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

The firewood room is full of straw and dry firewood, and the firewood ash accumulated on the ground is as thick as a finger. The two little dogs licked their mouths full of ashes, and kept spitting them out, looking very funny.

Yunmo went to pour half a bowl of warm water again, in order to prevent the bowl from being knocked over again, she could only hold the bowl with her own hands and feed the two little dogs with spiritual spring water.

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

The two little guys drank very quickly, and they drank all the water in the bowl within two minutes, and even licked the rim of the bowl clean.

After drinking water, the two little guys rushed out.

Yunmo followed out curiously, and found two little guys squatting in the corner of the bamboo fence to defecate.

Well, I didn't expect the local dogs in the countryside to be so hygienic, much better than the two huskies at home who only know how to eat and drink.

I don't know what happened to Dabai and Erbai.

"Momo, what are you doing in a daze, breakfast is ready."

Yunmo was lost in thought when Huang Zhiqiu walked up to her and took the bowl from her hand.

Yunmo didn't care, and turned around to eat in the main room.

Breakfast is noodles, mixed with last night's roasted chicken soup, afraid that it would not be tasty enough, Huang Zhiqiu cut another bowl of sour beans.

After taking two mouthfuls of noodles, Yunmo felt that the taste was a bit bland, and was about to put the capers into the noodle bowl when the chopsticks stopped halfway.

"Mom, you took the bowl of capers from me?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Did you not wash?"

Huang Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, "I think the bowl is quite clean, what did you put in it?"

Seeing that everyone's noodle bowls were filled with capers, and they were still eating deliciously, Yunmo swallowed silently, "I just accepted the recruitment notice and didn't wash my hands. I'm afraid the bowls will get dirty."

Huang Jianjun smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, I'm not doing anything clean, I'm not sick after eating."

After speaking, he picked up the capers and poured a lot into his noodle bowl. After pouring, seeing Yunmo staring at him, Huang Jianjun poured the remaining capers into her noodle bowl. It's too late to stop.

"Come on, Momo, I'll give you the rest. This sour bean noodles are the best."

Looking at the capers in the bowl, Yunmo couldn't put down her chopsticks.

"Eat, Momo, it won't taste good if it's lumpy." Seeing her in a daze, Yang Xinghua urged with a smile.

At this moment, Ling Chuan beside him stretched out his hand to bring her noodle bowl, put all the capers inside into his own bowl, and returned the noodle bowl to her.

Seeing Ling Chuan's actions, everyone was very surprised.

"Momo, don't you eat beans?"

Yun Mo hurriedly explained: "I don't want to eat too salty in the morning."

The sauerkraut in the countryside is soaked in old sour water for many years, which is very salty. One is to prevent the sauerkraut from going bad, and the other is to serve it well.

After hearing her explanation, everyone didn't think much about it.

Just after breakfast, Chen Bin arrived on a motorcycle.

Huang Yu took the recruitment notice and glue, got on Chen Bin's motorcycle and went out.

The weather was fine today, with a warm sun, Yunmo took out the bamboo plaque that had been varnished yesterday.

After a night of drying, the varnish on the bamboo plaque has dried completely, forming a layer of translucent luster on the surface of the bamboo plaque.

Yunmo took out the paint and brushes bought in the building materials market.

She did not directly write on the bamboo plaque with a brush dipped in paint, but first used a pencil to trace the outline of the characters on the bamboo plaque, and then filled in with a brush dipped in paint.

She is not a professional in writing large-character signboards, so she can only use this stupid method.

However, although the method is a bit stupid, it is very useful.

Half an hour later, the five-character signboard of "Lu'an Bamboo Weaving Factory" was successfully completed.

"Not to mention, it's quite special to use a bamboo plaque as a signboard, which is much more interesting than the kind of wooden board hanging on the door."

"The key is to save money. Things in the city are very expensive. A piece of wood, a layer of white paint, and a few words will cost 150 yuan. I looked at the signboard made by Momo. No worse than that."

Yunmo is also quite satisfied with her masterpiece.

After the paint words on the bamboo plaques were completely dry, Yunmo asked Ling Chuan to take the varnish and paint the inside and outside of the five bamboo plaques again, so as to waterproof and prevent the paint from fading.

When the varnish was about to be finished, there was a knock on the door.

Yunmo, who was near the door, turned to open the door, and found a strange young man and woman standing outside.

"You are?"

Seeing Yunmo, Huang Qinghe was also taken aback, but she quickly realized it.

"You are Momo, right? I am Qingning's sister, and my name is Qinghe."

Hearing the other party's self-introduction, Yunmo suddenly said, "So it's Cousin Qing He, please come in."

"Qinghe, Jiayong, when did you come back!?"

Seeing Huang Qinghe and Yang Jiayong entering the door, the Huang family surrounded them as if they were celebrating the new year.

Huang Qinghe greeted the Huang family one by one with excitement.

On the other hand, Yang Jiayong, who stood beside him without saying a word, kept looking at Yunmo.

After working outside for a few years, it's not that he hasn't seen beautiful girls in the city, but he has never seen anyone more beautiful than the cousin in front of him.

The face is tender and tender as if water can be squeezed out, the apricot shell eyes are big and round, the eyes are like glass beads, black and watery, and the lips are as delicate as cherries, making people want to kiss Fangze.

Yang Jiayong's sizing up made Yunmo uncomfortable.

With a pretty face, she naturally receives a lot of attention on weekdays, so that she can easily distinguish curiosity from lust.

Obviously, Yang Jiayong belongs to the latter.

At this moment, Ling Chuan suddenly walked up to Yang Jiayong, "Cousin-in-law, please sit inside."

Ling Chuan's tall body blocked Yun Mo firmly, and also blocked Yang Jiayong's sight of looking at Yun Mo.

"You are Ling Chuan, you heard Qing He mention it before you came here."

Yang Jiayong quickly took out the cigarette case from his body and gave Ling Chuan some cigarettes.

Ling Chuan raised his hand to block the opponent's movement, "No, I don't smoke."

"Ah, you don't smoke?"

Yang Jiayong was a little surprised, but he didn't insist on it. He put the cigarette in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it, and then chatted with Ling Chuan about homework.

What kind of business are you doing, and what is your income?

Yang Jiayong asked a question and Ling Chuan answered, on the surface it seemed harmonious.

Ling Chuan still used the old tricks, setting up street stalls to sell some small things, and the money he earned was not too much, but it was enough for expenses.

Yang Jiayong is not as frivolous as Huang Zhao, who thinks highly of himself after earning some money outside, and looks down on Ling Chuan's job of setting up a street stall.

Yang Jiayong has worked in a garment factory for several years, and he can tell at a glance that the clothes on Ling Chuan and Yun Mo are not cheap.

Usually, when Liu Zhi called Huang Qinghe, he mentioned from time to time that Yunmo had sent some good things home. What's more, Yunmo also helped Huang's family set up a bamboo weaving factory, so she must have money on hand.

Therefore, Yang Jiayong's attitude towards Ling Chuan was quite warm, and he even invited Ling Chuan to visit Yang's house when he had time.