"this?"
Wang Guihua hesitated. Yes, she had to think of a way to make people still want to buy from them, otherwise...
Mingzhu, after all, was a girl who grew up in the capital and was pampered. She was the one who bought these things before.
"Auntie, my hair accessory is perfectly fine. Under what circumstances would you buy a new one?"
Wang Guihua glanced at the hair accessory, which was still almost brand new, and subconsciously said...
"That thing is perfectly fine. As long as it's usable, that's enough. It doesn't keep you full or full, it's just for show. You can't resist anything that looks good..."
She paused for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oh, I get it. You mean they have money, and they'll buy anything new and pretty, regardless of whether it's useful or not, right?"
"Auntie, the person we're looking for is someone who loves beauty and is willing to spend money."
"Well, well, we don't know any of those fancy tricks, do we?"
This time, everything was done at the old lady's house, so she naturally knew what Wang Guihua was worried about.
"Xiao Jian, Xiao Ming, you are both educated, quick-witted, worldly-wise, and have a comprehensive way of thinking. We trust your judgment."
They've spent almost their entire lives in this village and never left. They've seen so much of the world, and they only know how to cook a few things. They're afraid their creations won't look good and won't be appreciated.
"Third Madam, look at me, I don't even use this thing, and you still want me to think about it?"
The drawing I did for you that day was one I'd seen before. Look at Mingzhu's, isn't it a little braid like this now?
Now wrap this end up a little higher, and secure the braid like this. See, isn't it different from before?
The bean flour in Wang Guihua's hand no longer smelled good; she leaned closer to it.
"Huh, really?"
Third Aunt, did you see that? With just a twist of the hand, it changed.
The old lady seemed somewhat helpless.
"Didn't you braid your daughter's hair when she was little? Didn't you try different styles back then?"
"Those red and green headscarves from the supply and marketing cooperatives a few years ago, isn't that what they used to wear?"
The old lady has a granddaughter and dotes on her child, so she is naturally familiar with this.
"Haha, Auntie doesn't have a granddaughter, and Sister Xiu has grown up. There's no one to practice with, so Auntie must be out of practice, right?"
"Hahaha!"
You can only earn a few cents at most for each hairpin, maybe two mao. That's only because there's a truck carrying mountain goods on the way; otherwise, nothing you say will make a difference.
I simply tried to teach them this thing so they would have something to do during the winter and earn some pocket money, but that was all. More importantly, I wanted to introduce other little things to them.
Low profit margins mean high sales volume is essential.
At this time of year, outside of supply and marketing cooperatives, even exchanging a bunch of scallions is considered shady. Relying on these few simple hair ornaments, trying to make something out of nothing is harder than climbing to heaven.
She's not a design major, so she can still browse books in the space and plagiarize a little, but those resources are limited after all. Besides, if she doesn't add other shaping and decorative materials, it's just hair accessories, headbands, leather cases, and hair ties.
Then we can only focus on the edges of the fabric scraps. After all, there's no woman in the village who doesn't know how to sew; they're just a bit more meticulous, but they don't have many fancy designs in their minds.
In other words, all she can provide are the blueprints and the readily available workers.
"Third Grandma, do you think this cushion I've put on is pretty?"
This is a simple cotton pad that we usually put on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Sometimes the kang gets cold, and sometimes we put it on a chair. It's still the old lady's handiwork.
The old lady smiled after taking a look.
"You silly girl, do you expect me to praise my own cooking skills?"
"Third Aunt, Auntie, what do you think? If this piece of cloth were replaced with scraps of cloth pieced together, those small scraps that are all the same size, and then staggered so that they are next to each other, all neat and tidy, wouldn't it look nice?"
The old lady and her daughter-in-law had just cobbled together a cotton-padded jacket for the two children a few days ago, so they naturally knew very well what was going on.
"It will definitely look good, but this thing, if you can make clothes, you can make it. It's just a few lines of thread. If you're careful and align them, it's not difficult."
"Yes, that's not difficult; the difficult part is the idea itself,"
He quickly patted the dough off his hands, pulled back the curtain, and took out a few small dolls from the shelf behind him.
"What if we replace the outer fabric with the scraps of fabric we have that can't be used to make clothes, and then coordinate the colors properly? Do you think anyone would like it?"
At first, she thought of throw pillows, which all have straight edges and are not difficult to design. But then she thought that there weren't many companies that made sofas, and throw pillows are something that young women like. If she made a big deal out of it, she shouldn't label it as capitalist hedonism.
These kinds of dolls are much safer. Even if you buy them, they're for children. They're only palm-sized and don't use much cotton inside. They're obviously toys, so who would try to make a fuss about them?
Women, regardless of age, are powerless against cute and adorable things.
Immediately, everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Wow, how did you make this? It's so beautiful."
"Wow, the stitching is really good, you can't even tell the difference,"
The children on the ground ran over, grabbing one and refusing to let go. Wang Guihua was about to get up to wash her hands, but seeing this, she simply sat down again.
"Alright, if you like this boy, then you can imagine how good your judgment is for the girl."
"Xiao Jian, is this difficult to do?"
Jian Dan was surprised that she was the first to accept it. The old lady was taken aback for a moment, but quickly smiled.
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