Wang Yinghua, who felt good about himself, lowered her head by her elder brother, "This is not OK, that is not OK, so what am I doing?"

Wang Jianming thought for a while and said, "Either go to sell houses and practice your verbal words; or you can be a waiter.

If you can't do it, you go to factories, clothing factories and textile factories, and you need a lot of female workers."

Liu Yunfang hurriedly said: "Brother, Jianmin and I are looking for a job nearby. We can go home every day and take care of our children."

"Practice Mandarin more, there is a lot of work here. As long as you work hard, you can make money." Wang Jianming replied, "If you don't have education and have a high level of attitude and low skills, that's not OK."

Old Mrs. Wang asked: "Jianming, do you really want to divorce Wen Jia?"

Wang Jianming shook his head, "I don't want to get a divorce, but Wen Jia wants to get a divorce, so now I hope that everyone in my family can work peacefully and well.

If you quarrel and cause trouble all day long, you will only be laughed at by others, and your wife and children will be separated.

I have said everything I should say. If I lose my job, I will go back to my hometown to farm with you. Anyway, it is embarrassing enough, and I am not afraid of being pointed at by my hometown people."

After saying that, Wang Jianming left with the key.

He hoped that his father was smart and could convince his mother and younger brothers and sisters.

Old Mrs. Wang was dissatisfied and wanted to say it, but was glared at by the good old man Wang.

Old Man Wang had a dark face, "Tomorrow you take care of Hu Zi at home, don't run around, so as not to get lost. We will all go out to find a job tomorrow. Jianming's salary alone cannot support our family at all.

Besides, if you don’t work here, why do you come here? It’s better to go back to your hometown, at least the expenses can be lower.

As for Wen Jia and Jianming's affairs, don't worry about them. Let them deal with their young people. Don't tell your son all day long about the big daughter of yellow flowers. Now our hometown has a bride price of 88,000 yuan. Do you have it?"

Old Mrs. Wang was dissatisfied, "My son works as a doctor in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. When I say something, many people must not have money to marry their daughter to my son."

Old Man Wang asked again: "What about?"

"How great it would be to have a big fat boy!" said Mrs. Wang, thinking that her idea was right, so she should do this.

Old Man Wang said unhappily: "Do you think everyone has a good temper like Wen Jia? Who among the married people in the countryside just lives their own life? Then someone will get Jianming's salary card and you want to get a penny."

"That's the money my son earns. Why don't you respect me?" Old Mrs. Wang became unhappy and anxious.

Old Man Wang sneered, "Just because they are a couple, if they don't give it to you, you can't do anything. Then the mess will be a mess. If you go to your son's office, you will be undecent at all. If you lose your son's job, you will be happy?"

Old Mrs. Wang thought that the people in the village were very envious of her. If she had returned to her hometown like this, she would have been laughed at by those people!

When Mrs. Wang saw that she couldn't tell the old man, she had to say, "Anyway, you have the final say in our family. You can do whatever you want!"

When Wang Minmin returned home at night, she was already asleep.

Bai Wenli asked: "Sister, do you really want to get a divorce?"

Bai Wenjia nodded, "Yes, I want to get a divorce. Such a marriage is very depressing. There is no happiness at all, and there is a lot of messy things.
Chapter completed!