Chapter 12 Lack of Money
Chapter 12 Lack of Money
It was a sunny morning on the weekend. When the two sisters walked to a small building, they were already sweating.
Wen Ling walked to the iron gate and knocked a few times. With a scratching sound, a pug ran out and sniffed the smell outside through the crack in the door.
"Niuniu, please help me open the door." Wen Ling heard the sound through the iron gate and happily shouted into the crack.
With a click of the iron door, the gate really opened. In front of Fang Qing's surprised expression, Wen Ling picked up the pug and walked quickly into the yard, "Qingqing, come quickly, I'll take you to see Teacher Qiu."
Fang Qing followed behind and looked around. The small courtyard was square and not very large, but it was paved with fine bluestone tiles. The attic was beautifully built. In addition to the dark blue sandstone on the walls, there were many glazed tiles that formed a painting, which complemented the entire attic.
There was a small tree in the west corner of the yard, and it was hard to tell what kind of tree it was. Under the tree was a rocking chair with a thick blanket on it. Next to it was a small table with an unclosed book and a pot of tea on it...
At this time, the two of them had already walked to the door of the house. Wen Ling skillfully put on a pair of elegant slippers, and turned around to find a pair for Fang Qing. "Put on your shoes. Teacher Qiu doesn't like people wearing shoes into the house."
Fang Qing nodded. It could be seen from the outside that the owner of this house was a person who paid attention to cleanliness and comfort, so it was only natural for the guest to follow the host's wishes.
The first floor of the house is the living room. Two long old sofas are placed opposite each other. A row of lush green plants behind them instantly makes the living room lively. The Chinese paintings of clothes and landscapes on the wall give people a sense of transcendence. Fang Qing followed Wen Ling all the way up to the second floor and walked straight to the door of a spacious and bright room. Wen Ling knocked on the door and walked in, "Teacher Qiu, I'm here for class."
"It's Xiaoling, come in quickly, I want to talk about the problem with your last homework." A gentle but somewhat old voice came, making Fang Qing freeze in place. This voice... why is it so similar to the ugly grandma who was the only one who gave her warmth in her previous life?
Seeing Fang Qing standing at the door in a daze, Wen Ling turned around and pulled her behind the easel. An old man with a kind face and gray hair appeared in front of him. Although it was not quite the same as Fang Qing's memory of his previous life, the kind smiling eyes still made Fang Qing tremble.
There is no mistake, there is no mistake, this is the ugly mother-in-law who taught her to paint and often comforted her!
Although he didn't know why the ugly old lady in her previous life had her face ruined and was stranded in a mental hospital, Fang Qing was still moved to tears when he saw the ugly old lady's true appearance for the first time. Ugly old lady, we meet again, it's great.
Fang Qing remained silent for a long time, which immediately caught the attention of the hospitable teacher Qiu. She looked up and saw through her reading glasses a very pretty girl looking at her with tears in her eyes and a red nose.
"Little girl, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to sit down and take a rest?"
Teacher Qiu's concern brought Fang Qing back to her senses. She wiped away the tears from her eyes embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, some sand blew into my eyes when I walked in just now. Hello, teacher. My name is Fang Qing. I'm glad to meet you."
Teacher Qiu looked Fang Qing up and down. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. He stretched out his hand to invite her to come closer and pointed to the easel in front of him. "Are you interested in learning painting? If you want to learn, I will teach you for free."
Wen Ling, who was standing by, immediately followed suit, "Yes, yes, Qingqing, you should learn it too, so that we can draw and study together every day in the future!"
Fang Qing certainly wanted to learn, but she hesitated when she thought about the high cost of learning painting. Teacher Qiu was not in a hurry and smiled and asked her to follow along and wait until she had made up her mind before making a decision.
Teacher Qiu is the only one at home. Her husband passed away early, and her only daughter went abroad to study. I heard that she has a smart grandson who sends gifts home every Chinese New Year. The few photos on the wall show Teacher Qiu when she was young. She has never seen such a happy smile on the face of the ugly mother-in-law.
Fang Qing looked at the overly clean and tidy house and the old man who was teaching seriously on the chair, and felt inexplicably sad. In her previous life, the ugly old lady had taught her simple sketching, which was her only happiness in the cage. She never thought that the ugly old lady was actually a painting teacher. What did she experience in her previous life that she ended up in a mental hospital...
"Qingqing, come here and see how I draw."
Wen Ling's cry brought her back to her senses. She smiled and walked over, blending into the warm atmosphere...
As soon as I entered the house in the afternoon, I saw my aunt helping my mother blanch pickled cabbage in the yard. When she saw me come back, she excitedly pointed to her room and said, "Go and have a look, the new schoolbag is ready."
Finished? Fang Qing ran back to the room and immediately saw the large pink backpack with double straps on the bed. The thick outer cover and soft and thick shoulder straps made it look good and convenient to carry.
"Aunt, you are really amazing. My original drawing was very rough, and I was worried that you wouldn't be able to do it." Fang Qing held the schoolbag tightly and leaned against the door frame, looking at his aunt's smiling face.
The aunt raised her eyebrows proudly while working, "It's just a schoolbag, can it be difficult for me, your aunt?"
Fang Qing looked at the schoolbag and suddenly had a bold idea in her mind, "Aunt, do you think other people will like this schoolbag? How about if we make it in batches and sell it?"
Fang Cuiying stopped what she was doing, thinking about the process and time of making the schoolbag, and then shook her head, "Your schoolbag is good, but from selecting the material to starching and washing to the final cutting and sewing, it took me five days. The materials are not expensive, but the labor cost is hard to earn back..."
Fang Qing felt a little discouraged after hearing this. She held her schoolbag and thought for a long time. Suddenly, the assembly line in the TV series in her previous life appeared in her mind, and she suddenly got something to think about.
"Auntie, if each step is assigned to a different person, and they just do this one thing, will the production speed be improved?"
Fang Cuiying didn't expect her little niece to say something like this, "Have you ever worked in a factory? That's how garment factories operate. But even if you make this schoolbag, can you guarantee that someone will buy it?"
Fang Qing was finally discouraged by the question. Indeed, if there is no market, no matter how good the product is, it is not necessarily profitable. It seems that it is still unrealistic for her to make money from schoolbags.
Fang Qing reluctantly put down his schoolbag, rolled up his sleeves and started to help his aunt with the work, but he kept thinking about how to solve this problem...
Outside the gate of Jingtan County No. 2 Middle School, Liu Xiuxiu waved goodbye to a few friends, dressed up beautifully and headed quickly to Sun's house. But just as she walked through an alley, a big hand suddenly reached out and dragged her in.
Liu Xiuxiu's screams were all blocked in her mouth until she heard the hoarse chuckle of the person behind her and caught a glimpse of a strand of curly hair out of the corner of her eye, and then she felt relieved.
"Sister Xiu'er, long time no see."
(End of this chapter)
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