Sixty hot wives have space

"You?" Mrs. Hu blushed, feeling that she had been humiliated in front of so many people, and immediately shouted angrily,

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say that?"

"I think you just can't stand loneliness, you want to marry someone, and you don't want to give me a retirement home."

"Yingjie, open your eyes and see how unfilial your daughter-in-law is!"

"How long have you been away? She has started to disown her mother, and she is going to separate herself from her mother!"

Bai Chunliu was not in a hurry, but said slowly, "When you said that, many people in the village heard it, including the old party secretary."

"I didn't want to break faces with you, but if you insisted on forcing me, then I had no choice but to ask the old branch secretary to come out and be a witness for me."

Didn't she say this, Mrs. Hu herself is the clearest.

She said it, but can she admit it at this time?
Certainly not!
If he admits it, Bai Chunliu, a cooked duck, will fly away!

What about the money?What about the house?What about my grandson and youngest son?
Her youngest son is just the age to discuss marriage, and her eldest grandson will also discuss marriage in two years, but the family is poor, and her eldest grandson still sleeps in the same room with her son and daughter-in-law!
When the eldest grandson marries a wife, can't the daughter-in-law sleep in the same room as the parents-in-law?
In order for their grandchildren to successfully marry their wives, their family had to build a house.

But building a house requires money. Among the dozen or so members of the Cui family, none of them was selected as a worker. With the little work points they earned, they didn’t even have enough food. Where did they get the money to build the house?
There was no way, Mrs. Hu turned her mind on Bai Chunliu again.

Although Du Ruo beat her up last time, Mrs. Hu has indeed been honest for a while.

But I can't stand it anymore. The wages of the workers in the spicy strip factory are high, tens of yuan a month, and it has long been spread in the village.

Bai Chunliu is a widow, with a salary of tens of yuan a month, Mrs. Hu is greedy!
As long as Bai Chunliu's salary is collected and saved for a year, she can build several houses for several grandchildren.

Hearing that the hot strip factory was paying wages today, Mrs. Hu came here in a hurry.

Although she was a little afraid of Du Ruo, as long as she could get money out of Bai Chunliu's hands, she would not be afraid of anything for the sake of her grandchildren.

"I'm angry!" Mrs. Hu sat down on the ground, wanting to howl
"Stop! Stop!"

Du Ruo stood up and looked at Mrs. Hu with a headache on her face, "If you have something to say, don't just sit on the ground and cry."

"Who do you want to threaten?"

"I told you last time, Bai Chunliu is my employee, you, don't try to bully her."

"Besides, you still have three sons. How dare you let your broken-off daughter-in-law take care of you?"

"If word of this gets out, who would dare to marry into your family? Who would have to say behind your back that your three sons are incompetent and incapable, so they want your widowed daughter-in-law to take care of you."

"You're not ashamed to say those things."

When the onlookers heard Du Ruo's words, they all spoke in agreement.
"Yes, Mrs. Hu, you have been bullying Chunliu for so many years, isn't that enough?"

"For Miaomiao's sake, you can't be so terrific, can you?"

"Let me tell you, Mrs. Hu, if you go on like this, do you still want your son and grandson to enter the spicy strip factory?"

When Mrs. Hu saw that the villagers were blaming her, she became angry for a while.

She actually wanted to stand up and refute loudly, but seeing Du Ruo's frosty face, she couldn't open her mouth.

Seeing Mrs. Hu's hesitation, Du Ruo raised her eyebrows and said, "Actually, our spicy strip factory is still expanding now, and we will definitely recruit workers in the future. If your grandson, son, and daughter-in-law didn't enter the factory, it must be yours. People who don't meet our requirements."

"In the future, as long as you meet our requirements, then our spicy strip factory will definitely still want it,"

"Really?" Mrs. Hu got up from the ground nimbly when she heard the words, and excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Du Ruo's hand, "What you said is true, my son, daughter-in-law, grandson, there will be more in the future." Opportunity to enter the factory?"

"You won't lie to me, will you?"

Du Ruo wanted to pull out her hand, this old lady Hu was quite strong, she felt that Du Ruo wanted to pull out her hand, as if she was afraid of losing this opportunity, old lady Hu held onto Du Ruo's hand tightly, her eyes He stared straight at Du Ruo, as if afraid of Du Ruo's repentance.

Du Ruo was afraid of hurting Mrs. Hu, so she didn't dare to use force. After all, Mrs. Hu was old, so she used a little bit of strength. If she broke Mrs. Hu's bone, what should she do?

So, Du Ruo had no choice but to nod and said, "The spicy strip factory is the spicy strip factory in Niujiawan. When the factory expands and needs to recruit workers, it must give priority to recruiting people from Niujiawan."

"My wish is that all people in Niujiawan can get rid of poverty and become rich."

"Aren't your Cui family from Niujiawan?"

Facing Du Ruo's question, Mrs. Hu straightened her back, responded loudly, and looked honored, "Of course we are from Niujiawan, our family is still the eighth generation of poor peasants."

"Well," Du Ruo nodded, "That's good, you have to have confidence in yourself!"

"As long as you are obedient and follow the requirements, and the next recruitment meets the requirements, I promise to recruit you."

Mrs. Hu was happy, stopped making trouble, and left happily.

After Mrs. Hu left, the rest of the people came to Du Ruo's side one after another, with concerned expressions on their faces, and asked in a hurry:
"Director, does our factory really need to recruit workers?"

"When will we recruit workers? My brother is also old enough to work. If he can find a job in our hot strip factory, his future marriage will be settled."

"Yes, factory manager, you don't know that as long as workers in our village enter the spicy strip factory, they are very popular now."

"In the past, when we talked about marriage, when many people heard that they were from Niujiawan, their girls didn't want to marry at all. What about now?"

"Many people are vying to marry into our Niujiawan!"

As the few people talked, they laughed happily.

"Yes, the girls from my natal family have asked me to be a matchmaker, saying that they want to marry in, but there are so many good young people in our village!"

"Yeah, people don't like young people who haven't entered the factory."

"As long as the young people who can enter the factory are now fragrant pot pots."