After Song Jia and He Xiao got married, the two began to explore sexual happiness.
He Xiao, having tasted the sweetness of love, showered her with affection every night, causing her to beg for mercy repeatedly.
When she wasn't feeling well, He Xiao immediately asked her if she was pregnant.
Unfortunately, her period came soon after, leaving him disappointed.
Knowing that she wasn't pregnant, He Xiao comforted her, "It's good to enjoy some more time as a couple. Anyway, you're not that old, there's no need to become a mother so early."
Song Jia knew that He Xiao was not young, and his parents actually wanted to have a grandchild as soon as possible.
Jiang Ning held her hand and teased her, "You've only been married a short time, and you're already thinking about having a baby. I got pregnant by accident, otherwise I would have had to wait a few more years."
In her previous life, Jiang Ning's first child was a boy, conceived shortly after her marriage. He later followed her back to the city and grew to be over three years old, playing in the courtyard of the bungalow where they lived at that time.
For some unknown reason, the courtyard wall suddenly collapsed, landing squarely on him. He immediately coughed up blood and died.
His grandmother, Wang Xiufen, blamed herself for not taking good care of the child, and was heartbroken that the child had died at such a young age. She was in great pain and eventually died of depression.
Therefore, Jiang Ning did not have such a strong desire to have a child immediately.
Moreover, the college entrance examination was to be reinstated in 1977, and she was unsure of Lin Chen's attitude. If he wanted to take the college entrance examination, it would be very inconvenient if they had a child.
However, now that she has it, she will make arrangements accordingly.
She believed that it was all for the best.
Song Jia smiled nonchalantly: "Okay, let nature take its course. I'm really looking forward to your baby's birth; they're sure to be beautiful."
After the two talked for a while, He Xiao came to pick up Song Jia.
Since his last visit to Guangzhou, He Xiao has implemented reforms at the factory, rebuilding a production line to produce Dacron fabric.
However, because it was much more expensive than cotton cloth, sales were mediocre.
He spends every day researching how to reduce costs and increase sales.
Although he was very busy with work, he liked to spend time with Song Jia whenever he had a spare moment. Seeing her made him happy, and he felt like he had all the happiness in the world.
Jiang Ning heard some rumors along the way back from the county town.
It is also related to Dacron.
They say everyone has suffered from floods, so who's in the mood to wear such flashy clothes? I bought those polyester clothes before the New Year just because they were trendy. It makes my heart bleed just thinking about it.
More than ten yuan! You could buy anything with that money now, like meat, which would be enough to buy more than ten kilograms.
At that time, many people bought fabric from Wang Xiufen, saying that they would make a shirt when summer came.
Encouraged by some people with ulterior motives, some of the older women forgot about Jiang Ning, who had bought cotton for everyone on the snowy day, and actually came to their homes saying they wanted to return the cotton.
"Aunt Wang, after thinking it over, I still think this fabric is too expensive. It costs two yuan and fifty cents per foot. It would take at least five feet to make one garment. I must have been blinded by greed to buy something so expensive!"
"That's right, Aunt Wang, please give us our money back since we're so poor we can't even afford to eat!"
Looking at their hypocritical faces, Liu Fang was furious. She put her hands on her hips and scolded them:
"When you bought the fabric, Aunt Wang said she wouldn't sell it to you. Did you beg and plead like this? Now that you're facing some difficulties and don't want it anymore, you start throwing a tantrum and demanding a refund. Don't you have any shame?"
Zhao Ergou, who was cultivating black fungus, heard the commotion and came to his aid:
"You are a bunch of heartless bastards. When we were freezing and had no blankets to cover ourselves, who was it that begged and pleaded with everyone in the county town to bring back cotton? And now, after only a few months, you've forgotten all the kindness you showed us?"
The older woman, upon hearing this, also started to act tough, "Yes, Jiang Zhiqing did do good things for us, but she also made money for herself!"
She earned two hundred yuan in one day from two thousand catties of cotton. Who can earn money faster than her? Why don't you say that she was able to earn this money entirely thanks to us?
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiufen and the others trembled with anger.
Jiang Ning chuckled to herself. There really are people in the world who eat the meat and then curse the cook. There really is a great deal of diversity in life!
However, knowing that these people would eventually regret it, she said lightly:
"Ladies, since you all want to return the fabric, I'll make the decision to do so. But there's one condition: those who return the fabric must register it with me. From now on, our tailor shop is too small to accommodate bodhisattvas like you."
The older women showed expressions of delight:
"Really? Jiang Zhiqing really knows how to get things done."
Let them register. They won't have to worry about not having a place to make clothes in the future!
If all else fails, I can just make it myself.
After all that fuss, the women happily took the money and left.
Wang Xiufen was a little worried: "I'm afraid that once this starts, more people will come to withdraw their funds."
Jiang Ning comforted her: "Mom, there are times when you make money and times when you lose money in business. It's impossible to be like a Pixiu that only takes in and doesn't give out. Let's just consider this a loss."
After some time has passed, we still don't know how things will turn out!
Anyway, whoever wants a refund, just refund the money and make sure it's properly recorded.
Sure enough, in the following days, people came to return fabric, some of which were not even bought from Wang Shufen.
Jiang Ning accepted all comers and neatly folded the collected cloths.
That's how business is; all sorts of twists and turns can happen. She wasn't worried at all about this return incident.
Sure enough, less than a month later, during the busy harvest season, everyone was sweltering in the heat.
The double harvest season is already exhausting, and with temperatures approaching 40 degrees Celsius, many people are suffering from heatstroke.
People then realized that Dacron clothing was thin and light, and sweat would dry quickly in the wind, making it less cool than cotton clothing.
Otherwise, why would it be called "Dequeliang"?
The older women who had returned the fabric came back to Jiang Ning.
“Jiang Zhiqing, you can’t just stand by and watch someone die. If this continues, they’ll die of heat.”
Jiang Ning chuckled:
"I'm so sorry, but our Dacron fabric is in very short supply, and we've run out of stock. Can you accept the price increase to three meters per foot?"
The older women immediately turned hostile: "You're taking advantage of our misfortune! It's not like you're the only place that sells Dacron!"
They all went to the township supply and marketing cooperative to inquire, but the cooperative had no supply of Dacron; they simply couldn't get their hands on it.
It's available on the black market, but it's more expensive, costing three dollars and fifty cents per foot.
Where do the goods on the black market come from?
Naturally, it was Lin Chen who stockpiled it during the winter, a full 10,000 square feet, but it was never sold because of a surprise inspection by officers wearing red armbands.
Unexpectedly, the goods that could only be sold for two dollars and fifty cents a foot back then have now been sold to Erlaizi and his gang for three dollars.
They resold it, and it became three and a half dollars.
The older women searched outside but couldn't find any cheap fabric, so they went back to Jiang Ning.
This time, Jiang Ning refused them outright: "Sorry, no stock!"
He Xiao was also extremely busy.
The Dacron production line that was introduced this time initially received a lukewarm response, but as temperatures continue to rise, more and more customers are coming to place orders.
Not only local businesses, but also various department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives from other places sent people to the factory to discuss business.
Director Zhang of the township supply and marketing cooperative also went to the textile factory to try his luck.
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