Cheng Maixiang and her mother were busy for the entire afternoon, interviewing many people before they finally finalized the list of people who would work in the garment workshop.
After dinner, Cheng Maixiang was busy under the lamp again. Seeing that she had not eaten well all day, Cheng's mother couldn't help feeling distressed.
"Maizi, haven't we already hired all the people for the garment workshop? What are you still busy writing?"
Cheng Maixiang said without looking up, "I'm drafting the contract. Once it's finished, I'll have the people from the garment factory sign it."
"What, a contract?"
Mother Cheng opened her mouth in surprise, not understanding what Cheng Maixiang was trying to do. She wanted to ask her, but she was busy writing, so she had to wait until she finished.
It's no wonder that Cheng's mother was puzzled. This era was not like later generations. Most agreements with others were made verbally. Moreover, because the people were simple and honest, there were basically few cases of people going back on their words. Therefore, it was rare for the two parties to sign a contract to stipulate their rights and obligations among the people. As for the countryside, it was unheard of.
But Cheng Maixiang was unwilling to do so. After all, signing a contract would provide protection and would only benefit both parties. Of course, she could also imagine how big a reaction asking the female workers to sign the contract would cause, and she had already prepared for it.
This time, the garment factory hired a total of fifteen people, so naturally fifteen contracts were needed. Cheng Maixiang wanted to save costs and was unwilling to spend money to go to the city to make copies, so she had to copy them word for word.
It took Cheng Maixiang more than two hours to finish sorting out all the contracts. She packed them up and prepared to distribute them to the employees tomorrow. Turning around, she saw Cheng's mother looking at her lovingly, so she sat down beside her and gently leaned her head on her shoulder. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Maizi, you are different now." Mother Cheng said sincerely.
"Different, what's different?" Cheng Maixiang naturally knew what Cheng's mother was talking about, but she could only play dumb. "Mom, am I more beautiful than before?"
Mother Cheng burst into laughter and gently poked her forehead with her finger, "Yes, it looks better."
It does look better.
In the past, my daughter only had eyes for Wu Jiadong all day long. If Wu Jiadong was happy, she might not be happy, but if Wu Jiadong was unhappy, she would definitely be even more unhappy.
It’s not like now, she’s smiling all the time and can make up her mind no matter what the matter is. It seems that as long as you leave the big things to her, you don’t have to worry about them anymore.
Cheng's mother had never been to school and couldn't quite come up with the word "temperament," but she felt that her daughter's spirit and energy were completely different, and she was full of confidence.
Cheng Maixiang didn't want her mother to bring up this topic again. "Mom, you've been busy all day. Why don't you rest early?"
"Go to bed early?" Cheng's mother looked at the clock in the room with a mixture of laughter and tears. "It's only half past eight. How can people in the countryside go to bed so early in the summer? Don't you worry about being laughed at?"
That's right. On summer evenings, most villagers like to gather under the two willow trees to chat and gossip. Cheng's mother doesn't like to gossip with others about other people's private matters, so she rarely goes there. However, she rarely rests at this time.
Cheng Maixiang smiled mischievously, pulled out a piece of paper filled with words from the notebook on the table, and handed it to Cheng's mother, "Mom, since you are not tired, let's discuss tomorrow's work plan..."
"Maizi, you're not done yet..."
The opening date was chosen as August 8th. Nowadays, feudal superstition is not allowed. Cheng's mother originally wanted to find someone to calculate the date privately, but was rejected by Cheng Maiqing. In the end, Cheng Maixiang decided to set August 8th as the opening date of the garment workshop.
Eighty-eight, make money!
Early in the morning, after breakfast, Cheng Maixiang and her mother rushed to the garment workshop, took out the drawings and fabrics prepared in advance, and placed them on each sewing machine.
At half past eight, all fifteen female workers arrived at the garment workshop on time. After greeting Cheng Maixiang and Cheng's mother, Cheng Maixiang hung a cloth sign with the words "Shuangshui Village Garment Workshop" written by someone on the door, and Cheng's mother lit a thousand firecrackers that had been prepared long ago.
The crackling and deafening sound of firecrackers attracted many villagers to watch, and many children gathered at the door to watch the firecrackers and applaud.
Cheng's mother brought out a plate of fruit candies and distributed them to the children who came to join in the fun. The children rushed over to grab them, and the whole plate of fruit candies was snatched up in no time.
Cheng Maixiang saw that everyone had a smile on their face. Although the opening ceremony was extremely simple and crude, with no flower baskets, no tailoring, and no celebrity appearances, and only the support of the villagers, she still felt warm in her heart.
She has always believed that as long as she works hard, this garment factory will surely grow and develop in her hands and bring more benefits to the people of Shuangshui Village.
The opening ceremony ended quickly, and the female workers sat down at the sewing machines and embroidery tables according to the positions they had decided yesterday.
Last night, Cheng's mother and Cheng Maixiang divided the work. Cheng's mother was responsible for teaching the female workers who made clothes to read the drawings and explaining in detail the production methods and acceptance standards of the clothes.
The few female workers recruited were all used to making clothes at home. It didn't take much effort for Cheng's mother to get them to understand. They had no major objections to the acceptance standards set by Cheng's mother, so they took the fabrics prepared for them by Cheng's mother and started making clothes.
Cheng's mother originally wanted to do it, but she had too many things to manage and had no time to rest. From time to time, female workers would discuss the details of the clothes with her, so she had to solve other people's problems first.
Cheng Maixiang was in charge of the embroidery work. Her job was relatively simple. After all, as soon as she took out the drawings, these experienced people immediately understood them. She didn't need to say much. Before long, the workers lowered their heads and focused on their work.
This time, Cheng Maixiang's design abandoned the traditional bright red and green colors, and did not adopt the peonies and lotus flowers that rural people like, or the festive mandarin ducks playing in the water. She adopted the elegant style that later consumers prefer, whether it is a small boat moored on a green lake, or an isolated cabin at dusk, all with a bit of petty bourgeoisie style.
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