Wufu pouted, thinking that Lian Weiming no longer believed her. She also felt a sense of what she should not do or what she should do.

Lian Weiming would glar at her and said coldly, "If you want to talk about things, you can say it during the day, you don't have to wait until night."

"Wasn't Mo Jin busy during the day?" Wu Fu blinked at Lian Weiming and whispered, "Besides, we are talking about serious things."

"I didn't say it was an inappropriate thing, and serious things should be said during the day." Lian Weiming said.

Well, Lian Weiming has clear logic and outstanding eloquence. Wufu can't say it. She glanced at Mo Jin.

Mo Jin was easy to talk to today. He smiled at her, then glanced at Lian Weiming and said deliberately, "If I come back early in the future, I will take an hour to teach you how to practice calligraphy."

Mo Jin is very good at speaking. In one sentence, he not only explained what he was doing just now, but also eliminated the troubles and won them an hour of getting along every day.

Wufu glanced at Lian Weiming, and saw that Lian Weiming didn't say anything, and immediately responded.

Wufu signed a temporary contract with Song Ze, so the factory will be started.

First, we need to choose a factory address. Although it is a small processing plant, it also requires a wider area. We need to build a house and put raw materials. Wufu and the others discussed it and finally decided to build the factory in the place of Wufu's thatched hut in the back mountain of Wufu, demolish the thatched hut, and then build a small yard as a processing plant.

Although the bricks for building houses are pulled directly from the brick factory, such as woodworks, Lian Weiming and Lian Okura can do it, they still have to ask someone to help build the house.

Wufu and Mulan went out and planned to go and see the village's special mud and tiles team. They have to have time these days. If they have time, they will give them more money and then get some work.

After Wufu went out, there were only an old lady and a few women at home. Now it was the second half of the year and there was no harvest in the field. When the old lady was fine, she would lay the soles at home and sew clothes. Tian Xiaorong took over the wool that Wufu bought before, knit sweaters for her family, and Su Ying did the housework at home.

Su Ying also helped Lian Xiayue see the child.

Anyway, Liu Hongyu is not at home, and her family lives in harmony and warmth, and each performs her own duties, which is quite good.

However, these peaceful days will always be destroyed.

After Wufu went out for about half an hour, the old lady was chatting in the yard with a smile when suddenly a voice came from the door, "Aunt, you are at home."

The old lady looked up and found that it was Wufu's aunt Zhou Xilan standing at the door of her house with her son in her arms. However, her son Duobao's legs seemed to be a little wrong, and several layers of gauze were wrapped around it. Zhou Xilan's face was not very good either. She immediately had a bad premonition in her heart.

However, she and Tian smiled and both stood up, walked to the door, greeted enthusiastically, "Oh, it's Xiaotian's mother here, come, hurry up, go into the house and sit in the room."

In fact, the old ladies and the others did not like this relative. In the past, Zhou Xilan always had to take a lot of things from home every time she came to her house. Nowadays, who is living a better life and who can hold on to her like that?

However, with the matter of Xiaotian and Lian Weihao, the old lady was still much more polite to Zhou Xilan today.
Chapter completed!