It's winter vacation, and it's about to be the New Year.At this time, the work of the production team was also completed, and the members did not have to work in the fields.Only the production team leader and the accountant began to calculate the work points earned by the members of the company for a year of hard work, combined with the total income of the team, and converted how much money a day can earn for a working day.Liu Ping didn't have to go to the production team to work, and began to make clothes at home.After the Chinese New Year, the villagers who bought new cloth and asked Liu Ping to make clothes began to increase.Families with a large number of male laborers in the family can earn three cents a day per capita according to a working day of the Qingxi production team, and at the end of the year, a male laborer also has three or four hundred yuan, and there are several children in the family, and they can also make new clothes for the children all year round.Those families with a small number of male laborers, as well as poor households because of long-term illness, not only have no money to buy cloth to make clothes, but at the end of the year, the production team will make final accounts, and they have to borrow money from the team for the New Year, and pay it back next year, and their children can only wear old clothes for the New Year.Liu Ping is the first craftsman in the Qingxi Brigade to learn tailoring, and the clothes she makes are well-cut and beautiful.Wen Xinlan saw from the style of clothes made by Liu Ping that Liu Ping was a skilled tailor.Wen Xinlan sells xiaolongbao in the morning and helps Liu Ping cut cloth during the day.Wen Xinlan saw that Liu Ping had been working in the production team for the past year, exposed to the sun and rain, and lost a lot of weight, and only earned more than 200 yuan in dividends at the end of the year.Wen Xinlan's heart was very painful, she didn't want to see her beautiful mother facing the loess with her back to the sky, working hard for a year, not earning much money, and her body was exhausted again.That night, Liu Ping was still working overtime to catch up with clothes on the butterfly sewing machine in the faint kerosene light.Wen Xinlan spoke softly, "Mom!
Let me discuss one thing with you, will you not work in the production team next year?
Specializes in making clothes at home. ”Liu Ping glanced back at her daughter, "Xinlan, if you don't go to work in the production team, how can you do it?"
The money earned from making clothes at home is not enough to pay the production team's work. ”In this era, people who do crafts are a popular way, such as carpenters, masons, helping others to do a day's crafts, and the wages earned must be handed over to the production team for ten points a day.A tailor like Liu Ping generally works in the production team during the day, and works overtime at night to catch up with some clothes for the villagers, and the wages are given to the villagers.Of course, she wouldn't believe Wen Xinlan's words, and she specialized in making clothes at home."
Mom, I'm in high school next year, and my younger brothers are also in junior high school, I plan to buy a house in the town, take you and my brother to live, and you can make clothes at home with peace of mind."
Liu Ping stopped what she was doing and looked at her daughter suspiciously, "How much money do you make in business?"
Can afford to buy a house!
Even if you can buy a house, will I be able to sell the clothes I make?
”Wen Xinlan is now a little rich woman, and she has been doing business in Nanshi for a few months and has earned more than 2,000 yuan.More than 2,000 yuan is a huge amount of money in this era.It is equivalent to the wage income of a worker who does not eat or drink for eight years.2,000 yuan, not to mention buying a house on Qingxi Street, you can buy two courtyard houses in Yangcheng."
Mom, you don't have to worry about the money to buy a house, I have seen the clothes you made, my daughter is not blowing you, my mother is extraordinary, and the clothes and stitches are carefully crafted, I will sell the buns tomorrow, first buy more than a dozen zhang of fabric, you according to the clothing cut drawings I designed, first make a batch of clothes, I will sell them on the market, if the sales are good, you will continue to do it."
Liu Ping put the clothes in his hand, and after the last process was done, he stretched his waist, "Xinlan, okay then!"
I believe my daughter is the best, it's not early, I'm going to sleep, you go to bed early. ”The next day, Wen Xinlan got up early and continued to sell xiaolongbao in Nanshi, her xiaolongbao tasted good and had enough fillings.There are more and more repeat customers, and she adds a few more drawers of buns.Some people even bought a few cages, more than a dozen cages of xiaolongbao, and some people brought them to others, and some people were worried that they would not be able to buy the buns tomorrow and would have to pay a deposit, but Wen Xinlan did not accept them.Wen Xinlan's reputation for selling xiaolongbao has also slowly spread, and it can be sold out in half an hour after setting up a stall.Wen Xinlan happily counted the money in the keg, packed up the stall and prepared to enter the grove next to Nanshi, and put the blue flame stove and stall into the space."
Closed the stall, do you still have xiaolongbao?"
Then came a man of medium height, with fair cheeks, and a girl dressed fashionably.Wen Xinlan analyzed from the accent of the man's speech, he should be from the provincial city.Wen Xinlan took out the xiaolongbao left for herself, "I'm sorry, the two of you are sorry, the buns are sold out, and there is only this cage of steamed buns left, do you want to buy them?"
”"I bought it, I heard from others that there is a young lady here who sells xiaolongbao, which is very delicious, so I rushed here."
The man took the xiaolongbao and gave a few xiaolongbao to the girl, the girl's small mouth, containing a rich expression, pouted, "If you don't eat it, just a few small buns, after you finish eating, you are not full, I still have to find another place to buy breakfast!"
”The man tasted a steamed bun, and his face showed a shocked expression, "Alas, this xiaolongbao is really delicious." ”Seeing his exaggerated appearance, the girl couldn't help but take a bun from his hand, and said in disbelief: "Cousin, you are too exaggerated, the steamed buns in small places taste the best as the buns in the provincial capital."
When she took a bite on the bun, the expression on the girl's delicate face became richer, "It's delicious, it's delicious, it's so delicious, cousin, is there anything else?"
”Man?
He pursed his lips and spread out the empty paper bag in his palm, "No, I'm done." ”Wen Xinlan was dragging the blue flame stove to leave, only to see the man looking around the bun stall.opened his mouth to say a sentence that Wen Xinlan often heard, "Your stove is too old, it's an old antique, why don't you replace it?"
”Wen Xinlan has heard from customers more than once that the blue flame stove for steaming xiaolongbao is too old and needs to be replaced."
It doesn't matter if the stove is old, as long as the xiaolongbao is delicious."
Wen Xinlan didn't want to tell him that her blue flame stove was the treasure in her carry-on space.The man nodded, "Although the stove is a little old, the xiaolongbao tastes really good." ”After speaking, the man looked down at the stove, he reached out and touched the stove, as if he had discovered a new world, and exclaimed: "Why is it cold outside your antique stove, what a strange?"
Xinyan, how did she steam this xiaolongbao?
”When Xinyan heard that the stove was cold, she was also very curious, and wanted to come over and touch the stove, "Impossible, is it that the briquettes in the stove are out of flame?"
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