"Brother, my Bingkun said that after the Chinese New Year, he will go to the capital with you to develop, and I will go too."
"What are you going to do?" Old Zheng glared at his sister.
"You can't let us live in separate places, right?"
"Besides, I want to have a second child, but if he is not around, who should I look for to have the baby?"
"Pfft~"
Cao Yunzhi and Xiao Yingying both sprayed tea, and Zheng Zhi looked even more contemptuous.
"How old do you have to be to have children?"
"What? If you can't give birth to a child yourself, why don't you allow others to give birth?"
Zheng Huiwen was afraid of her younger brother, so she didn't protest loudly, and glanced at the Yang family father and son with a guilty conscience.
"I encouraged Huiwen to have a second child. Bingkun, you have to cooperate with her so that there will be many fat boys in the family on the first day of the new year next year."
Yang Bingkun blushed, lowered his head and drank tea fiercely.
Seeing this, the old lady was very unhappy.
"What? You're not happy?"
"No, no, Mom, Huiwen is 43 years old this year. She is an advanced maternal age. Pregnancy and childbirth are risky."
"What's the danger? Life is getting better and better now, and airplanes and cannons are being built on TV. How can it be difficult to have a child? In the early years, when you were 48 or 9, or when you were 50, were you less likely to have children?"
"Mom, we can't compare with that time."
"Why can't we compare? If you each give me more grandchildren, can I force Huiwen to have a second child?"
Cao Yunzhi and Xiao Yingying were restless.
The two brothers were unhappy.
"Mom, every year the topic is about having children. Can the fate between children and parents be forced? When fate comes, it will come naturally." Zheng Zhi said with a dark face.
"Haha, fate? Are you telling me that your child has no fate with you, or with your wife?"
"Mom, what are you talking about? Come on, let's go home after dinner. If you want to give birth, let Hui Wen give birth to her. If she can give birth, I will give her a big red envelope immediately." Old Zheng walked out angrily.
"Dad, are you going home tonight?"
Yang Bingkun looked at his son with a wry smile, "I have to stay and cooperate with your mother!"
Yang Bin looked at his father sympathetically. What did marriage do to him? He didn't want to get married and find another woman who was just like his mother.
In a blink of an eye, it was the fifth day of the first lunar month and we were eating dumplings. Grandma, grandpa and uncle came, and the whole family gathered around to make dumplings.
When Wang Changgui came to visit, he used to look for Su Mingcheng, but now he looks for Su Jian.
"Cui Youfa?"
Su Jian said she didn't know this person. Weitang Village was so big that she couldn't name half of them, and she didn't know where he lived.
"That's the person who sold our pot lid for ten yuan." Su Mingcheng added at the side.
Oh, I know who it is.
Seven years ago, when Su Jian was still in elementary school, her family needed a new lid for the large iron pot. There was a carpenter in the village, so she naturally asked Cui Youfa for help.
It was cooked in three days, and they were originally offered to pay 8 yuan. Cui Youfa temporarily raised the price, saying that his pot was not round, and after a lot of effort, he finally asked for 10 yuan.
The pot lid had long since rotted into a pile of wood slag, and was later replaced with an aluminum one, which is still in use today.
"He's a carpenter. He said that for a day's work in the south, the boss would pay him fifty yuan."
When craftsmen become popular, you can indeed earn fifty a day as a carpenter, but that is in the economically developed South.
"You can join, but the salary is not high. According to Boss Zheng's quotation, small workers are ten yuan a day, and large workers are fifteen yuan a day. A technician like him can get up to thirty yuan a day. Ask him if he can do it."
After Wang Changgui left, his son Wang Jianbo came over with a book and asked questions.
The boy failed to participate in the Hua Luogeng Cup Mathematics Competition, and he looked more gloomy than a little old man.