When we returned to the village, it was drizzling in the sky.

The five sewing machines that were dragged back could not be accommodated in Jiang Hua's house. His small courtyard was shabby and small.

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

"Hua Zi, what do you want from me this late at night?"

The village party secretary had all gone to bed, put on his clothes and opened the door.

"Uncle Ding, isn't the warehouse where grain was stored at the east end of the village abandoned? I want to rent it."

Jiang Hua rubbed his hands and walked into the house.

The clothes on his body were soaked by the rain, and he felt a little cold.

"Why are you renting a warehouse?"

The village party secretary looked puzzled.

That is to say, Jiang Hua has become successful recently and has been in the news, so he is willing to chat with him more.

If it were Jiang Hua in the past, he wouldn't even bother to look at him.

"I plan to open a small clothing factory, and I have brought all the equipment back."

Jiang Hua pointed to the tractor parked at the door.

"Are you sure you're not joking with me?"

The village party secretary stared at the boss and sounded particularly surprised.

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

He eats too much, gambles and drinks alcohol, and beats his wife every once in a while. This is a scumbag!

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

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

Jiang Hua smiled bitterly.

After reviving his life, he turned back as a prodigal son.

"Well, you have indeed changed a lot recently. I trust you for once."

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

After a lot of fuss, after dragging several sewing machines to the warehouse and setting them up, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

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

"It's cold. Come in and have a couple of glasses of wine to keep the cold away."

The village party secretary couldn't help but drag Jiang Hua into the house and drink half a bottle of wine.

Originally, Jiang Hua drank a lot of wine at the restaurant at night, but now he drank again, and suddenly he was seventy or eighty percent drunk.

When he staggered home, he could hardly walk.

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

Seeing her husband's drunken appearance, she frowned subconsciously, feeling unspeakably annoyed.

"Still, haven't you slept yet?"

Jiang Hua always has a big tongue when talking.

I really drank too much today, and so did the village party secretary. It was so late at night, why did I drag him to drink?

He casually threw the remaining one hundred yuan in his pocket on the table, picked up the enamel cup, and drank water.

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

Su Zhirou looked at the pitiful few banknotes, feeling sad and crying.

My husband is really hopeless. He only got the thousand yuan and lost it all in gambling. He really can't live this life.

"Zhirou, don't cry. Is someone bullying you?"

When Jiang Hua saw his wife crying, she immediately panicked.

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

"Jiang Hua, I understand that you don't want to pay Xiaoyue to see her eyes, but have you ever thought about your daughter?"

"Have you bought any new clothes for my daughter since she was born?"

"Is gambling more important than everything else in your heart? Why are you so heartless and unjust?"

Su Zhirou cried like a cuckoo weeping blood, and her expression was indescribably sad.

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

Jiang Hua felt as if his heart had been pinched hard.

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

"Woo, mom, don't cry, I'm scared..."

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

"Jiang Hua, I don't want to hear your explanation, you are a hopeless scumbag!"

Su Zhirou hugged her daughter heartbrokenly and lay down with her back to Jiang Hua, leaving him with an indifferent back.

The daughter was very well-behaved and was quickly coaxed to sleep. However, Su Zhirou always turned her back to Jiang Hua, showing her stubbornness and resistance.

Jiang Hua sighed inwardly, finally gave up the explanation, and carefully found a place to lie down next to the bed.

In the dead of night, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

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

In the dream, it was the wife who was fished out after jumping into the river. She was lying like that with her eyes open.

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

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

Jiang Hua sat up suddenly, gasping for air.

He had another nightmare.

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

Su Zhirou had fallen asleep and was frightened awake again.

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

"Forget it, I forgive you."

Su Zhirou was silent for a long time, said something quietly, and then gently hugged her husband.

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

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

The next day, as soon as it was dim and bright, Jiang Hua got up and went to work.

We have all the factory equipment, but the only thing missing is people.

The seven aunts and eight aunts in the village are good at sewing and mending.

However, if you want to train these women into skilled lathe workers, you won't be able to do it within a month or two.

What Jiang Hua lacks most now is time. He has no energy to train lathes from scratch.

Then, the only option is to go to the city textile factory to recruit people.

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

Everything last night seemed like a dream.

Dog gambling is hopeless. Even if there is only one yuan left, he will use it to make money. This is Su Zhirou's idea.

Jiang Hua rode a motorcycle and came to the city.

The car belongs to Wang Erhei. He is in jail now and doesn't need it anyway. Jiang Hua just keeps it for him and will return it to him when he is released from jail.

He is not occupying it, he is just keeping it for him.

Poaching people from the textile factory is equivalent to poaching Kong Zhuo's corner. Jiang Hua still wants to save face. This matter has to be done secretly behind Kong Zhuo's back.

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

In this era, everyone’s entertainment methods are very simple.

Karaoke is very popular. Everyone sings with a microphone, or asks a partner to dance a ballroom dance. It is a very fashionable way to relax.

When Jiang Hua walked in, a group of young people in colorful shirts and bell-bottom pants were surrounding him and making noise.

Standing on the stage was a slim woman with long hair shawl and wearing a small floral dress. She was particularly pure and beautiful.

Her pretty face was flushed at this moment, and she was holding the microphone, feeling a little at a loss.

"Li Yue, sing a song."

"Changhua, don't be humble, we all know you sing well."

"Let's sing "Sweet Honey"."

The young people clapped and whistled.

Jiang Hua raised his eyebrows. There was a saying in the textile factory about double flowers. One flower was his wife Su Zhirou, and the other flower was Li Yue.
Chapter completed!