Chapter 062: Moving and Storing

After walking around Tang Garden twice, she found that although the house was dilapidated, it was not completely unusable. At least she found a few rooms where light could not come in when the windows were closed.

It's a nice day outside now. Closing the windows to block out light shows that the airtightness is good and there will be no leakage when it rains.

This is indeed the case. After finding these houses, she looked at other houses and clearly saw the difference between the leaking houses and the non-leaking houses. The floors of the former were obviously more "wet", while the floors of the latter were relatively cleaner and drier.

At the same time, she also used this method to find a house that was at risk of leaking and excluded it from the range of storage options. At least, the room was not needed for the time being.

This was not enough, she went to Hong Kong to buy a whole roll of plastic film, and fixed the plastic film on the walls and floors of several rooms that were already rainproof, and then took out the rags one by one.

There were a total of forty-eight bags of rags. She only kept a few bags at her residence in Hong Kong as a "deception" and moved the rest here.

The new house was larger than she had imagined. After all the scraps of cloth were moved in, they only took up one room, leaving a few empty rooms for storing things.

At the same time, after clearing out the rags, her little house in the game space and Xiangjiang's residence suddenly felt much larger.

As expected, a big house does have its advantages. You can put more of everything in it.

When she walked out of the house, she deliberately hung a lock on the door and tied a branch to the lock. The branch was there because it was not normal to have a lock in such an environment, and the lock was there so that even if she was discovered one day, it could delay time for her to come and deal with it.

After locking the door, she moved the original bed of this body to a corner where rain would not leak, and simply put the things on it, and then left this vest's "temporary residence" on the bed.

After working for a while, there was no sound coming from outside.

Tang Yuan had no plans to contact the people here for the time being. Except for a few rooms inside, she left the houses and doors outside untouched, in order to avoid being discovered that something was wrong with her.

After the rags were moved here, Tang Yuan returned to Hong Kong and began to plan to "transfer" the inventory in the house.

The security guard at the door clearly saw her bringing back dozens of bags of rags some time ago, and also learned from her that the house could no longer hold so many rags. If she just continued to bring rags in from outside, it would definitely arouse the security guard's suspicion.

So she needed to "transfer" some of the scraps of cloth in the house to make room for new scraps of cloth.

To do this, she bought several plastic bags that were about the same size as the sacks, filled them with air, tied a knot, and then stuffed the plastic bags into the sacks.

After the sack is tied into a knot, outsiders can only see a bulging sack.

She went out three times a day, carrying a sack each time. She left under the watchful eyes of the security guards, walked around outside, and then came back, letting the security guards look at her empty hands.

But the sack was not always empty. When she went out at night, she would fill the sack with small wallets to be sold the next day, "deflating" the sack as she walked, and finally get on the bus carrying the sack.

When she stepped off the bus, her sack naturally returned to its normal size filled with her small wallet.

The market she chose had a lot of traffic, so the small wallet business was very good. For several days in a row, she sold more than fifty small wallets every day. Aunt Li and Aunt Lan never mentioned anything else. Every day, they happily took the small wallets to be sold the next day from her and settled the day's bills.

Over the course of several days, she "moved out" more than twenty sacks under the watchful eyes of the security guards.

When she came back with an empty sack again, the security guard took the initiative to talk to her with a smile: "Do you have a place to sleep in your house now?"

"Yes, I finally freed up some space. I sorted the things and gave them to others," Tang Yuan said with a sigh, "but I still have to continue doing this job."

"Are you going to continue moving those things back?" the security guard asked her.

"Yes, but it shouldn't be as much as this time," Tang Yuan said, spreading his hands and smiling bitterly, "I'm also working for others. There's really nothing I can do. I just have to accept whatever they say."

"Yes, we have a job like this, so we can only do our work with peace of mind." The security guard agreed with Tang Yuan's words and did not mention the fact that she had stored things in the house.

In fact, Tang Yuan had no plan to move so much back in one go, and in the next few days, he was still mainly focusing on "moving out". Only when he had moved almost everything did he find time to go to the garment factory and buy back three or five bags of rags.

In terms of frequency, the amount she brought back was far less than the amount she moved out, so after a while, she gradually removed the bags of rags that were used as a cover in the house.

The new scraps of fabric are not all denim and shirting, but are mixed with some other types of scraps, which allows her to make wallets with more styles than before.

The same design can look very different if the outer layer is different.

In one month, even though the number of small wallets sold gradually decreased in the later period, the sales volume was maintained at at least thirty to forty per day, and Tang Yuan earned a total of more than 4,200 yuan.

After a month, she still had more than 2,000 small wallets left in stock. Based on the current sales volume of 1,200 per month, even if she did nothing, the remaining stock would be enough to sell for another two months.

Confirming this, she quickly reduced the number of wallets she made each day. Based on current sales, she only needed to work two or three hours a day to meet the supply.

that is……

There is a larger stock of rags.

Tang Yuan stood at the door of the second warehouse, looking at the half-filled sacks inside.

After a month of hard work, she conscientiously made small purses and used up two large bags of rags every five days. Finally, she successfully turned the fifty bags of rags she initially stockpiled into eighty bags.

The room for storing rags was also successfully expanded from one room to one and a half rooms.

She didn't want this to happen. Who said these scraps of cloth were really cheap? No matter which garment factory it was, the price they offered was almost the same. Even if the materials that the garment factory usually used to make clothes were particularly good, the scraps left over at the end could still be bought for a large bag for only four or five yuan.

While she was "moving out" the scraps of cloth, she continued to purchase more from garment factories, moving the scraps of cloth from the house she was given in Hong Kong to here. After a while of hard work, the amount of scraps of cloth increased instead of decreased.

It’s not that she regretted buying these scraps of cloth, but she was worried about what to do with them. Wallets could be an option, but no matter what, the number of wallets that could be sold was limited. If she only did the wallet business, she wouldn’t need to stock up on scraps of cloth. The scraps of cloth in front of her would be enough for her to use for a long time.

Two bags of rags can make 500 wallets. There are 80 bags of rags left, which can make 20,000 wallets. Now she sells 1,000 wallets every day. If all of them are made into wallets and sold, it will take her 20 months.

"Xiao Mei?"

Tang Yuan was startled by the sound coming from outside the house. He immediately closed the door, ruffled his hair, and walked to the front door of the house.

As soon as I reached the door, someone called out carefully not far from the door: "Xiao Mei? Are you still there?"

Tang Yuan walked forward and deliberately bumped into the open door, causing it to creak, leaving just a gap wide enough for a person to pass through. He then walked into the gap and stuck his head out with disheveled hair.

"You're still alive, that's good. I brought you some food, eat it yourself." The other person glanced at her, without even seeing her clearly, put the food on the ground, turned around and left quickly.

As he ran to a distance, he heard a voice: "The madman is still alive, the madman is still alive!"

Tang Yuan was silent.

I really don't know whether to say that these people are polite or impolite.

But he still specially brought something up, which showed that he cared about her. She walked forward, looked at the straw container on the ground, and soon saw what was inside. She didn't expect it to be Qingtuan.

Counting the dates, these two days are indeed Qingming Festival.

No wonder some people came up to see her. It was special in this season. If someone came up and didn't see her, they would probably start worshiping her.

The green dumpling was placed in a clean straw container. She picked up the green dumpling and held it in her hand. When she returned to the house, she closed the door again, leaving only a smaller gap. In this way, if someone entered from the front door, the door would inevitably creak.

This body couldn't eat Qingtuan, so after returning to the * game space, she steamed the Qingtuan and ate them with Tang Yuan's body during the lunch hour.

This Qingtuan is filled with chopped bacon. Although the amount is not much, it enriches the overall taste of the Qingtuan.

When she returned to the machinery factory, she belatedly sensed the atmosphere of "ancestor worship", but at that time people were not allowed to worship their ancestors openly, and many people burned paper money secretly.

The temperature in the Northeast is still low, but it is much warmer than the coldest time.

There was absolutely no need for warm sweaters in Hong Kong, and the orders she brought back changed from sweaters to ordinary cotton clothing orders and woolen accessories orders.

They have been processing cotton clothes and taking orders for decoration with wool for a month. On average, they can knit five or six pieces a day. Together with orders for wool ornaments, Shen Wenyu and her second aunt have not stopped knitting sweaters for the past month.

All of this batch of clothes were put on sale in Mama Xue's store, and the sales were much better than expected. And because the wool yarn was just for decoration, it could be crocheted onto either long-sleeved or short-sleeved clothes. According to Mama Xue, as long as the quality remained up to standard, she could place long-term orders.

Before going to the boiler room, Tang Yuan picked up the cushion she had just made and carried it out.

After the purse was made, she had a bunch of even smaller scraps of cloth left in her hands. These scraps were of no use at all, so she used them as cushion fillings. The small pieces of cloth, without large pieces, were soft and comfortable.

This is also a way to use rags, but using them only as fillers is a bit of a waste.

On the way to the stove room she was still thinking of other uses for the rags.