at home is not used up yet, I will go to light a brazier to keep it cool."

   "Yeah, you go." Yun Mo nodded hastily.

  For the convenience of being able to knead medicinal wine, Yunmo found a sleeveless pajamas for summer from the closet.

  Although there is already a brazier roasting in the room, the heating power is limited after all, and the temperature inside the room is only a few degrees higher than outside. As the tops were taken off one by one, goose bumps quickly appeared on the skin.

  Yun Mo tremblingly picked up her pajamas and was about to put them on when the door behind her was suddenly pushed open.

   She reflexively covered her chest with her clothes.

   Seeing her changing clothes, Ling Chuan froze for a moment, then turned around and left the room in the next second.

   "Daughter-in-law, I'll come in later..."

  Looking at the closed door, Yunmo breathed a sigh of relief.

   After being so scared, I didn't feel so cold.

  She put on her pajamas neatly, put on a woolen vest, and finally wrapped it in a thick cotton coat.

  Looking at her blushing cheeks in the mirror, Yunmo silently comforted herself that it was okay, she was wearing underwear, not naked.

   After completing the psychological construction, Yunmo went to reopen the door.

  Ling Chuan stood just outside the door, with his back to the door, tall and straight like a poplar tree in a winter night.

  Hearing the movement, Ling Chuan turned around and looked at her with a nervous expression.

   "Daughter-in-law, I didn't mean it just now..."

  The heat that had gone down on Yunmo's face suddenly came up again.

   She pretended to be calm and asked: "Didn't you say to light the brazier?"

  Ling Chuan showed a bit of guilt on his face, "The charcoal is used up, maybe the eldest brother took it to the house to warm up, but I have already boiled the water, and I will fill you with a warm water bottle later, okay?"

   "Oh, is the water boiling?"

   "Hurry up, I just wanted to come in and ask you to get a hot water bottle, but I forgot to knock on the door, daughter-in-law, I will definitely remember to knock on the door in the future..."

  Yunmo was not actually angry because of such a trivial matter, but seeing the man's nervous and serious appearance, she could only nod sullenly.

"Um."

  With a brazier under her feet and a warm hot water bottle in her arms, it was not as cold as Yunmo imagined.

  Ling Chuan warmed his palms on the brazier first, then poured some medicinal wine into his palms, and rubbed them vigorously.

  A strong smell of medicinal wine soon appeared in the air, which was a bit pungent, but acceptable.

   "Daughter-in-law, I started?"

"Um."

  As soon as she finished answering, she felt the man's broad palm on the skin of her arm.

   The first feeling is a little comfortable, I don't know if it's because of the medicinal wine, or the man's palm is already hot, and the slightly scalding heat penetrates the skin into the bottom layer of the muscle, which greatly relieves the soreness and discomfort of the muscle.

   "Daughter-in-law, the medicinal wine needs to be rubbed to be effective. It hurts a bit, so bear with it."

   "Um, ah—"

  The pain that went deep into the bone marrow was so painful that Yunmo burst into tears, "You call this a little pain?"

   "Does it hurt?"

  Yunmo stared at him tearfully, "What do you think!"

   "Then I will be lighter."

  Yunmo snorted softly, "Yeah."

  (end of this chapter)

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