“Yes, but…” Chen Xihua paused, and Chen Xiaoliu’s body tensed up immediately, her hands clenched into fists, as if waiting for judgment, for her to say the next sentence!

“However, if one day you really make a big mistake, I will personally send you to reform! I will wait for you to reform, and you will always be my brother!” Chen Xihua felt a little sad and amused.

Chen Xiaoliu smiled happily, a silly smile on her face, her eyes a little red. Chen Xihua was also moved by her own words, almost doubting whether she had become a mother!

Chen Baohua rushed over, hugged Chen Xihua's arm tightly, sniffed, and said, "Fifth Sister, you have to keep your word. Let's pinky swear, it'll be for a hundred years!"

"Okay, pinky promise, never to change!" Chen Xihua smiled indulgently, extending her right hand to pinky promise with Chen Xiaoliu!

Chen Xiaoliu's chubby face was flushed, and her eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled: "Yay, Fifth Sister, where's my game console!"

She didn't forget to mention his game console, which surprised Chen Xihua. It seemed that her worries were unnecessary; Chen Xiaoliu probably wouldn't develop a timid and cowardly attitude.

"I'll buy it for you later, but you can only play it at home during holidays, and for a maximum of one hour a day. Can you do that?" Chen Xihua changed her tone and asked him seriously!

"I can do it, I know, I can't let it interfere with my studies!" Chen Baohua said seriously, but his mouth was almost stretched to his ears, he was a little excited, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so he walked back and forth in the dining room.

Chen Xiaoliu was happy at this moment, not only because of the game console, but mainly because his fifth sister had promised him that she would not leave!

"Tsk tsk, as expected, Chen Xiaoliu is Xiaowu's most favored and treasured little gem!" At this moment, the second sister Chen Jinhua's untimely voice rang out.

Earlier, the four eldest sisters of the Chen family had all come out of the dining room after hearing the commotion. They listened quietly to the conversation between their fifth sister and sixth sister and were moved to tears. The eldest sister, Chen Chunhua, even wiped away tears.

After being moved, the fourth sister, Chen Xiuhua, looked at Chen Xihua with longing eyes. She also wanted to make a pinky promise with her fifth sister, "Fifth sister, you have to promise me too, I will always be your fourth sister!"

“We are definitely sisters and brothers!” The eldest sister, Chen Chunhua, spoke first, afraid that her fifth sister might be embarrassed or unwilling.

"My God, aren't you two being so mushy and sentimental!" Third Sister Chen Meihua reverted to her usual spoiled and delicate self!

“Big sister is right, the six of us siblings will be a loving family!” Chen Xihua took over her eldest sister’s words and gave an affirmative answer. Then she walked over, grabbed her fourth sister Chen Xiuhua’s right hand, and made a pinky promise with her.

However, Chen Xihua was indeed a little embarrassed, so after making the pinky promise, she immediately let go and stepped back two meters away, all in one smooth motion!

Chen Xiuhua's right hand, which had been making the pinky promise, remained frozen in mid-air, her eyes wide with disbelief, her face instantly turning red! Her expression was a mixture of shyness and joy, her gaze constantly following her fifth sister!

"I can't stand it! Are you guys playing house? Xiao Wu, didn't you say you were going to Zhangjia Village this afternoon? Let's go!" Chen Jinhua felt goosebumps even though it was hot outside. She looked disgusted, shook her head, and went outside!

"Oh, right, let's go!" Chen Xihua's lips curled up slightly as she walked out.

...

Fanghua Garment Workshop, located in Zhangjia Village, outside the western suburbs of the county.

"Brother Jun, you saw it yesterday too, what's your decision now?"

Zhang Xiaolan bit her lip, her hands clenched into fists, then loosened and clutched the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding. Now she was alone, receiving Wang Jun in the workshop's main room.

Although the five sewing machines in each of the two large open rooms on the left and right were already making noise, and the workers had been working for a while since 2:30 pm, Zhang Xiaolan was still very nervous facing Wang Jun from the provincial capital alone.

Yesterday afternoon, when Wang Jun came over, his grandfather personally took him to visit the workshop. Zhang Xiaolan also accompanied him, but it was his grandfather who introduced the workshop, showed him the finished garments, and checked their quality.

However, when Wang Jun left, he didn't seem too eager, saying he needed to go back to the county and consider it for another day before deciding whether to cooperate with their workshop.

This morning, Zhang Xiaolan paced back and forth at the door several times, worried that Wang Jun wouldn't come. Her grandfather advised her not to panic and to stay calm. But she couldn't help feeling anxious.

Fortunately, the purchasing agent Wang Jun came over again after noon, and he still had a calm expression.

“Brother Jun, if you haven’t thought it through yet, or if you want to buy a small amount of clothes to try it out first, that’s fine too. Little Sister Wu also asked around and said that her aunt runs a clothing store in the next county. She used to get her goods from Guangdong Province, and now she wants to buy some of our clothes to try it out!” Zhang Xiaolan remembered what Little Sister Wu had taught her: take a step back: if you’re not in a hurry, the other party will be.

After she finished speaking, she breathed a sigh of relief and slowly calmed her tense emotions, just when she thought it still had no effect.

"No, no, I'll take it all, no matter how much you have!" Upon hearing this, Wang Jun's forehead twitched slightly, and his eyebrows lowered slightly. He was getting anxious; he had only appeared calm and collected on the surface.

Actually, after returning yesterday, he wanted to load the goods and head back to the provincial capital immediately, but he couldn't appear too eager.

Nowadays, young people in the provincial capital have very fast fashion trends. Unless it's a big brand, ordinary clothes will be outdated after a short period of time.

He was quite impressed with the clothes made by Fanghua Workshop. The styles were novel, attractive, and unique, and the fabric quality was above average. He was even happier than when he discovered Xiao Wu's woven bags two years ago.

Because the quantity of the woven bags was too small, while the clothing, with a workshop, could be produced in larger quantities and sold in large quantities.

Yesterday, that old man Zhang said that Fanghua Workshop has a marketing plan for the future, and will release new styles and conduct promotions every quarter. So we can consider long-term cooperation with them!

"Brother Jun, why don't you... no, Brother Jun, you just said you wanted all our clothes?" Zhang Xiaolan heard clearly, but didn't react immediately. Only later did she realize that Brother Jun had said: all of them!

Her mouth gaped open for a moment, like a small cave, then she noticed that Wang Jun was trying to suppress a laugh. Knowing she might have lost her composure, she immediately shut her mouth, blushing as she asked again, "Brother Jun, you want all our clothes, right?"

"Yes, you arrange for someone to count and pack them now, I'll take them with me later!" Wang Jun still drove the company's small truck this time, there are enough to fit 700 sets and more than 1,000 pieces!

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away! Brother Jun, please wait here for a moment and have some tea!" Zhang Xiaolan's face was no longer so red, but she was still very happy. Then she ran out of the main room, "Third Uncle, please come and help us pack our clothes!"

The workshop's gatekeeper, Uncle Zhang, whose real name is Zhang Anmin, is 45 years old and 1.8 meters tall. However, he has a leg injury that causes occasional pain on rainy days, but it doesn't affect his walking normally.

Uncle Zhang is older than Zhang Xiaolan's father, so Xiaolan calls him Uncle San. But in fact, in Zhangjia Village, the younger people all call him Uncle San.

"Okay, coming!"

Uncle Zhang walked out of the small house to the left of the main gate. This house used to be the kitchen, but now it contains a wooden bed and a long bench. He will sleep here tonight.

Actually, the old village chief (Grandpa Zhang) said that he should put up a bed in one of the rooms on either side of the main house to sleep in. One room was for storing raw materials and fabrics, and the other room was for storing finished clothes.

However, he disagreed. Firstly, as the workshop's gatekeeper, it was most appropriate for him to guard the main gate. Secondly, although it was summer now and the nights were hot, it would be very cold in the winter in the south, where there were no earthen beds. It would be better to sleep in the kitchen, where he could light a fire.

"Xiaolan, let's help with the packing too. We'll pack each set separately, and the tops and pants separately too. That'll take six sacks!"

At this moment, the sewing workers in the left and right wing rooms also came to help. Hearing Zhang Xiaolan's voice, the ten aunts and sisters-in-law on the sewing machines inside came out of the yard one after another.

Zhang Xiaolan smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your help, aunties and sisters-in-law!"

The courtyard was full of people, including some who were just watching the spectacle. One advantage of being paid by piecework was that the working hours were more flexible.

If you want to make more money, you can sit on the sewing machine all day and finish five sets. However, out of ten sewing workers, only one or two women are rushing to make five sets. The other seven or eight make four sets a day. When they get tired, they can get up and move around or go home.

These past two days, they received news that a purchasing agent from the provincial capital was preparing to buy the clothes they made. They were all very excited. After all, they had been working in the workshop for almost a month, and they needed to sell the clothes to have a stable income.