Chapter 159 The sieve becomes a spirit
So, Chu Zizhou, in a good mood, asked: "Is the cost high?" 癚
"The cost is small and the profit is small. It can earn money for the villagers of Erdaohe Village to buy meat."
Chu Zizhou looked at Song Yunuan with a complicated expression: "You are such a good person."
Song Yunuan: "I am just young, otherwise the captain of Erdaohe would have nothing to do with you."
Chu Zizhou: "..."
Oh, you still want to seize power.
I welcome it so much!
The characteristic of young people is that they do what they say. 癚
Just when I wanted to call the sewing wire factory in the county, the phone on the table rang.
Chu Zizhou picked up the phone, listened to a few words, turned around and said to Song Yunuan: "It's the comrades from the horse farm cavalry company who asked you...Have you written a reply? They just happened to be sending a batch of urgent items. If you have, they can send it to you."
Song Yunuan blinked: "I put it in the big mailbox in front of the post office."
So Chu Zizhou told the other party, and the man quickly hung up the phone.
Chu Zizhou went to see Song Yunuan.
Song Yunuan immediately asked him: "What do you think I'm doing? Hurry up and make a call. The Dragon Boat Festival is just a few days away."
So Chu Zizhou started making calls, first calling the sewing factory, and then calling the textile factory. 癚
Then Chu Zizhou took Song Yunuan and drove to the county town.
The thread produced by the sewing factory is mainly black and white, and there are also colored threads, but the quantity is not large.
But even for this, they approved 200 yuan.
Chu Zizhou took the note to pick up the goods.
The 200 yuan actually filled two sacks.
One of the sacks was the goods Song Yunuan bought for her own processing factory.
The next stop is the paper mill in the north of the city. 癚
Bought bright red paper and the new product wrinkled colored paper, which can be used to make silk flowers.
The last stop is the textile factory.
When the director of the textile factory heard that he was going to start a side business, his eyes lit up and he asked Chu Zizhou: "Xiao Chu, what side business are you going to start?"
Chu Zizhou smiled and said: "It's just a small thing. How can such a big textile factory of yours take it seriously?"
The director also laughed.
He approved the note. He knew whose grandson Chu Zizhou was.
Of course, he had to entertain him warmly.癚
He casually asked Chu Zizhou: "Who is this girl, is she your sister?"
Chu Zizhou said: "No, this is from Erdaohe, her name is Song Yunuan."
Director Shao of the textile factory glared: "Song Yunuan?"
Song Yunuan smiled: "Director Shao, hello!"
"Are you the Song Yunuan who helped us build bridges to establish the vocational cadre school in Nanshan County?"
Song Yunuan nodded: "It's me!"
Director Shao slapped his thigh: "Oh, it's you, girl, you are really amazing!" 癚
"No, no, no, I'm just building bridges, the specific work still needs to be done by uncles and uncles, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't know if it will succeed."
Chu Zizhou looked at Song Yunuan: this hypocritical humility.
"Whether it succeeds or not, you are a great contributor. Just for your character, you deserve praise."
After a humble speech, Song Yu Nuan got a note of 800 yuan from Director Shao and moved most of the truckloads of accumulated fabrics from their warehouse.
Nylon flannel, and some of them were scraps of satin.
They were all red, green and golden, very bright, and
this kind of fabric is very expensive. 癚
But they were all scraps of fabric, either a few inches or just a small strip.
Chu Zizhou packed a single 200 yuan.
Director Shao took the initiative to send out the big truck in the factory.
On the way, Chu Zizhou asked Song Yunuan: "Have you been ready to buy goods with us?"
"I am here just for fun. It's mainly because Director Shao is so enthusiastic that I feel unworthy of his kindness." Song Yunuan said with emotion.
Chu Zizhou: "..."
I don't believe you. 癚
Little girl, like a spirit of sieve.
I guess she was thinking about buying goods for her family before she went to him to plan the so-called Dragon Boat Festival side business.
But I have to say that today is really Song Yunuan's face.
Who could have thought of this?
Now the villagers of Erdaohe have become accustomed to the old Song family having a big truck parked at any time.
They looked at Song Liang and the Song family, and unconsciously they were a little envious.
It felt like they were getting farther and farther away from the village.癚
All the big and small bags were carried into the west room.
When passing by the brigade headquarters, the three sacks belonging to the brigade headquarters had been unloaded.
Song Yu Nuan asked the financial officer, Mrs. Song, to pay back Chu Zizhou.
Because Chu Zizhou paid for the 900 yuan.
Then Chu Zizhou said to Mrs. Song, "Auntie, let Xiao Nuan come over later." Mrs.
Song looked at Chu Zizhou who was respectful to her and sighed in her heart.
She has lived to such an old age, and her eyes are not bubbles. 癚
In the past, the grandpa and grandma were called sweetly, but suddenly they became grandpa and aunt. During
the days when Tingting came back, Chu Zizhou ran home when he had nothing to do.
First, he drove to the guesthouse to see Tingting's teacher at night, and the next day he came to pick up Tingting to send her teacher to the station.
Although Tingting's teacher is his Aunt Zhu,
it makes people wonder, somehow it is a bit wrong.
Since ancient times, people have always paid attention to the family background.
The Song family is too low-class, and will be looked down upon.
Even if her family is rich, according to what Xiao Nuan said, they are at most nouveau riche.
They can't compare with the children of noble families.
If you want to play with them, they won't take you.
The old lady took the bag of biscuits that Chu Zizhou gave to Ah Sheng and walked out of the brigade slowly.
The sky of Erdaohe was particularly blue, with white clouds floating in the sky.
It had been raining for the past two days, and it just cleared up yesterday. The willow leaves on the roadside were lush and green.
The old lady suddenly became very ambitious. 癚
This is just like building a house for your own family. I used to have a thatched house, so I can make more money and then build a big villa.
Isn't this a change
of status? No one is born to be a king or a general.
Didn't the people living in Jiucheng also come out of the countryside in the past?
Of course, she thought about this and that, but when she saw Song Yu Nuan, she stopped thinking about anything.
The two children didn't have that thought, so she didn't worry.
Her granddaughter was a literary star descended to earth, and the stories she wrote could be printed in books, which was really amazing. 癚
Pulling Song Yu Nuan and saying to her: "Chu Zizhou asked you to go to the brigade headquarters. Is there still a gourd in the sachet for the Dragon Boat Festival that you mentioned? Xiao Nuan, just move your mouth and don't move your hands."
This little hand is not for work, but for holding a pen.
Song Yu Nuan was well prepared. She found a few pieces of brightly colored fabrics and cut them. Since she was not good at sewing, she let Lian Xiang do the work and she moved her mouth.
After a while, a small and exquisite sachet was made.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Old Mrs. Song said, "Isn't this the sachet that rich families used to wear?"
Song Yu Nuan said, "It would be better if there was a red bead, or a small wooden bead would be fine."
Old Mrs. Song: "There is a kind of dried fruit in our mountain. The fruit core is like a small bead. Use a cone to drill a hole in the middle. When I was a child, I made a bracelet to wear for fun."
So Old Song hurried to the forest in a carriage.
Because he was in a hurry, he only picked a small cloth bag and came back.
Song Yu Nuan picked up one and smelled it. It smelled really good.
This time, the exquisite little sachet was made.
The colorful rope was woven to make a hanging rope, with a fruit core on the top and tassels made of colorful threads on the bottom.
It looks new and unique...