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Zhang Caihua looked at the stack of money and looked to the left and then to the right. After making sure that no one was looking, he lowered his voice and said, "Follow me to the warehouse and tell you not to stay here."

Lu Qingyu collected the money again.

Zhang Caihua took the two of them to the warehouse, and met acquaintances on the way to say hello.

"Who are these two people?" A curious elder sister looked at Lu Qingye and Feng Dongyang.

Zhang Caihua said with a smile: "These two are my brothers. These are my lover's biological brothers."

"Oh, your lover's brother is quite handsome. Does this young man have a partner?" Sister Ma stood in front of Feng Dongyang, looked left and right, and beat Feng Dongyang like an object. She patted Feng Dongyang's arm with satisfaction, "You are such a good brother-in-law."

Zhang Caihua knows that Sister Ma likes to introduce people to others. But her brother-in-law is not an ordinary person, and she can't make the decision when it comes to her brother-in-law's affairs.

She pulled Sister Ma aside and whispered: "Sister, I don't dare to make the decision about my brother-in-law. I can't even say a word about his affairs."

Sister Ma suddenly became energetic: "What's going on? You, my brother-in-law..."

"This is my mother-in-law's baby bump."

That's all Zhang Caihua said, but her expression said it all.

Sister Ma glanced at Feng Dongyang again, and said with great pity: "No wonder this boy is so old and still has no partner. You have to go back and talk to your lover. Your mother-in-law must be a decent person. No matter how good your son is, How can you be so picky? Be careful that you will delay your son in the future."

Zhang Caihua sighed: "As a daughter-in-law, I am an outsider in the eyes of others. This means that I have a job. If I don't have a job, I won't be able to say a word in their family."

"Hey, that's fine for you. There's no pressure. Although your mother-in-law is a bit forceful, she doesn't ask for your salary from you. That's pretty good."

Sister Ma felt relieved and comforted Zhang Caihua in turn.

"Sister, I won't tell you anymore. I have to take my brother over to get some of that cloth."

Their dyeing and weaving factories will distribute the dyed cloth to employees as benefits.

Zhang Caihua went home and took a lot of it. There was no shortage of this cloth at home. Moreover, their family all ate commercial grain.

Life is much better than other people's lives.

So her quota is piled here, and she hasn't taken it home for the past three months.

Otherwise, if her brother-in-law found his head, she would not give him any cloth.

Arrived at the warehouse.

Zhang Caihua asked Lu Qingye: "Brother, how much cloth do you want? Ours is not a defective product, and the dyeing is not ordinary ugly. The factory usually lets us take it home for our own use, and there are several feet of cloth every month. But a lot of these cloths can't be used to make clothes, and everyone is not very willing to ask for them. If you want more, I will ask my colleagues to get it together, and everyone will give you what they have. "

"Do you want a ticket?" Lu Qingye asked.

"No. This cloth doesn't require a stamp. The price is much cheaper than decent, good cloth. If you want it, I'll give you thirty-five cents per foot."

Zhang Caihua took a piece of cloth and showed it to Lu Qingye, and added: "These cloths are not of high quality, they are cotton. Take it home and make a bedding sheet. The quilt cover is quite useful."

Thirty-five cents per foot of defective fabric is actually not cheap.

After hearing what Meng Wantang meant, Lu Qingye wanted to make all the cotton-padded clothes, trousers, and bedding at home.

Calculated this way, a lot of cloth is needed.

When he was about to speak, he found a pile of white cotton inside. Lu Qingye thought that the clothes Meng Wantang wore to bed at night were made of white cotton herself.

Meng Wantang is usually reluctant to wear them. When she gets up to wash the clothes every morning, she still mutters: "If there are two more feet of cloth, I will definitely make it bigger."

She seems to love pure white cotton.

"Sister-in-law, can you sell that pure white cotton cloth? How much does it cost?"

Zhang Caihua followed his line of sight, opened his mouth and said in surprise: "This cotton cloth has been sitting here for two years, and it can't be sold at all. Do you still want this thing?"

Even Feng Dongyang looked at Lu Qingye in surprise.

Nowadays, there is Deliang, and everyone likes to wear the clothes made by Deliang in beautiful and bright colors.

No one likes this kind of pure cotton.

Only when I have something to do at home would I buy a lot of this cloth and take it home for use.

Lu Qingye said firmly: "Just tell me how much the cloth will cost and whether you want a ticket."

"These white cotton cloths are free of charge, only fifty cents per foot."

When Lu Qingye heard that there was no need to vote for this step, he directly took out ten yuan and handed it over.

"I buy cotton cloth for 30 yuan. The defective cloth here costs 60 yuan."

Zhang Caihua is in charge of the warehouse and does good accounting.

She thought about it in her mind and knew how many people she would need to recruit to sell cloth.

"Wait a minute, I'll call someone."

Zhang Caihua was very excited and ran out after a while. When she came back, there were four or five lesbians following her.

"This is my cousin. He wanted to buy some cloth to go back to the countryside. He didn't buy it alone, he bought it on behalf of his fellow villagers. So he bought a lot at once. I called everyone over, I calculated that the cloths in our hands are just enough."

Zhang Caihua was also responsible for helping to pull the strings, and did not accept the money directly, lest everyone mistakenly think that she was taking advantage of it.

It's better to call people over and talk face to face.

"Just look at the arrangement."

Zhang Caihua was responsible for getting the cloths, and the female comrades signed on them. After all the comrades signed on them, all the cloths were placed on the cart.

Lu Qingye gave the money to those lesbians again.

Zhang Caihua signed the white cotton cloth that Lu Qingye bought and put the money on the other side, ready to hand it over to the accountant.

All the accounts are clear and there are no problems.

"Thank you sister-in-law. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Lu Qingye thanked Zhang Caihua.

Zhang Caihua said with a smile: "Thank you. If you need these cloths again in the future, feel free to come and buy them. But you bought so much this time. It will take several years."

"We have a lot of children in our family. If we don't take these back, we can make two clothes for the children. It won't take more than two years and the cloth will be used up."

"Sister-in-law, let's go first, you go about your business."

Feng Dongyang said hello to his sister-in-law, pushed the car and walked out.

"Then I won't send you."

"No need to send it away. Sister-in-law, you are busy with your business."

Lu Qingye wanted to help, but Feng Dongyang refused. He said: "I can just push him, and everyone will know that I am my sister-in-law's brother-in-law."

"Success, let's go."

The two of them came out of the textile factory and loaded all the fabrics into the car.

Feng Dongyang drove: "Director, I will send it back to you."

Lu Qingye did not refuse.

The drive back was very fast, and we arrived at the place in just a few minutes.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he heard Meng Wantang's voice educating his son from the yard.

"Comrade Lu Suihe, when you fight with someone, you can't match their strength, so where do you want to hit them? Lift your foot and kick them in the crotch, you know?"

Feng Dongyang paused, not knowing whether to go in or leave.