"Sister, Xiao Yue is right, if we tire you out and you fall ill, your husband would be heartbroken." Tang Mingli continued the conversation: "Sister, don't worry, it doesn't matter if you can't use the sewing machine, the factory has masters, I can ask them to teach you. As long as you are willing to leave home, you can come to the county to work every day."
"Forget it." Tang Zheng Yue thought about it and pursed her lips in response, making sewing machine work, sitting there every day making clothes, was not as comfortable as staying at home.
"Uncle, as a carpenter, you must be earning quite a bit too, right?" Tang Yue looked at Zhao Youwei and inquired.
Zhao Youwei shook his head and said: "There are many carpenters, there's some work in the second half of the year, but not much in the first half."
