Girls are extroverted.

This is a very popular consensus in rural areas.

Liu Chunlai couldn't evaluate anything. His experiences these days made him know that this was not a rumor, but a fact.

Girls will get married sooner or later, no matter how they promote the promotion of having children, it will be the same. The traditional ideas that have lasted for thousands of years are difficult to change.

"The girls in the team will get married sooner or later. If you have the opportunity to make money, you will definitely let all your family work hard, rather than those girls who are about to get married..." Tian Li thought Liu Chunlai didn't understand.

Yang Cuihua also added, "No, there are many girls in the team, and there are more men who are fine!"

"Although most of the sewing were men before, compared to women, it was too difficult for men to learn." Hu Dingyuan also spoke next to him.

He is unwilling to take the male apprentice, it takes too long.

Girls are skillful and skillful. If they just teach using sewing machines and can do simple work, they can hand over it in less than a month.

Bring one out, it costs twenty yuan.

"Okay, let's talk about this matter when I come back from the mountain city." Liu Chunlai sighed, there was no one to choose a person now.

No money on your hands, no one listens to your words.

He did not let the women in the garment factory keep secrets, and these women could not keep secrets at all.

It’s better to let others be mentally prepared first.

The modification of 156 pairs of pants does not take very long.

Hu Dingyuan compared several templates with a ruler, and cutters directly compared the templates, and then sewed them by six sewing workers.

The main size of this thing is the waist.

The bigger the legs of the trousers, the longer they are, the more popular they are.

Especially young people in the city who have begun to pursue trends.

"Uncle Gao Quan, please keep your accounts for everyone. In addition, help with the costumes, we will have to leave early tomorrow morning." Before it was dark, more than a hundred pairs of pants were modified.

Liu Chunlai gave up the idea of ​​trying it on himself.

If he wears it, these women will probably change their taste if they are spread.

Didn’t you see that they all despise such pants?

Several women directly helped to pack the modified pants in two large sacks of grain, without folding or packaging.

Liu Chun shook his head when he saw it.

If you become famous in the future, you must not do this.

Looking at the two bulging sacks, Liu Chunlai asked them to find a few pieces of oil paper to wrap them so that they would not get wet before giving up.

There is no appearance at all...

Just as Liu Chunlai was about to find Liu Zhiqiang, he came with his forehead swollen and Liu Jiuwa, who was still not bandaged.

Liu Chunlai frowned.

"Uncle Jiu is familiar with the mountain city, and the eighth ancestor asked him to take him with him." Liu Zhiqiang explained.

"Before liberation, I was working hard there..." Liu Jiuwa was a little embarrassed.

He is familiar with the mountain city thirty years ago.

"Okay, we will take these two packs of pants away tomorrow. The boat for transporting pigs at the food station in Wangshan Commune will set off at 6 o'clock in the morning..."

Liu Chunlai didn't say anything. At least, Liu Jiuwa would be more familiar with Liu Zhiqiang, who had never been to the mountain city. After explaining to the two, he was about to go home.

"Uncle Chunlai, the Eighth Ancestor is calling you for dinner tonight..." Liu Zhiqiang pulled Liu Chunlai, "You are the flag bearer, and the old men in the team tonight..."

"Say to the Eighth Patriarch, let's eat this meal when you come back from the mountain city." Liu Chunlai refused.

Master Liu Ba is a mature person, and he is definitely a Hongmen Banquet.

Go to Shancheng to get some money first, and then go if you have the confidence.

What else did Liu Zhiqiang say? Liu Chun looked at him and smiled bitterly, "It was like this at the brigade headquarters at noon. My mother hasn't completely relieved yet. Tell me to the Eighth Patriarch."

Liu Zhiqiang couldn't persuade him anymore.

Mr. Liu Ba’s home is not far from the lower left corner of the public housing. A three-entry wooden house has a history of at least two hundred years.

That is the Liu family’s ancestral house.

At that time, Mr. Liu Badi divided his property and everyone around him built houses, so no one later distributed Mr. Liu Badi's house.

At this time, the kitchen was already busy.

"Where is Chunlai?" Mr. Liu Ba, who was sitting in the black wooden free chair in the middle of the courtyard, was drinking tea with a purple clay pot with a fist. He watched Liu Zhiqiang and Liu Jiuwa come over, but did not see Liu Chunlai.

Liu Zhiqiang said Liu Chunlai's words.

The old man sighed, "Let them stop cooking. Take off two pieces of bacon from the stove, and let each household make up some eggs, rice and flour, and you can send them there."

"Eighth Ancestor, isn't this suitable?" Liu Zhiqiang hurriedly dissuaded, "Each family has no food..."

"Nothing! You can't remember what Yang Aiqun said in front of so many people today? Liu Fuwang has been the captain of the team. What farm work has been done on one day? He has also paid all the money and food at home. That family is supported by her! Now, she has no longer stopped Chunlai as the flag bearer, and we can't tell others! Every household has paid, keep the accounts."

Master Liu Ba is very serious.

"By the way, catch two laying hens and send them to her." Mr. Liu Ba added.

Liu Zhiqiang did not dare to refute, and immediately looked for someone surnamed Liu with Liu Jiuwa in the team.

Each family did not object. How many kilograms of wheat are your family, how many kilograms of rice are his family, or just three or five eggs...

Yang Cuihua caught the only two old hens in the family and handed them to Liu Zhiqiang.

Her husband Liu Wenhai was extremely angry and kept roaring: "You prodigal woman, just take a few eggs. The chickens are all given. Where can I get the money to buy kerosene and salt in the future? You might as well give yourself to Liu Chunlai, it just so happens that he lacks a wife!"

Yang Cuihua ignored him and still handed the chicken to Liu Zhiqiang.

Liu Wenhai came to rob him, but was kicked to the ground by Yang Cuihua.

"You guys, don't come to help!"

The short Liu Wenhai was no match for Yang Cuihua, and immediately shouted at the bachelor brothers standing by the ground dam.

The few people were glared at by Yang Cuihua, and Wei Nuonuo did not dare to step forward.

"Aunt Cuihua, this..."

"When I got married, he told his parents in front of everyone, I was in charge!" Yang Cuihua emphasized this point.

When Liu Wenhai heard this, he sat on the ground and didn't dare to make a fuss.

This woman has a lot of opinions.

"Yang Cuihua, you are so snatching your wife now! You gave away two hens at home! You don't even see what you look like, but if you stick it up, Liu Chunlai can look down on you..."

Not long after Liu Zhiqiang left, Wu Wenhai went to carry his mother.

An old lady with small feet doesn't walk very easily.

The old lady cursed as soon as she arrived at the edge of the yard.

Then he said to Liu Wenhai and a few bachelor brothers: "You won't go and get the chicken back!"

"Who dares? I caught the chicken from my parents' home and fed it!" Yang Cuihua shouted angrily when she saw the two brothers going to chase Liu Zhiqiang.

"You are a dead woman, Wen Hai is cowardly, I'm not dead yet! You just want to hook up with another man..." The old lady with little feet cursed again.

These words are extremely unpleasant.

Yang Cuihua looked cold, "Mom, you'd better accumulate some virtue. Do you insist on letting these brothers go on like this for the rest of your life? Qingfeng 19, how many families have you said? Who would marry her daughter to our family? A group of old bachelors!"

"Okay! OK! I'll pay you my life today..."

The old lady jumped off Liu Wenhai's back and rushed towards Yang Cuihua.

"Mom..." A thin man who was about the same age as Liu Wenhai stopped the old lady, "Sister-in-law is also for us. Yang Aiqun was unwilling to let Chunlai be the captain..."

"He Liu Chunlai became the captain. Can he really ask for a wife for you?" The old lady snorted coldly.

"Liu Chunlai may not be able to do it, but he can make the people in the team full and have money to use!" Yang Cuihua said coldly, turned around and entered the room.

"I'm so taken care of this day. Why can't I raise this crappy son? Even my wife can't keep it..." The old lady began to cry loudly in the yard.

Liu Zhiqiang, who was carrying two hens from Liu Wenhai's family, heard the quarrels coming from behind and wanted to send them back.

But he was stopped by Liu Jiuwa, who was carrying two chickens in one hand.

Among them is a very beautiful big red rooster.

"That woman Yang Cuihua is smart!"

"Brother Jiu, you only have four chickens..." Looking at Liu Jiuwa, Liu Zhiqiang looked shocked.

Liu Jiuwa is more precious than anything else. He is reluctant to eat these chickens, so he has to feed them with grain.

A few chickens not only lay eggs all year round, but also hold a few nests of chickens every year. Almost all the chickens from the nearby teams were hatched by Liu Jiuwa's chickens.

"If you keep them, you can't get a wife. Chunlai wants to set up a chicken farm..."
To be continued...