When Ruan Mianmian made things, she also considered the limitations of the current era, and her works are more in line with the current public aesthetics.
There are more red and pink ones.
Especially the bright red one. If someone wears it at a wedding, it will definitely be an ornament that will make the bride even happier.
Ding Rong happily reached out to touch the new hairpin. She was very happy.
She asked, ''How much are you going to sell it for?''
Ruan Mianmian had already thought about the pricing issue before.
The materials basically all come from the system mall. The points used to redeem these things are also very few. If converted into today's money, the cost is only a few cents.
This thing is not a necessity in life. If it is sold too expensively, it will be a dead end now. But if it is sold too cheaply, it will not be conducive to subsequent development.
"These hairpins, regardless of size or style, are all 50 cents each. These hair ties are all 40 cents each. I'll give you a 10 cent commission for every one you sell."
This price may not seem low to people who are not the target audience, but it is not an unaffordable price to those who want it.
Ruan Mianmian thought that it would be fine to just pick an average value in the middle.
At present, it is just the trial stage. If we can do it according to her ideas in the future, it will not be too late to subdivide it.
Ding Rong felt that the price was appropriate, much cheaper than those in the supply and marketing cooperative. Moreover, the styles were much better than those in the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Okay, I'll take these back first. I'll tell you when I've sold them." Ding Rong was still very confident about selling things. Not to mention that she worked in a supply and marketing cooperative. Even those who asked her to knit sweaters were her potential customers.
"Okay." Ruan Mianmian nodded readily.
After separating from Ding Rong, it was almost dark.
She simply went to the state-owned restaurant and had her dinner. After it was completely dark, she went to the yard outside the city where garbage was piled.
Ever since she reached a cooperation with Wang Quan, she would ride her bike to this yard in the middle of the night, collect the waste into the space, and hand it over to the system to exchange for points.
Then put the things Wang Quan needed into a room that was specially left empty.
Then check the accounts recorded in the account book and keep the money that should be paid.
When exchanging in the system space, the weight will be automatically calculated. The weight of each truckload of slag is also similar. As long as you compare it with the account book and do a quick calculation, you will know whether the account is correct. A little loss is normal, as long as the amount is not large, it is understandable.
So far, Ruan Mianmian is quite satisfied with this way of cooperation.
After she had finished everything, she locked the yard door and rode her scooter to the village.
The small pedal is exchanged from the system mall and is much more comfortable to ride than a bicycle.
The only downside might be that you can't ride it when there are people around.
After returning to her own small courtyard, Ruan Mianmian felt very tired physically, but her mind was still very clear.
She began to think carefully about the handicrafts.
Until the trial yields results, she cannot go to the captain to talk about this.
But she really didn't have time to do them one by one.
Apart from working with Wang Quan, her current focus is on studying.
She is not someone with a particularly high talent for studying. Others are academic geniuses, but she is probably just a little short of being an academic master.
In her current environment, she is considered a relatively capable person, but she also clearly knows that there are always people better than you.
There are many people who are better than her in other places. The bigger the place, the better the educational resources are, and the more talented people there are.
If she wanted to be admitted to her ideal university in the first year of the resumption of the college entrance examination, she would need to work very hard.
So she needs to spend a lot of time studying.
Suddenly, she thought of Zhao Xiaohua, who usually helped with housework besides going to work. If she could let her do it first, she wouldn't have to worry about it.
She decided to go to Xiaohua's house tomorrow and have a good talk with her.
But she didn't expect that Zhao Xiaohua would rush to her house first.
Seeing Zhao Xiaohua with red eyes and swollen cheeks, Ruan Mianmian was a little confused.
What is going on? !
"Sister Mianmian~wuwu~Sister Mianmian~wuwuwu~~~" Zhao Xiaohua felt extremely aggrieved, but didn't know how to say it out loud. She could only hug Ruan Mianmian, burying her head in her arms, sobbing and calling her name.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you being bullied?"
This was the first time she had seen Zhao Xiaohua cry since she had met her, and cry like this.
Ruan Mianmian didn't know where to put her hands. Hugging her seemed too ambiguous.
Doing nothing seems too cold.
Finally, I had no choice but to hold her shoulders with both hands and pat her gently to comfort her.
After a long while, Zhao Xiaohua finally stopped crying and slowly began to stop crying.
But there was no way to stop it completely for the time being. I could only watch her nose twitching and try hard to calm myself down.
After helping Zhao Xiaohua sit down on the chair, Ruan Mianmian poured her a bowl of water.
"Have some water first."
Zhao Xiaohua took the bowl of water and drank most of it in one gulp. After she finished it, she realized that it was sugar water.
Most of the resentment and resentment in my heart were suppressed in an instant.
Sister Mianmian is really good to her, even better than her own mother.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Ruan Mianmian asked, "Tell me, what happened today?"
She pointed to her swollen cheeks again, "Who hit you?"
Touching her cheek, Zhao Xiaohua's feeling of grievance started to surge again.
Seeing her emotions, Ruan Mianmian spoke first, "Don't cry first, talk about the matter first."
"Yes." Zhao Xiaohua nodded heavily, adjusted her mood and said, "My mother beat me."
"Why did your mother hit you?" Ruan Mianmian asked in surprise.
In her impression, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao are both relatively honest people.
He has a low presence in the village. In addition to his normal work, Uncle Zhao also helps people make some wooden furniture and other things.
Many things in Ruan Mianmian's room were made by Uncle Zhao.
Aunt Zhao is not someone who likes to stir up trouble or gossip. In any case, she has never heard of Aunt Zhao meddling in other people's affairs.
"It's all because of my grandma!" Zhao Xiaohua emphasized this. She really didn't understand why her grandma treated her like this. Not only did her mother not stand by her side, but she also helped her grandma to oppress her.
Is she her biological daughter?
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