When I returned to the village, it started to drizzle in the sky.

Jiang Hua couldn't put down the five sewing machines he dragged back, and his yard was broken and small.

He asked Zhang Tiezhu to drive the tractor directly to the door of the village party secretary's house.

"Huazi, what's the matter with me this night?"

The village party secretary all went to bed and opened the door in his clothes.

"Uncle Ding, the warehouse where grain was stored in the east end of the village was abandoned? I want to rent it down."

Jiang Hua rubbed his hands and walked into the room.

His clothes were soaked in the rain and felt a little cold.

"What are you renting a warehouse?"

The village party secretary looked puzzled.

That is, Jiang Hua has made a fortune recently and has been on the news, so he is willing to talk to him for a few more words.

If it were Jiang Hua before, he wouldn't even bother to look at him directly.

"I plan to open a small clothing factory, and the equipment has been dragged back."

Jiang Hua pointed to the tractor parked at the door.

"Are you sure you're not kidding with your uncle?"

The village party secretary stared at the boss with a very surprised tone.

What kind of virtue did Jiang Hua have in the past?

He is lazy, gambling and drinking, and beating his wife every now and then. This is a scumbag!

Where did he get the confidence to open a clothing factory?

"Uncle, I'm not kidding, I'm serious."

Jiang Hua smiled bitterly.

After living for a lifetime, his prodigal son turned around.

"Okay, you have indeed changed a lot recently. I believe you once."

The village party secretary stared at him for a long time and patted him on the shoulder.

After some trouble, I dragged several sewing machines to the warehouse to resettle. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Jiang Hua's clothes were soaked.

"It's cold, come in and drink two glasses of wine to drive away the cold."

The village party secretary did not say anything, but forced Jiang Hua to enter the house and drank half a bottle of wine.

Originally, Jiang Hua drank a lot of alcohol in the hotel at night, but now he drinks again, and suddenly he feels 70% or 80% drunk.

When he staggered and returned home, he couldn't even walk steadily.

Su Zhirou had already fallen asleep. When she heard the movement, she stood up alertly and turned on the light.

Seeing her husband's drunken look, she subconsciously frowned, feeling unspeakable boredom.

"Yes, haven't been asleep yet?"

Jiang Hua spoke with a big tongue.

I really drank too much today, and the village party secretary was really good. It was the middle of the night, so why should he drink?

He threw the more than 100 yuan left in his pocket on the table, picked up the enamel cup, and drank water.

After paying the warehouse rent, he only had so much money left in his pocket.

Su Zhirou looked at the pitiful bills, and her sadness arose from her heart and tears flowed out.

My husband is really hopeless. It took only how long it took for this thousand yuan to be obtained, but he lost all his gambling. He really couldn't live this life.

"Zhirou, don't cry, isn't anyone bullying you?"

When Jiang Hua saw his wife crying with the rain, he immediately panicked.

He wanted to reach out to help his wife wipe her tears, but Su Zhirou pushed her away angrily.

"Jiang Hua, you don't want to give Xiaoyue money to look at her eyes. I understand, but have you ever thought about your daughter?"

"Did you buy her a new piece of clothing since her birth?"

"Is it in your heart that gambling is more important than everything? Why are you so ruthless and unrighteous?"

Su Zhirou cried like a cuckoo crying blood, her expression indescribable sadness.

"No, Zhirou, please listen to my explanation."

Jiang Hua felt as if someone had been squeezed hard in his heart.

His wife's trembling body and despairy and desperate eyes broke his heart.

"Woooo, mom, don't cry, Nannan is afraid..."

My daughter was awakened by the quarrels, sat up from the bed, and cried loudly.

"Jiang Hua, I don't want to listen to your explanation. You are just hopeless scum!"

Su Zhirou hugged her daughter in pain and lay down with her back to Jiang Hua, leaving him with a cold back.

My daughter was very well-behaved and was quickly coaxed to sleep, but Su Zhirou always turned her back to Jiang Hua, with stubbornness and resistance on her back.

Jiang Hua sighed in his heart, finally gave up the explanation, carefully found a place beside the bed and lay down.

It was late at night and he tossed and turned, and could not sleep.

In his previous life, after his wife passed away, he would always have a dream repeatedly.

In the dream, it was the way my wife was fished out after she jumped into the river. She just lay there, her eyes tightly opening.

A resentful voice echoed in his ears: "Jiang Hua, where is my daughter? You give it back to me!"

"No, Zhirou, I've got my daughter back, don't leave me!"

Jiang Hua sat up suddenly, gasping for breath.

He had a nightmare again.

"Jiang Hua, what are you making trouble again?"

Su Zhirou fell asleep and was awakened again.

Looking at his wife's face, Jiang Hua suddenly hugged her hard, as if she was afraid that she would disappear as soon as she let go, and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Forget it, I forgive you."

Su Zhirou was silent for a while, said quietly, and then hugged her husband gently with her backhand.

"Zhirou, I swear that I must make you and your daughter happy in this life!"

If you get a wife like this, what else can your husband ask for?

The next day, just as the sky was getting dark, Jiang Hua got up and went to work hard.

There is all the equipment in the factory, but the only thing that is lacking is people.

The aunts and aunts in the village know some cushioning work.

However, it takes less than a month or two to train these women to become skilled turning workers.

What Jiang Hua lacks the most now is time, and he doesn't have the energy to train turning workers from scratch.

Then, I can only go to the city textile factory to poach people.

After Su Zhirou got up, she saw that her husband was gone and the more than 100 yuan on the table was gone, so she smiled sadly.

Everything last night was like a dream.

Gambling a dog is hopeless. Even if only one yuan is left, he will use it to make a comeback. This is Su Zhirou's idea.

Jiang Hua rode a motorcycle to the city.

The car belongs to Wang Erhei. Anyway, he is in jail now and there is no need to use it. Jiang Hua just happened to keep it for him and will return it to him when he is released from prison.

He is not taking over, he is just keeping it for him.

Poaching people from a textile factory is equivalent to digging Kong Zhuo's corner. Jiang Hua still has to be a little bit of shame. This matter has to be carried on Kong Zhuo's back and secretly.

Opposite the textile factory, there is a workers' club. The female workers in the textile factory like to relax during their reps.

In this era, everyone's entertainment method is very simple.

Karaoke is popular, and people sing with microphones, or make appointments for dance partners or ballroom dances are a very fashionable way of leisure.

When Jiang Hua walked in, a group of young men in floral shirts and bell-bottom pants were gathering around to make a fuss.

On the stage was a slim woman with long hair shawls and a small floral dress, who was particularly pure and beautiful.

Her pretty face turned red at this moment, holding the microphone, feeling a little at a loss.

"Li Yue, just sing one."

"Craft Flower, stop being modest, we all know that you sing well."

"Give me a song "Sweet Honey."

The young people applauded and whistled.

Jiang Hua raised his eyebrows. The textile factory had a saying that double flowers were his wife Su Zhirou, and the other one was Li Yue.

After Su Zhirou left, Li Yue was the only one who stood out in the textile factory.
Chapter completed!