Chapter 640: So Deep
In mid-April, the greenhouse in the courtyard was dismantled.
Fu Jingyou was busy and sweating. After rolling up and putting away the plastic film, he fetched water and went into the house to take a shower.
Lu Miao was very particular. He had always been by her side, and over time, he began to follow her into the same field.
Tang Mei was not surprised, but when she saw him tidy up and walk out with his bag, she still asked:
"Where are you going? Xiaobao will be back soon. She knows you don't have classes this afternoon, and she'll definitely ask if she doesn't see you."
Fu Jingyou replied casually:
"There's still quite a bit of stuff left at home. I need to get it out before the compulsory classes start on May Day. I'm going to go check it out. I won't have much free time to mess around later."
Dumping goods is fake, going to the hospital is real.
Cleaning up neatly is also for future preparations, to avoid any wounds on the body, which would be inconvenient to clean at night...
Tang Mei nodded and instructed him carefully:
"Be careful. If it doesn't work, just leave it at home. Safety is the most important thing."
"knew."
Fu Jingyou nodded and left the yard.
This time he didn't ride a bicycle. He went to the bus stop on the back street of the alley, waited for the bus to come and got on it directly.
When Lu Miao came back in the afternoon, he smelled a faint smell of iodine alcohol when he entered the room. Puzzled, he put something there and asked:
"Where are you hurt?"
Fu Jingyou was curled up on the kang reading a book. He was startled when he heard her words. He was impressed by her keen perception, but he also sat up and responded:
"No, just a small cut."
No wonder Lu Miao is sensitive.
When I first came in, I saw that the greenhouse was gone, but there was a smell of disinfectant in the house. It must have been spilled somewhere when they were busy.
She sat on the edge of the kang and moved closer to Fu Jingyou:
"Where is it? Let me see."
Fu Jingyou stretched out his hand, and there was a big blood mark on the palm of his hand. The wound was so neat that it looked like it was cut by a knife.
Judging from the color of the bloodstain, it was not a shallow scratch.
"Why are you so careless?"
Lu Miao frowned and held his hand to carefully check if there was any dirt left inside:
"Did you apply the iodine yourself? Did you go to the hospital?"
"I went to the hospital. I accidentally broke it while dismantling a shelf. The wood was pretty sharp."
Lu Miao frowned and pursed his lips slightly.
Expressed displeasure at his carelessness:
"How did the doctor examine you? Was there any debris or anything in there? Did they pick it out for you?"
"I've already done it. I used that saline solution. It rinsed it very cleanly, so you can see if there's any foreign matter at a glance... Don't worry, there's nothing left in there."
He answered in a very serious manner. Lu Miao frowned and held his hand and blew gently.
After a while, he emphasized:
"Be careful next time, it's so deep..."
Fu Jingyou knew she was distressed, and touched her hair with a smile:
"It'll be fine tomorrow, don't worry, okay?"
Lu Miao glared at him and snorted:
"Yes, don't I know you? You have thick skin and flesh and can't eat fine bran, you're a wild boar!"
Fu Jingyou curled the corners of his lips, looked at her with deep eyes, and just smiled without saying a word.
Lu Miao lost his temper at his look and glared at him several times.
Afterwards, I calmed down and let him continue reading his book, not worrying about anything else.
Fu Jingyou responded, and unusually did not move.
However, he always paid special attention when Lu Miao walked in and out with her bulging belly.
Once he realized that there was something difficult for her to do, he would move to the edge of the kang and get off to make it clear for her.
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The next weekend, Fu Jingyou rarely went out.
Lu Miao rested his head on a pillow and leaned comfortably against the window on the side of the kang, stringing beads.
He sat beside her reading a book and occasionally listened to her mumbling a few words.
Hearing her say that someone in school imitated her and also made hairpins and hairbands and sold them secretly, Fu Jingyou closed the book and said:
"Is this still selling well? If it's not, then forget it. You won't make much money... You're already pregnant, so you need to rest your eyes. The doctor also said that all of this is linked to your future. Take good care of yourself now so you can have a healthy body and good eyesight later."
Lu Miao nodded: "I know, I just enjoy doing it. It's not like I have to make this money."
Mood is the main thing.
Besides, how much profit is this?
The world is gradually opening up now, and there are so many ways to make money, any one of which is more reliable than this.
She knew what was going on, so Fu Jingyou nodded and said nothing more.
Lu Miao continued to gossip with him:
"I sell them for 10 cents, and they sell them for 8 cents. It's true that quite a few people buy theirs, but I've seen them make it from my classmates."
She smiled mysteriously and said:
"Just wait and see, those people will come back to buy from me."
"How do you say that?"
"Workmanship, materials, and matching, these are all differences." Seeing that he didn't understand, Lu Miao looked at him angrily and explained with examples while counting on his fingers:
"You took the trouble to carry the things I use back from so far away."
"Take hair ties, for example. Even if they're made from scraps, that material would still cost 70 or 80 cents a foot on the black market. It's definitely different from the processed fabric they use at department stores that costs a few cents a foot."
Hair ties and hair bands look delicate, but they are actually quite simple to make.
Buy one, open it and you'll know what it is.
Lu Miao doesn't care about a few cents of profit, but others may not care.
Lu Miao was not surprised at all that someone followed suit.
She had expected it.
You can learn how to do things, but you can’t learn the aesthetics.
As she and the child’s father said, the workmanship, materials and matching are all different.
Department stores sell processed cloth cheaply.
The reason why treated cloth is treated cloth is not because of poor quality.
The material is thin, so there may be some flaws in some places.
For example, the middle wiring is crooked or the coloring is uneven.
These are not big problems. They can be worn as clothes, and naturally will not affect the making of hair ties.
It’s just that the thin material is easy to remove the edges.
It doesn't take much material to make a nice hair tie.
Cutting a foot of fabric into multiple pieces to minimize waste not only tests the stitching skills but also requires slow and careful work.
If those people were careful and attentive, they could probably make this small business stable and use it as a daily income.
After all, although they sell cheaper than Lu Miao, taking the materials used into consideration, their actual profit is actually higher than Lu Miao's.
Of course, that's a positive development.
Lu Miao had seen it from a classmate last time.
The fabric of the large intestine hairband they bought had serious edge loosening. Without deliberately prying open the stitching to look, you could vaguely see a few tiny thread loosening openings.
I just bought it, how many days can it be used?
At this time, students in school are not well-off.
Once you hurt someone this time, it will not be easy to gain their trust or earn money from their pockets in the future.
With these people serving as negative examples, what does she have to worry about?
The demand for hair ties and small hairpins has decreased these days, which is actually better.
She can spare some free time to research something new for her daughter.
Lu Miao strung a small string of pearls with transparent fishing line, wrapped it into the shape of a round pistil, and fixed it with a crocheted five-petal flower.
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