What was originally a vicious incident that might have resulted in a bloody scene ended up with a happy ending. Xia Qiulong was filled with admiration for Wan Feng.
"Brother! I admire your ability to handle things. I never thought such a thing would end up like this."
This does not seem to be something worthy of admiration. In Xia Qiulong's eyes, it is a remarkable thing, but in Wan Feng's eyes, it is just a normal operation.
"Brother, the sayings 'harmony is the most precious' and 'harmony brings wealth' are a precious legacy left by our ancestors. They are not just a few words. The truth contained in them is enough for us to enjoy for a lifetime. When you encounter something in the future, think more carefully and analyze it from other angles. Slowly, you will find that many things are not what you originally imagined. There may be several ways to handle it and several possible outcomes, and each way of handling it may lead to one of the results. This way, you have the room to choose from multiple ways of handling it. Choosing the most reasonable one will produce the most reasonable result."
Wan Feng paused and sighed, "But many people, unable to see this, choose a path of extreme gambling, which ultimately leads to a dead end."
Xia Qiulong was stunned by these words, and his face was full of admiration: "Brother, I will listen to you. I will consider various aspects when I encounter problems in the future."
With the exception of a few, many things in the world have many options, but most people fail to see this and end up in a dead end, often causing disasters because of trivial matters.
This is a common human problem.
The two chatted and returned to Xia Qiulong's home half an hour later.
"Where have you been? Sister He has been waiting here for a long time. She asked for leave."
Mrs. Xia has returned. Judging from her beaming expression, the sewing machine must have been found. The Sister He she mentioned is probably the owner of the sewing machine.
"This is Sister He. She has a Bee brand sewing machine to sell. Let's talk."
The Sister He mentioned by Xinli was about 38 or 39 years old, a little pale and thin, and seemed a little depressed.
Logically speaking, even if a textile factory worker like her has a lower salary, it is still a hundred times better off than a farmer. Even now, most farmers who can at least guarantee food and clothing are not as pale and thin as her.
"I call Xia Qiulong Big Brother and Sister Xin Li Sister-in-law. So based on our generational background, I'll call you Sister He. Is that okay with you, Sister He?"
It's better to clarify the seniority first, so that he, a thirteen-year-old boy, won't be scolded for being uncultured if he calls someone "sister".
"No problem, Sister Xinli, let's talk about the relationship between you two." Sister He's voice was very thin and it was hard to hear clearly if you didn't concentrate.
"Since you are selling your sewing machine, I would like to ask in which year you bought it?"
Sister He was silent for a moment: "I bought it the winter before last. I remember it was snowing when I bought it."
If it’s less than two years, let’s say one and a half years, it’s at least 80% new.
"How much are you selling it for?"
"This machine was priced at 125 yuan when I first bought it. Can I sell it for 90 yuan now?" Sister He's voice was very soft and difficult to understand.
Why are there still people asking the buyer for the price?
"I want to see the quality of your sewing machine before deciding the price."
"Can."
Sister He’s home is not too far from here. This area is the residential area for the families of the textile printing and dyeing factory.
Wan Feng followed Xin Li and Sister He through several alleys and finally walked along a narrow alley to a courtyard gate.
Sister He's house was rather dark, and Wan Feng took a deep breath as he walked into the house.
Sister He's home can be described as bare and empty. Apart from a large cabinet with peeling paint on the north side of the main room, there is only a sewing machine behind the door. The only other things in her home are probably the photo frames on the wall above the cabinet.
A man in his forties was lying on the kang with a dull look in his eyes. He stared blankly at the ceiling and didn't even look at the person who came in.
There was also a girl of about sixteen or seventeen in the room, standing timidly at the edge of the kang and looking at Wan Feng and the others.
"Hello, Aunt Xin and Uncle Xia." The girl obviously knew Xia Qiulong and his wife, and greeted them weakly.
After just a quick glance, Wan Feng felt a little heavy in his heart. This must be an unfortunate family.
"Sister-in-law, this is Sister He's house..."
Xin Li's face was grave. "Sister He's husband works at the diesel engine factory. Last spring, he suffered a work-related injury that broke both of his legs. Now he can only lie on the kang, unable to do anything, and he's also sick. He relies on Sister He's monthly salary of just over thirty yuan to support himself and his three children. Hey, where are your two and three?"
Sister He shook her head palely: "Maybe he ran out to play."
After seeing all this, Wan Feng basically understood why Sister He wanted to sell the sewing machine. Maybe she was struggling to make ends meet and wanted to sell it for cash.
Wan Feng didn't look at the sewing machine, but walked to the photo frame.
At that time, almost every family had a photo frame with photos inside, which recorded the family's past appearances and smiles.
The photo frames in Sister He's house are almost all filled with photos of her family, including pictures of her when she was young with braids and badges, sweet memories of her and a handsome guy standing shoulder to shoulder, and finally a family photo of them each holding a boy with a girl standing behind them.
It is certain that this family was happy before the male owner was injured, but a man-made disaster destroyed this happy family.
Wan Feng withdrew his gaze from the photo frame and fell on the girl who seemed very courageous.
The girl was wearing patched clothes. It was the first time that Wan Feng had seen someone wearing patched clothes in the city, especially an older girl.
"Sister He, is this your daughter?"
Sister He nodded mechanically.
"How old are you? Don't you go to school anymore?"
"Sixteen. I stopped studying last summer." Xin Li took over the conversation.
"No job?"
"Unemployed."
Unemployed youth was no longer a new term in the 1980s. With the return of a large number of young people who had gone to the countryside to the city, a considerable proportion of young people had the word "unemployed" in front of their names.
Wan Feng didn't ask her why she didn't take over her father's job.
Just now, he saw from the photo frame that there were two boys in this family. The oldest one was probably around thirteen or fourteen years old. Obviously, the succession of this family would not fall to a girl.
Wan Feng frowned and thought for a while.
"What can you do? Can you sew clothes?" Wan Feng asked Sister He's daughter.
"Yes." The girl's voice was louder than her mother's.
"Given a piece of cut cloth, can you make a garment out of it?"
The girl nodded, then added, "I can also tailor clothes."
Can you also cut?
This is a surprise.
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