Several people gathered together to chat, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Lin Qingyue quickly became friends with the women in the compound.
"Mom Ye Zi, you're wearing something very fashionable. You must have spent a lot of money on it, right?"
"From head to toe, everything is new. Your husband really dotes on you."
Ye Zi's mother raised her head proudly. She won today.
Lin Qingyue glanced at her plain clothes, which seemed out of place among these women.
She carefully discovered that all the women carrying vegetable baskets were wearing bright and beautiful clothes.
She soon figured out the reason - the competitive spirit among women.
Husband, children, clothes, and jewelry are all their capital for comparison and showing off.
Everyone has a love for beauty, and fashion is a cycle.
Lin Qingyue became more determined to make women's clothing.
After chatting with the women for a while, Grandma Yu pulled her out in a hurry: "Little Lu's wife, I tell you, you have to go to the morning market early. If you go later, the things you buy will be what others have left."
"We got out a little late today anyway." Grandma Yu muttered to herself, "The things in this morning market are cheaper, even cheaper than those in the supply and marketing cooperative. The things in the supply and marketing cooperative need to be exchanged with tickets, which is sometimes quite inconvenient."
The morning market is not far from the compound. You just need to go around a main street and turn another corner to get there.
"Is this, the canal?" Lin Qingyue's face was full of question marks. She looked around and found that this location was very tricky. The main street outside hid this section of the route very well.
"Yes, nowadays, large-scale stalls are not allowed, and these are all done secretly." Grandma Yu is old and has seen a lot: "But the policy has been relaxed in recent years, maybe one day it will be fully open to encourage ordinary people to do business on their own."
Lin Qingyue looked at Grandma Yu with admiration: "Grandma Yu, you have a unique vision!"
"Hey, I've been listening to my son muttering in my ear all day long, and I listened to a few words." Grandma Yu waved her hand.
This hidden street is a full 500 meters long, with all kinds of small stalls lined up on both sides, some selling their own small dogs, vegetables, needles and thread, cloth, everything you can think of.
Grandma Yu seemed to have discovered something. She pulled Lin Qingyue to a cloth stall and said, "Xiao Lu, let me tell you, making clothes for the children is much cheaper than buying them outside. You have three children, so you have to be more careful with your money."
"Grandma Yu, I was just thinking about this. How about I ask you to make clothes for me and I'll pay you a salary?"
Grandma Yu was stunned for a moment, and then she thought about Lin Qingyue's words carefully, and said, "Hey, why do you charge me for making a few clothes for the children? We are all neighbors, and a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative."
"Grandma Yu, I'm not talking about the children's clothes." Lin Qingyue smiled slightly: "From now on, you will be the chief tailor of my clothing store."
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid?" Grandma Yu stared at her with her big eyes in confusion.
"I want to open a clothing store. We can make the clothes ourselves and I'll give you a commission based on the number of pieces. Two dollars per piece. How about that?" Lin Qingyue said sincerely. She came to see Grandma Yu today just for this matter.
"You want to open a clothing store? Will Xiao Lu agree?" Grandma Yu simply believed that after a woman gets married, her duty is to take care of her husband and children at home, or like her daughter-in-law, she can find a job in a factory and take a leisurely job, and then focus on the family after having children.
"Lu Siyi has agreed. Now all we need is a tailor and fabric." Lin Qingyue flipped through the fabrics at the morning market, picked out a few that she liked, matched the colors, and paid.
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