At the beginning of the year, Wu Muxiang got her own sewing machine and began to learn how to make clothes.
People at that time liked to dress loosely and conservatively, so Wu Muxiang specifically chose to learn from the fashionable styles.
Now I can do it quite well.
In fact, there were quite a lot of styles of clothes in the course given by the gods, which made Wu Muxiang dazzled and frightened - who on earth was wearing such bold clothes?
Not only did she make several new sets of clothes for Fang Guier, she also used the remaining scraps of fabric to make some baby clothes for the child adopted by Old Lady Wu.
Old Mrs. Wu named the child Yu Shiyu, which has a simple and plain meaning: it means a precious jade that was picked up.
The old couple loved this adopted granddaughter so much that they even paid for Wu Muxiang to bring milk powder.
Wu Muxiang no longer sells supplies such as milk powder and malted milk. She has started selling clothes she made herself, using fabrics she bought from shopping malls.
Thinking of the boy named Cao Cao last winter, Wu Muxiang used scraps to piece together a set of clothes. If she saw him next time, she would give it to him.
While the scraps of fabric weren't completely useless, they were still leftovers and not worth much. Giving them to the young man would only mean he'd be missing a few hair ornaments and rags, so it wouldn't be a big burden on him.
My family has absolutely no need to wear clothes made of rags, and they can easily afford to buy cloth from the mall.
Wu Muxiang would spend one or two days, or even three days, making a fashionable piece of clothing for little girls, then save up for a month and take the clothes to the city to sell secretly, earning dozens of dollars a month.
Including the fruits she sells every morning, and the expensive seasonal fruits, she can earn nearly a hundred yuan a month.
This way the risk is very small, but you can earn a lot. If you save slowly and steadily over the years, you can save a lot of money.
Even if the gods no longer provide her with those things in the future, Wu Muxiang can still make clothes for people with her own skills, and at least support herself and her daughter.
"Comrade, take a look at this Bragi, would you like it?"
The playful young girl was immediately attracted.
"Hey, this is really nice, how much is it?"
"A cotton one is three, a khaki one is seven."
“So expensive!”
After hearing the price, some girls were shocked.
There were also girls who defended their clothes.
"It's not expensive. If you buy the cloth yourself and hire someone to make it, it's about the same price!"
"I can't afford it anyway!"
Although she said so, the stubborn girl's eyes still lingered on the clothes reluctantly.
Alas, she has to hand over her salary to the household expenses every month, so she can’t afford to buy it even if she can!
Seeing the girls hesitating, Wu Muxiang smiled and said, "Look, here are some hair ornaments I made. If you buy clothes, you can pair them with a hair ornament. You can choose whatever you like."
The girls who were interested could no longer hold back and took out their money.
"Give me one!"
"I want one too!"
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Only about ten pieces of clothing were made in a month, and they were quickly divided up by the girls.
Wu Muxiang squatted at the entrance of the candy factory at the time of getting off work, selling the clothes she made to the girls who were off work, and then went to the alley leading to the black market.
In the past, there was usually no one here except for the occasional passerby, but this time there was an old man standing here. When he saw Wu Muxiang, he asked, "Are you waiting for someone here?"
Wu Muxiang asked, "Do you recognize a half-grown young man? He's very thin and his clothes are very torn."
The old man asked, "What do you want to do with him?"
Judging from the old man's expression, it seemed that he knew this young man, so Wu Muxiang spoke frankly.
"The young man told me his name was Cao Cao. Do you recognize him?"
The old man repeated his previous question: "What do you want to do with him?"
Wu Muxiang didn't know whether the other party would believe what she said, so she began to consider how to respond.
Who would believe that a stranger who has only met twice would come to someone just to give them a piece of clothing because he feels that the other person is so pitiful?
At a time when taking care of yourself is considered a good thing, showing excessive kindness may not be something to be proud of.
After thinking for a while, Wu Muxiang said, "He owes me money. He said he would give it to me next time, but I never saw him!"
The old man immediately stared, his voice rising: "Impossible!"
Then he walked into the alley angrily, and soon came out with a young man.
The boy was still confused and tried to defend himself: "Grandpa Zhao, you know me well. How could I possibly owe someone money?"
The moment he saw Wu Muxiang, a trace of disbelief flashed across the boy's face: "Auntie, I don't owe you any money! We agreed to pay and receive the goods! I gave you the things!"
Wu Muxiang said nothing. She took out the clothes and compared them to the boy, then smiled with satisfaction: "It fits perfectly."
"Cao Cao, the things you gave me last time were earned by my aunt. This time, I specially made a set of clothes to compensate you. There is no good cloth at home, so I collected some scraps. Don't mind."
Cao Cao was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something. After hesitating for a moment, he took the clothes.
He bowed sincerely and said, "Thank you!"
Cao Cao felt touched. The stone from last time looked special, but even he himself didn't know what it was used for.
The other party didn't offer any compensation at all. They just saw that he was in such a mess and found an excuse to donate.
Cao Cao felt flattered and very grateful that a stranger could do this.
"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back."
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