80s: After Being Scummed To Death I Was Reborn

When she learned that she had cancer that year, Meng Shulan filed for divorce from Han Ning.

Han Ning knelt in front of her hospital bed with tears streaming down his face, saying he wouldn&#...

Chapter 14 If it’s not love, then what is it?

Chapter 14 If it's not love, then what is it?

In the last life, I always seemed to be a step behind others in everything I did.

In this life, Meng Shulan doesn't want to wait any longer, she wants to get it done in one go.

Garment business?

He Jinqiu and Meng Changli, mother and daughter, were both confused by what they heard. They really had little experience and could not think of those things.

Meng Shulan explained it to them.

There are two types of garment business. One is to get the goods from the manufacturer and then make a profit from the difference.

Another way is to make it yourself, but instead of tailoring it to your body, you make it according to fixed sizes and sell it directly after it’s done.

At present, Meng Shulan’s idea is to do both. If she can find a good source of goods, she will get them from outside, and then also make some simple styles of clothes and pants, getting closer to the direction of a garment factory.

This certainly sounds different from your average tailor shop.

But how to do this business?

and……

Meng Changli: "If we make it ourselves, we need a sewing machine, right?"

She likes embroidery and making clothes. When Meng Shulan mentioned this, Meng Changli was quite interested, but this was not a simple matter.

Meng Shulan nodded. "If you have enough money, it would be best to buy two or three machines, one for you and mom, and then hire an apprentice to help you."

Ah! Two or three sewing machines, and the fabrics, how much will that cost!!! When Meng Changli heard this, the light in her eyes dimmed immediately.

Just at this time, the ox cart at the town entrance was almost full and they were about to leave.

Meng Shulan said, "Mom, sister, let's talk about it when we get back."

The three of them got into the car with their two children.

In an alley not far from the town entrance, Gu Hansong was sitting on a mule cart counting a handful of change in his hand.

This was the money he made from selling wool in the morning. After deducting the cost, he got four and the other two guys got three each.

This time the goods were not much, and the net profit was 1.2 cents per piece of wool, so I made a total of 28 yuan.

Even though it only took them more than an hour to sell the goods, it actually took them almost five days to find the goods, get them, and then transport them back.

During this period, various errand fees and shipping fees were not taken into account. The first sale at a net profit was almost enough to make back the investment.

However, we have already made an agreement with the woolen yarn factory that we will supply them with a batch of goods every week. Then they just need to bring them back and sell them in several nearby towns.

The two young people were very happy after dividing the money.

The young man in the green military uniform and octagonal hat is called Shen Chengyuan. He is the youngest of the three, less than seventeen years old, still a teenager, and has a rather lively personality.

Shen Chengyuan was still thinking about what happened just now. After taking the money, he asked Gu Hansong, "Brother Song, who was that sister just now?"

Gu Hansong was stuffing money into the inner purse. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said nothing.

Shen Chengyuan pursed his lips and muttered softly, "Brother Song, you don't like that, do you? She already has a child."

Not only did he offend people by leaving the wool behind, but he also concealed his good intentions. If this wasn't love, what was it? At that time, Meng Shulan was holding her three-year-old niece, and Shen Chengyuan thought it was her baby.

If she wasn't holding a child, the young lady would be really amazing. She is beautiful and has a good temperament, and looks like a cultured person.

But!

"Brother Song..."

Shen Chengyuan also wanted to persuade Gu Hansong that it is not okay to do anything immoral!

As soon as he met Gu Hansong's eyes, Shen Chengyuan froze and shivered involuntarily.

Brother Song was angry, and his already gloomy eyes were like ice chips. Shen Chengyuan felt that his heart, which was like a furnace, began to snowflakes.

At this moment, a slap fell on Shen Chengyuan's head.

Another young man who collected the money twisted Shen Chengyuan's ear and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, you little brat? She looks like a student. That doll is definitely not hers, it belongs to her sister."

This guy is too ignorant. Is Han Song that kind of person? How could he do such shameful things?

Shen Chengyuan screamed, "Hey, hey, hey, cousin, stop being stubborn. I get it, I get it..."

The young man who was twisting Shen Chengyuan's ear was called Jiang Jun. He was Shen Chengyuan's cousin and a classmate of Gu Hansong, one grade higher than him in the same commune primary school.

Although Meng Shulan has grown up and changed.

But before, he still vaguely recognized it.

Isn’t that the little girl that Gu Hansong carried with him every day, holding in his arms and carrying on his back when she was a child?

It was said to be a village, but he didn't know any more information.

He was a grade higher in school back then, and because he had been in a fight, he didn't receive much attention.

Jiang Jun taught Shen Chengyuan a lesson, so Gu Hansong said nothing more. He jumped out of the car and said, "Watch the car for me for a while. I'm going to go shopping."

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Jiang Jun: "Okay, Hansong, you go ahead."

After Gu Hansong left, Shen Chengyuan's ear was finally saved.

"Cousin, there's no need to do this. You're almost twisting my ears off."

Jiang Jun rolled his eyes at him and said, "Who told you to be stupid?"

Shen Chengyuan was a little speechless. "Well, Brother Song is silent about everything. I can't help but think about it."

Jiang Jun slapped his cousin on the head again, "You are not smart enough yet you keep saying this and that. What's wrong with others not saying anything? That's called personality. Anyone who has ability and can make money, who doesn't have some personality?"

Yantang Village.

The car arrived at the main intersection outside the village, and the mother, her two daughters and their two children got out of the car.

The ox cart was slow, almost as slow as walking, and it took nearly an hour to get back.

There were many people in the car, so the three of them didn't know what to talk about. After entering the courtyard, they continued their previous topic.

What Meng Shulan meant was that one still had to look around to find sources of goods, and there was no certainty at the moment. Now one could buy a sewing machine and make some basic clothes or pants to earn some money.

As for the money to buy a sewing machine...

Meng Shulan looked at He Jinqiu who was distributing mint candies to the two children and asked, "Mom, do you still have the handkerchief that grandma gave you when you married Dad?"

When the three daughters of the He family got married, Old Mrs. He prepared a handkerchief for each of them. She had spent more than ten years saving up the money bit by bit to make it. She cut the handkerchief herself and embroidered the flowers on it herself.

Meng Shulan remembered that in her previous life, when she was doing an event at the cultural center, she had borrowed this handkerchief from her mother, so it must be there at this moment.

He Jinqiu nodded, "It's at the bottom of the box."

She liked these things in the first place, so she naturally kept them well.

Meng Shulan: "Mom, take it out and show it to me."

"OK."

He Jinqiu quickly found the things.

The things were packed in an iron box, which contained, besides the handkerchief, a yellowed book of line drawings with few pages.

He Jinqiu first took out the handkerchief and placed it on the lid of the iron box, then took the book in her hand and stroked it gently, and said to her two daughters with some emotion: "The patterns on the handkerchief are all from this book. My grandmother said that these are the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors. Now there is only this book left in the family. It was not originally passed on to daughters who married out, but times have changed and no one in the family learned this, so it finally fell on my head."

(End of this chapter)