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Feng Lin was getting busier and busier. She didn't say anything, but Zhao Jintao could see how tired she was.

Before the hundred-plus sweaters were even finished, Yang Zheng sent two large bags of coats.

Zhao Jintao was in a dilemma. If things continued like this, Feng Lin would be exhausted to death.

Zhao Jintao's first thought was to have Fenglin resign, but the job at the garment factory was obtained by Uncle Zhou through connections, and he would feel sorry for Uncle Zhou if Fenglin suddenly resigned.

After thinking it over, Zhao Jintao called Qiaoqiao to get her opinion.

What opinions does Qiaoqiao have?

She didn't know what to do either, but Zhou Wenhui quickly and decisively gave Zhao Jintao some advice: "The job at the garment factory is just a temporary measure for you. Fenglin has better opportunities, so there's no need to linger. Make a clean break. My father won't have any objections; he'll only be happy for you."

Now that the business has grown significantly, stop living in the Ministry of Agriculture's dormitory. Find a bungalow; the noise of the sewing machine disturbs others' rest, and conflicts are inevitable in the long run. Let Fenglin take on an apprentice. Embroidery isn't the core of the business; as long as you control the supply, no one can steal your business.

Sales will continue to be handled by Zhang Sanhua, and she can also expand her sales reach. The Ministry of Agriculture's dormitory building will eventually reach its capacity. Jin Tao, individual businesses in Huailin are now operating legally, and the provincial capital has relaxed its policies. Be bold and go for it. If you encounter difficulties, don't go to your father; come to me.

Jin Tao, thank you Feng Lin for sending the sweater. We all love it and are so happy for you.

Zhou Wenhui's words deeply moved Zhao Jintao, who repeatedly said, "Wenhui, thank you, thank you Uncle Zhou, you are my guiding light."

"Go ahead and do it, but take care of your health, especially Fenglin, don't let her overwork herself."

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Jintao immediately asked for leave and went to look for an apartment.

Fenglin's matter must be resolved immediately; she's been working too hard.

Fenglin was very tired. After getting home from get off work, he put the groceries in the kitchen, sat on the bed for a while, and then fell asleep.

Within minutes, she suddenly woke up, blaming herself incessantly, wondering how she could have fallen asleep.

Hurry up and cook, Jin Tao will be off work soon.

I still need to mend the sweater tonight, and Sister Sanhua is urging me on.

While washing rice and cooking, picking vegetables, and sitting on the stool, Fenglin's head suddenly sank, and he woke up with a start.

Feng Lin persevered; she's not the type to complain about being tired.

In the countryside, she never complains about being tired despite doing so much work.

She thought that if she did more work, her in-laws would have less to do.

Once in the city, she no longer complained about being tired. Repairing sweaters was a lucrative business; four yuan per sweater, forty yuan for ten, and four hundred yuan for a hundred.

In the countryside, you can't even save four hundred yuan a year. What a great opportunity!

She was tired, and so was Jin Tao. He went to school during the day and went to the seedling field on Sundays, working there all day long.

When I get home, I still have to iron his sweater.

There are still dozens of pieces of clothing left. Once I'm done, I definitely need to take a good rest for a day.

Zhao Jintao returned, and while eating, he issued three orders:

First, Fenglin will resign tomorrow.

Second, move out of the dormitory building immediately; a bungalow has already been found.

Third, find a sewing apprentice as soon as possible. Fenglin will design the patterns, and the apprentice will make them.

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin was utterly shocked: "Jin Tao, the garment factory is such a good job, how could you quit? Uncle Zhou went to great lengths to get me in. How can you just quit like this? How can you face Uncle Zhou?"

Zhao Jintao held Feng Lin's hand and said, "These three points weren't my idea, they were Wen Hui's. Feng Lin, you're too tired. Your abilities are limited. We should do what's best for us."

"But we only have so many sweaters. What if we run out? Won't we lose our jobs?"

Poverty instilled a strong sense of crisis in Fenglin.

"Hehe, Fenglin, you have to trust your man. He's been to Shanghai many times, and the factory manager at the garment factory gives me face. I had Yang Zheng sign a long-term contract with the garment factory, and all the defective clothes from their factory will be given to me."

I also picked up two bags of clothes from the post office today; I put them in the bungalow. Just relax and quit your job; you have plenty of clothes. This time it's not sweaters, it's coats.

Zhao Jintao said proudly, and Feng Lin looked at him with admiration: "Jintao, you're amazing. I never even thought about contracts, and I still have to study."

"Why don't you quit your job? You can take on an apprentice, buy a sewing machine, and the two of you can work much faster."

"Then I'll listen to you."

"Get a good night's sleep tonight, quit your job tomorrow, and we're moving."

"No, I still have a few clothes to finish tonight, and Sister Sanhua is pressuring me to get them done."

"Let her urge me, she urges me every day. Fenglin, good Fenglin, I'm tired too, can we get a good night's sleep tonight?" Jin Tao said coquettishly.

Jin Tao is tired too? Yes, he is too. Feng Lin felt sorry for him and nodded, saying, "Okay, let's get a good rest tonight."

That night, Fenglin didn't work overtime, and Sister Sanhua didn't come knocking on his door.

That night, Zhao Jintao embraced Fenglin, reliving the beautiful moments between husband and wife.

Fenglin blushed shyly, like a young girl.

This was the first time they had an in-depth conversation since the miscarriage.

After tossing and turning all night, Fenglin got up early in the morning, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

She chose two repaired sweaters, one for the class monitor and one for her mentor.

Even though they're gone, we can't forget the kindness they showed us.

I sold hair ties, underwear, and cloth bags in the workshop, and I was very grateful to have the foreman and my mentor taking care of me.

Jin Tao got up lazily, the two ate noodles, Feng Lin went to resign, and Jin Tao packed his things at home, preparing to move.

The newly rented house is not far from the Ministry of Agriculture dormitory. The house has three main rooms, and two side rooms with a kitchen and toilet. It is also relatively bright, but the rent is a bit expensive, costing ten yuan.

Jin Tao thought, "If it's a bit more expensive, so be it. I'll use one room as a bedroom, one room as a studio, and one room as a warehouse."

The most common items in the house are sweaters, and there are several large bags of them. It looks like I'll need to find a tricycle.

Zhao Jintao packed everything up and was about to go find a car when Zhang Sanhua sneaked in, asking in surprise, "Brother Jintao, where are you going?"

"Sister Sanhua, I was just about to come find you. We've moved. It's not far, just in the Lengjiabao shantytown area up ahead."

"Why are you moving? You're doing just fine here." Sister Sanhua asked, puzzled.

"Fenglin is always running the sewing machine, disturbing everyone's rest. Besides, the dormitory is small; look, we don't even have a place to eat."

"Then, is our verbal agreement still valid?" Sanhua was most worried about whether she would still be able to sell the sweater.

"Of course it works! We're just moving places, and Shanghai sent us two big bags of coats, all in the latest styles."

"Really? Oh my god, buddy, that scared me to death! I thought you guys were going to go it alone."

"How could that be? Without Sister Sanhua, no matter how good our clothes are, we wouldn't be able to sell that many!" Zhao Jintao flattered.

"You're right. Don't be fooled by the fact that I've made some money; it's all thanks to my resources. Where are you going?"

"Borrow a tricycle."

"Okay, go borrow a car. I'll watch your things for you, and I'll help you move them to the new house later. Hey, where's Fenglin?"

"Fenglin resigned and will be back soon. Sanhua, you keep an eye on things for me while I go find the car."

"Okay, okay."

Life got better, and Fenglin even resigned because he was too busy with the supply of goods in Shanghai.

Fenglin earns a lot, but I, Sanhua, earn even more. Oh dear, we'll have to add more dishes for the New Year!