MTL - On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space-Chapter 562 build roads for the village

  Do it when you think of it, Yunmo took out an apple from the first layer of space, cut it open, pulled out the apple seeds inside, and then planted it in the soil of the second layer of space.

  After planting, she took the cup to the toilet to get some water, mixed with a small amount of spiritual spring water, and irrigated it into the soil where the apple seeds were planted.

   After finishing all this, Yunmo quietly stood aside and waited.

  When Yun Mo woke up again, it was already bright outside the window, and Zeng Fang had already woken up, sitting on the head of the bed, and the nurse was taking her temperature with a thermometer.

   "Momo, are you awake? Go wash your face and brush your teeth. Let's go to the cafeteria for breakfast. I heard there are mutton buns."

  Yunmo stroked her forehead speechlessly, "The doctor told you to eat lightly for the next two days."

   "Are the mutton buns still light? I haven't eaten kebabs."

   "..."

  The nurse was amused by Zeng Fang's gluttonous appearance, "Eating one should be fine, don't eat too much, the minced meat is quite greasy."

  With the nurse's "Shangfang Sword", Zeng Fang happily dragged Yunmo to the hospital cafeteria without even changing her hospital gown.

   Come on, seeing how lively Zeng Fang is, her body should be fine.

   Halfway through eating the steamed stuffed bun, Yao Cheng called.

   Knowing that Zeng Fang had gastroenteritis, Yao Cheng and Jian Xun rushed to the hospital quickly.

   Seeing Zeng Fang eating a small steamed bun in her left hand and a tea egg in her right hand, Yao Cheng's expression was indescribable.

   "I said, are you here for treatment or for food?"

   Zeng Fang swallowed the food in her mouth, "Of course, the sickness will recover quickly if you are full."

  Yao Cheng was unable to refute.

  However, seeing that Zeng Fang was fine, Yao Cheng let go of his worries, and turned his head to thank Yun Mo.

   "Yunmo, thanks to you taking care of my family Fangfang, when I have time to come to the provincial capital in the future, I will definitely treat you to dinner."

   Zeng Fang rushed to speak, "What are you waiting for? It's today."

  Jian Xun answered with a smile, "I'm afraid I can't do it today, I have to go to the wedding later."

  Zeng Fang was taken aback, and then slapped her thigh fiercely, "Oh, how could I forget such an important thing, no, I won't eat, I have to keep my stomach..."

   "Don't stay."

Yunmo jokingly interrupted her, "Did you forget what the doctor said? Let your diet be light, and the banquet is full of big fish and meat, which is not suitable for you. I will take you to the bamboo weaving factory in a while, and ask my mother to boil some for you at noon. Porridge to drink."

   Zeng Fang wailed immediately, "Ah, no, Momo, I can eat less, please. You all go to drink wedding wine, and leave me alone in the bamboo weaving factory to drink porridge, do you really have the heart?"

  Yunmo was unmoved, "Did you forget how you rolled on the bed in pain in the middle of the night last night? I was almost scared to death by you, and thought you had acute appendicitis."

  Recalling what happened last night, Zeng Fang couldn't help feeling guilty and remorseful.

   "Then you can pack some delicious food for me, right?"

  Yun Mo shook her head amusedly, "The banquets are all big pot dishes, what's delicious, you raise them for two days first, and I'll make delicious ones for you when you get back to your hometown."

"OK then."

  Hearing that Yunmo was going back to his hometown, Yao Cheng immediately asked: "Yunmo, where is your hometown? Is it fun? It's rare to come here, why don't we go back with you and play for two days."

  “The scenery is not bad. There are hillsides and bamboo forests everywhere. If you are lucky, you can catch pheasants and hares. But the transportation is inconvenient. There are all mountain roads and there is no traffic. You can only walk or take a motorcycle.”

   "Okay, no problem, let's just say that."

  After going through the discharge procedures and sending Zeng Fang to the bamboo weaving factory, the three of Yun Mo went to Zhao's house to pick up Zhao Yazhi for a wedding banquet.

  The wedding ceremony was in Chinese style. The groom wore a red dragon and phoenix gown, the bride was covered with jewels and emeralds, and the gold necklaces and bracelets on her neck and wrists weighed at least one catty.

Zhao Yazhi and Yunmo were discussing the bride's makeup and dowry with great interest, and Yao Cheng cheerfully came over to chime in, "Zhizhi, if you like this kind of Chinese wedding, I'll make you a grander and more lively one when we get married in the future. I will also prepare ten catties of gold jewelry for you to wear from head to toe."

  Zhao Yazhi spat at him blushing, "Go away, who is going to marry you?"

"You don't have to marry me. No matter who you marry, I will move to live opposite your house. I will visit your house every day. When you give birth to a child, I will definitely seal a big gift and treat him like my own son." Well, when he grows up, coax him to call me daddy."

  Zhao Yazhi was so shocked by Yao Cheng's shamelessness that he couldn't speak.

  I thought that Zeng Fang would be bored in the bamboo weaving factory, but she went to the workshop to learn bamboo weaving. When Yunmo and the others returned to the factory after drinking the wedding wine in the afternoon, she had already woven half a mat.

  Yao Cheng saw that her weaving was interesting, so he followed suit, saying that he wanted to weave a mat for Zhao Yazhi, so that Zhao Yazhi would think of him every night when he slept on it.

  Zhao Yazhi said no with distaste, but there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

   Seeing that several people were interested in bamboo weaving, Yunmo left them to play in the workshop, while she went to the office to talk to Huang Zhiqiu about the land of the bamboo weaving factory.

  Huang Zhiqiu said with emotion: "Your dad called me this morning and mentioned it, saying it was a gift for you for the college entrance examination."

   "Mom, I've thought about it. I may not be able to come here often in the future. The land should be transferred to your name, so that you can handle it conveniently if something happens."

  Huang Zhiqiu hesitated, "You should discuss this matter with your father first."

   "Oh, then I'll call him tonight."

   After finishing talking, Yunmo talked about the Huang family in the countryside.

"I prepared a sum of money on hand. I originally wanted to buy the land of the bamboo weaving factory. Now that I don't need to buy the land, I just want to use the money to build a concrete road from the town to the entrance of the village. Mom , what do you think?"

  Huang Zhiqiu was a little shocked, but also a little happy.

"Building roads is of course a good thing, but there is a 20-mile road from the town to our village, and the construction cost is not low. Moreover, the current road is too narrow. If it is expanded, it will inevitably occupy a lot of cropland. People in other villages may not agree to it. Take this loss."

   These days, crop land is the lifeblood of rural people, and every inch of land is contested.

But Yunmo also has a way to deal with it, "Although I will pay for the cost of road construction, I am not going to do it myself. In the name of the bamboo weaving factory, I will directly donate a sum of money to the town to take care of the road construction. Leave it to the town to do it, and when the road is completed, the political achievements belong to the town, and the reputation belongs to the bamboo weaving factory.

  Huang Zhiqiu looked at his daughter with some admiration, "It's a good idea, but it's because of you that you paid such a large sum of money and got nothing."

   "Hey, reputation is both honor and shackles."

   "Okay, you don't care about it yourself, and then mom has nothing to care about."

"Well, after I go back this time, I'll talk to the county about it. If the people in the county or the village ask where the money came from, you can just say that my dad gave you the compensation, so as not to let them Misunderstood how much money this bamboo weaving factory makes."

   "Okay, I know."