The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Jiang Baohai canceled his usual social engagements in order to have dinner with Gu Jingzhou, and had a rare day of free time at home.

The couple planned to sleep in until they naturally woke up, but Gao Qinghe's stomach couldn't hold it in and she woke up hungry early.

I got up, ate something, and wanted to go back to sleep for a nap, but I felt wide awake.

I was taking a walk in the yard to digest my food when the phone rang.

Jiang's mother answered the phone; it was for Gao Qinghe, and she was asked to answer it.

It was a call from Lu Gaoming's secretary, Xiao Zhang, saying that the craft materials had almost been delivered to her home.

The phone call had barely ended when they heard the sound of a car approaching.

Normally, only minivans that pick up passengers pass through the town; delivery trucks are rarely seen.

The minibuses that pick up passengers don't usually come at this time.

Jiang's mother was wondering where the car came from when she saw Gao Qinghe walk to the gate of the courtyard and call for people to carry two large cardboard boxes in.

"Just put it by the door in the lobby, thank you."

Gao Qinghe smiled as she saw the person off before closing the door and returning.

Jiang's mother stood at the entrance of the hall, holding a basin for washing vegetables, and looked curiously at the two large cardboard boxes.

"What did you buy again?" She assumed it was something Gao Qinghe had bought from the city.

Over the past few months, Jiang's mother has gotten used to her daughter-in-law's extravagant spending.

Now that they know Gao Qinghe can earn a lot of money on her own, they have even less right to say anything.

I just occasionally feel a pang of regret about money and grumble a bit before trying to save it.

Gao Qinghe gestured for her mother-in-law to put the vegetable bowl down first, "I didn't buy this; it's material delivered from the button factory."

As Jiang's mother put down the vegetable basin, she saw Gao Qinghe open two large cardboard boxes, revealing a large pile of button decorations inside, which were packed in nylon bags.

They come in all colors and patterns, and there's something for everyone.

Gao Qinghe hooked a small stool with her foot and sat down in front of the box. "Look, this is a regular button, this is a decorative flower, and this is adhesive. Apply this adhesive to the button, then press the decorative flower right in the center, hold it for five seconds, and then release it."

Gao Qinghe quickly demonstrated to her mother-in-law how to make decorative buckles.

Some are glued together, some are wrapped with thin wire, and some are fastened together with metal snap fasteners.

Anyone with normal intelligence and some practical skills can easily handle it.

The only requirement is to be patient.

After demonstrating everything, Gao Qinghe clapped her hands, stood up, and gestured for Jiang's mother to try it herself.

Jiang's mother hadn't yet realized why she was doing this, and she blindly followed Gao Qinghe's instructions, making a few decorative buttons in a daze.

Gao Qinghe picked it up to check, and found that everything was done quite well, without taking much time.

He immediately looked at his mother-in-law with satisfaction and said, "Mom, I knew this job was perfect for you. No one else could have made such a perfect decorative button on the first try!"

Jiang's mother asked, bewildered, "Work? What work? Whose work?"

“Your work! The smaller ones are one cent each, and the more complex styles are three cents and five cents each. You are not skilled now, but once you are skilled, making two or three hundred a day in your spare time will not be a problem.”

Gao Qinghe told her mother-in-law the truth: "Families working at the factory can steadily earn ten yuan a month, and those who are particularly diligent can earn twenty yuan a month."

Jiang's mother asked in a daze, "You can earn twenty a month just by gluing on a button like this?"

Gao Qinghe nodded emphatically: "Of course!"

"Made for me?" Jiang's mother confirmed again.

Gao Qinghe nodded emphatically again: "Yes, I finally found you this easy and simple job that you can do at home."

Jiang's mother was stunned.

Gao Qinghe raised her hand and waved in front of her eyes, "Mom?"

Jiang's mother slowly looked up at her, a little nervously asking, "Do you think I don't earn enough money?" Gao Qinghe rubbed her forehead, slumped onto the sofa, too lazy to explain this nonsense, and said directly:
"If you're not happy about it, I'll have your son take these materials back later."

"No, no!" Jiang's mother instinctively tried to stop her, though she didn't know why she was doing so.

Perhaps, the temptation of earning twenty yuan a month is too hard to resist!
Instead of washing the vegetables, Jiang's mother squatted in front of the box and began to examine the button patterns inside, pondering them.

These two large boxes, at a rate of 200 per day, will probably only take about ten days to make.

"If it's finished, how do we deliver it?"

The thought of having to pay 50 cents for delivery, which would cost a dollar round trip, made Jiang's mother feel the pinch.

Gao Qinghe pointed to the bicycles that weren't used much in the yard, "Ride your own bike. I've already talked to Director Lu. This is the first time we'll deliver to your door. From now on, you'll pick up and deliver the goods yourself. Keep track of the accounts and settle accounts monthly."

Jiang's mother hesitated, saying, "I don't know how to ride that bicycle."

Gao Qinghe: "If you don't know how, then learn!"

Now that we have some time, let's pull the old lady who was squatting in front of the box up.

"Come on, let me show you around a couple of times so you can get a feel for it. Learning to ride a bicycle is very simple. You can even ride a complicated sewing machine, so surely you can ride a bicycle too?"

Gao Qinghe deliberately provoked Jiang's mother, who hesitated in fear but dared not say that she was not capable.

Gao Qinghe pushed the car in front of her mother-in-law, saying, "Look, our yard is so big and spacious. As long as you drive slowly, you won't fall at all."

"Even if you fall, you won't get seriously hurt. At most, you'll get a scrape and have to stay in bed for three to five days."

The first sentence at least sounded like a human being.

Jiang's mother felt that the last sentence was unnecessary.

Feeling somewhat forced into it, Jiang's mother hesitated for a moment before being pushed onto the bicycle seat.

Gao Qinghe wasn't doing this haphazardly. The first thing she did when learning to ride a bicycle wasn't actually learning balance, but rather building courage.

First, you have to be unafraid of falling, and you also need to know how to avoid falling.

Even abandoning the car and fleeing is acceptable.

When Jiang Baohai came out of the bedroom after a good night's sleep, stretching, he heard his mother's various screams of "Oh my!" coming from the yard.

I thought my wife had fallen, so I rushed out of the hall, only to find her standing safely under the eaves.

Looking up, I saw a figure on a bicycle rush past me. Who else could it be but his mother?

"You're up?" Gao Qinghe glanced at her husband teasingly; he could sleep like a pig.

Jiang Baohai didn't even notice his wife's teasing look.

His face was full of disbelief.

His mom was riding a bicycle?
"How did you convince her?" Jiang Baohai asked in a low voice.

Gao Qinghe immediately raised her hand, clapping as she demonstrated for him.

"Mom, you're amazing!"

"Yes, yes, that's how you keep it up! You're the smartest mother-in-law in Zhao Village!"

"Oops, it's a little unsteady. It's okay, you did a great job just now. Let's try again. Don't worry about what others think, even if it's your son. Let's ride our own bikes."

"Mom, if you keep practicing like this, you won't even be able to catch up with me!"

With Gao Qinghe's constant praise and encouragement, Jiang's mother gradually lost herself and became immersed in the joy of mastering cycling.

Jiang Baohai looked at his mother, who was riding her bicycle crookedly in the yard, and then at his wife, who was patiently encouraging him.

I thought to myself, "I must have saved the galaxy in my past life."

How else could he have married such a wonderful wife? (End of Chapter)