Ji Xia squinted her almond-shaped eyes and pondered for a while: "I have some ideas, let's take a look first. I heard that it requires artistic skills, which I don't know at all."
"Don't you know how to draw?"
Liu Hongju looked at her with envy, but she didn't know how to do these things at all, and she couldn't possibly have them even if she envied them.
She carefully put away the address Rong Xiaorou left behind and reminded her, "The problem of dealing with the fabric should be solved in the next couple of days. Do you have any ideas?"
Liu Hongju shook her head: "I'll go home and ask my mom for some ideas."
If we run out of fabric, buying expensive fabric to make clothes would result in very low profits.
Although we could raise the price a little, the average person's salary is only twenty or thirty yuan. Eighteen or twenty yuan for a set is already quite expensive. If we raise the price further, the number of customers will decrease significantly.
At this point, it all comes down to Liu Hongju's role. She has many uncles and brothers, and people from all walks of life in her family. Let's see if we can get her in.
Ji Xia had already told them that if the profit margin was too low, she would quit and focus on studying for the college entrance examination!
He Qiuying and Liu Hongju were unwilling to give up. They could earn at least two hundred yuan a month, and it would be such a pity to give it up like this.
But without Ji Xia's participation and the support of her new designs, they wouldn't be confident in doing a good job.
What's the point of making ordinary designs if they can't sell? It's like how supply and marketing cooperatives don't lack clothes, but their sales volume is far less than that of Ji Xia's new designs.
Even university teachers think her designs are beautiful and that she has a lot of talent!
Liu Hongju and He Qiuying went to discuss it. Ji Xia finished making the accounts for today's income. There were only six items today, and the other five items were eighteen, for a total of one hundred and ten.
Her profit reached thirty yuan, and Ji Xia put away the ledger with satisfaction.
As she was getting ready to leave work, she bought two bags of milk powder and a pound of milk candy. Knowing that Zhang Hong would be giving birth in less than two months, she also bought her two pounds of brown sugar, half a pound of red dates, and two pounds of noodles.
Back home, she gathered a large bag of scraps of fabric and several patterns made from scraps of fabric and empty hair clips, and gave them to Sun Xiaoyu.
Ji Xiangjun arrived on his bicycle and took the things from her hands: "You bought so much?"
"The autumn harvest is almost here, let's buy some nutritional supplements for them, and also for my sister-in-law, she's due to give birth in two months, she should eat better."
Ji Xiangjun couldn't help but chuckle: "It's truly rare that my family still has the chance to eat your food."
Ji Xia rolled her eyes at her second brother, dissatisfied: "I've already reformed, isn't that enough?"
"Sure, of course."
Ji Xiangjun loaded the things into the front basket of the car, put the scraps of cloth on the crossbar and tied them with a rope, and rode back to the countryside with Ji Xia on the back.
As the summer breeze blew in the evening, Ji Xiangjun suddenly said, "I called the provincial capital today, and they found Chen Jing. Chen Jing will be back tomorrow."
"Chen Jing has been found? Is he alright?"
Ji Xiangjun chuckled: "What could possibly happen to him? He's made some good friends in the provincial capital, so don't worry."
Hearing that Chen Jing was alright, Ji Xia was relieved, as long as she wouldn't be injured or in any other danger because of her.
...
In the provincial capital, Song Qiu received the letter and discussed it with her husband that very evening.
When Zhao Ang heard that Song Qiu had received a letter from Old Man Sun, he remained silent for a long time with a somber expression.
"As you know, I have been nominated to be the executive vice mayor, which is the most crucial moment for me."
"If people knew that my wife came from a landlord's daughter in the old society, have they thought about what would happen to my career?"
"Back then, we spent so much effort and resources to erase your identity and background. Don't let it all go to waste now."
“Give them a few hundred yuan so they can live a better life in the countryside. We’ll figure out a solution for them once the situation becomes clearer. For now, we should tell them to behave themselves.”
After Zhao Ang finished speaking with a stern face, he returned to his study. Song Qiu lowered her head with red eyes.
She also knew that her identity had been a burden to her husband. The Sun family was not like the intellectuals who were influenced by public opinion; they were true landlords.
Ordinary intellectuals could be exonerated and return to the city, but whether landlords could be exonerated remains unresolved to this day.
After being heartbroken for half the night, Song Qiu asked someone to send Chen Jing five hundred yuan to give to Old Man Sun. As for any other replies or messages, there were none.
When Chen Jing saw the five hundred yuan, he knew that Old Man Sun's plan had failed. Not only was it impossible to arrange a job for Sun Xiaoyu to return to the city, Song Qiu didn't even have the idea of recognizing them.
It seemed that they were the only ones who could arrange a job for Sun Xiaoyu. Chen Jing sighed, took the money, said goodbye to his friends in the city, and then went back to the guesthouse to pack his things and prepare to leave.
As soon as he left the guesthouse, a girl surrounded him with four or five boys.
Chen Jing squinted at the group of girls who seemed to have ill intentions. Apart from Song Qiu's daughter, Zhao Anyang, he didn't recognize any of the others.
He glanced around warily, then asked with a faint smile, "Miss Zhao, what do you mean by this?"
Zhao Anyang waved to his male companions: "He stole money from my house, beat him up."
Four or five teenagers rushed forward.
Chen Jing's face turned cold. He threw the bag in his hand aside, clenched his fist, and charged forward.
Half an hour later, a group of henchmen lay on the side, their faces bruised and swollen, blood trickling from their mouths.
Chen Jing wasn't in much better shape. After all, he was being attacked by multiple people, and he knew that these people were from unusual backgrounds, so he didn't dare to kill them.
He knocked a group of people to the ground and coldly demanded of Zhao Anyang, "Miss Zhao, what are you doing? When did I offend you?"
When Zhao Anyang saw Chen Jing beat her companions so badly that they were powerless to fight back, she was not angry at all; instead, her eyes lit up.
Upon hearing this, she suddenly snorted coldly, put on a stern face, and scolded in a coquettish voice: "My mother cried half the night last night, was it your doing? What exactly did the letter you sent say?"
Hearing that he had cried for half the night, a look of disdain flashed across Chen Jing's eyes: "I just delivered a letter, what can I do? I haven't even read the contents of the letter."
"However, the letter was sent by your maternal grandfather. Your mother will cry, probably because she knows that your maternal grandfather doesn't have much time left!"
After Chen Jing finished speaking, he picked up his luggage and ran away to avoid being arrested and going to jail.
Carrying his luggage, Chen Jing arrived at the station and boarded the fastest train. He sneezed a few times.
He couldn't help but rub his nose. Was someone missing him?
He thought of Ji Xia and couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't handled things well this time. How was he going to explain it to her?
At dusk, it was as if a golden moon had fallen from the Milky Way, kissing the fields of my hometown. From the village houses where smoke curled from their chimneys, the occasional bark of a dog or the crowing of a rooster could be heard.
The villagers, carrying hoes, returned home from the fields and greeted Ji Xiangjun and his sister with smiles.
Someone turned around and laughed loudly at Secretary Ji: "Secretary Ji, Xiang Jun and Ji Xia are back—"
Secretary Ji walked behind the group with his son Ji Zhijun, and chuckled upon hearing this.
After only half a month apart, both of their faces had darkened considerably, and in the twilight, only their large white teeth could be faintly seen shining.
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