Chapter 284 Lazy Sheep, a noble sheep born solely for sleeping. ...
A meeting called by the Shanghai Municipal Bureau of Light Industry to "learn from Comrade Qin Xiangxiang's experience in reform and innovation" has come to an end. Qin Xiangxiang felt both physical and mental torment, but this was not the end.
Like the former Feiyan Textile Factory on the island, Feiyan No. 2 Factory also experienced a surge of "visits and learning" visits.
Textile factory leaders and technicians from across the city, and even from other provinces, formed inspection teams and flocked to Feiyan No. 2 Factory like tourist groups. They wanted to learn from its "excellent reform model."
However, many people's thinking was indeed "rigid" at this moment. Qin Xiangxiang heard a middle-aged factory director, holding a notebook, ask with a serious expression:
"Director Qin, in which phase of the Five-Year Plan should the policy of 'treating old machines in the sun as cultural relics' be implemented?"
Qin Xiangxiang: "??????"
First of all, their factory had no planning.
"Secretary Li, why don't you answer this comrade's question?"
Secretary Li was drenched in sweat and felt internally collapsing, but he tried his best to maintain a smile: "Actually... well, first of all, the factory needs to have old machines that have a deep connection with the workers."
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After answering the questions, Secretary Li felt that he had aged ten years. Becoming a role model was a difficult thing, especially since—everyone in the family knows their own family.
You can't say that the factory manager moved the machine to the doorway purely because "I, Old Li, am jumping around trying to throw the machine away," can you?
Comrades, we're all drenched in sweat!
These "overlearning" sessions are truly overwhelming.
"Director Qin, I heard that after Sun Xianjin returned to the factory after his training, he also put two scrapped carding machines at the factory gate. This is simply a poor imitation! The factory workers say that it makes the factory look like a 'scrap yard'."
"Factory manager, someone else has come to ask about our factory's five-year plan..."
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Qin Xiangxiang really wanted to skip work and go back to school right now, to avoid dealing with so many study activities. It was one thing to be at the factory, but what was even more terrifying was going home and facing her mother, Zhou Aodong.
Zhou Aodong also had a notebook in hand, saying he wanted to learn wisdom from Comrade Qin Xiangxiang.
"What wisdom does my daughter, whom I raised with my own hands, possess?"
"Qin Xiangxiang, you're getting more and more brilliant!"
"How did you come up with these ideas?"
Qin Xiangxiang: "...purely for laziness and to get by." Plus, to take advantage of freebies.
"modesty!"
"Good girl, you're so clever! My dear granddaughters, you should all learn from your mother."
"Mom, let's study!"
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Qin Xiangxiang felt dizzy and exhausted. Meanwhile, the radio was playing a clip from "Factory Director Qin's Clever Battle Against Liu Manfu." Zhou Aodong, with his three granddaughters, listened to the radio, but he seemed to have become deaf, turning the volume up to the maximum so that the whole building could hear Gu Zhihuai's voice.
When Li Jianzhi returned from school in his military green uniform, he found his mother-in-law listening to the radio with her three granddaughters, while Qin Xiangxiang lay on the bed like a corpse, her face peaceful and motionless.
Li Jianzhi: "..."
"Although I don't know what to say to fit the occasion, my wife, you will definitely live a long life."
His wife never experiences anxiety or internal conflict, nor does she waste her energy; she's like a thousand-year-old tortoise, blessed with lasting fortune.
Qin Xiangxiang barely lifted her eyelids to glance at him, "You must not be saying anything nice, I'm not listening."
"Hey—what's this?" Li Jianzhi noticed a small cloth bag at his feet, which contained some gray wool.
Qin Xiangxiang yawned: "Haven't a lot of companies come to our factory to learn from us recently? This seems to be wool scraps brought by the director of a wool textile factory in Northwest China. He said that his factory has mountains of wool scraps that he can't sell or get a high price for."
“I brought some back to try making a felt hat for you and your son.”
The problem with these wool scraps is that the poor can't afford them, and the rich don't care about them. Even if they are wool scraps, they are still wool and cannot be disposed of cheaply. However, if they are made into felt hats or slightly larger felt paintings, it is too time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the cost increases a lot.
This Northwest Wool Textile Factory had also produced some felt products with the intention of doing foreign trade, but they couldn't sell them at the Canton Fair. This time, they came specifically to Feiyan Textile Factory to learn from their experience.
"Wool felt?"
When Li Jianzhi saw the bag of grayish-brown wool scraps, he immediately thought of all sorts of wool felting games and DIY wool felting, which would later become very popular.
At that time, there were not many wool felt products, and wool felt paintings were of a traditional type. At that time, the cartoon patterns in China were not very cute, or "not adorable".
This type of wool felt is perfect for making cute and adorable wool felt dolls.
For example, they can be made into adorable shapes such as giant pandas, golden shaded dogs, and little pink pigs.
"Let me poke it and try it out. It can be made into a felt doll." Li Jianzhi couldn't help but feel a little itchy. Actually, he had never played with this before, but he had seen his girlfriend's comrade-in-arms play with it and make this kind of wool felt DIY doll for his girlfriend.
I heard that his comrade's girlfriend liked a certain emoji, so he made a felt emoji doll for her—haha, opinions on the final product vary.
It's rather abstract.
DIY wool felting, though anyone with hands can do it, can result in a finished product that is completely different from the example picture.
In the end, he gave it away, and his girlfriend didn't break up with him.
“I’ll make one for you, but never mind, I’ll make one for my daughter… I’ll make one for my son.”
Li Jianzhi wanted to show his love for his wife, but then thought better of it and decided not to. Instead, he would show it to his son, Xiaopang, to express his love as a father.
Want to be a Big Bad Wolf?
Isn't it absurd to use wool to make a character like Grey Wolf?
Finally, Li Jianzhi decided to become a "Grey Sheep"—a "Lazy Grey Sheep".
"What are you doing?" Qin Xiangxiang stopped lying down and sat up in bed with a jolt. Her deadbeat husband was too quiet; he must be secretly doing something naughty.
Li Jianzhi's voice was deep: "Be a cute Lazy Sheep."
Commander Li discovered that he had a talent for making wool felt, or rather, the lazy outline was relatively simple, and he actually managed to poke out a cute little sheep in a sitting position.
Dye the wool felt directly with a brown paintbrush, tie on brown horns, then use a black brush to draw eyebrows, eyes, and nose, and use a red brush to draw two cute blushes.
A round and adorable Lazy Sheep has been made.
Li Jianzhi: "It's yours, wife."
When the product was well made, Comrade Li immediately abandoned his earlier promise to give it to his son and began to fawn over his beloved wife.
"It's quite cute." Qin Xiangxiang held it in her hand, squeezed it, and found it felt nice; she liked it very much.
"Here you go, a lazy sheep."
Qin Xiangxiang was stunned: "Who are you calling lazy?"
She's lazy, but she won't allow others to directly call her lazy—that's how domineering she is.
Li Jianzhi smiled and pinched the dusty little sheep: "I said, the little sheep I made is called 'Lazy Sheep'."
"Are you trying to use this opportunity to slander me?"
Li Jianzhi hugged his wife tightly: "How could that be? Lazy Sheep is so cute."
"A happy life is one where you eat your fill and sleep well, and sleep your fill and eat well."
Qin Xiangxiang: "???"
Li Jianzhi: "Lazy Sheep is a noble sheep that was born specifically for sleeping."
Qin Xiangxiang tugged at his sleeve, widened her eyes, and asked curiously, "Are you talking about the 'sheep' in your hand, or about me?"
She really admired this man for being able to say such eccentric yet incredibly flattering things to her while maintaining his handsome, aloof demeanor.
Yes, yes, Qin Xiangxiang is indeed lazy. If she were a sheep, she would be a noble sheep born specifically for sleeping.
Li Jianzhi: "..."
He lowered his head and poked her nose with the tip of his high, straight nose. "Wife, how can you still be so cute?"
"I consider myself 'lazy'."
The couple cuddled for a while when several children came in. They saw the Lazybones in Qin Xiangxiang's hand and all said they wanted one too.
"Mommy, I want one too!"
Qin Xiangxiang: "Your dad made this by hand, it's a bit ugly."
Li Jianzhi: "??????"
Sui Sui: "A daughter doesn't mind her father's ugliness, so Mom can have him."
Li Xiaopang: "If it's really that ugly, then it must be mine."
Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
Li Jianzhi: "...In this family, there is also my son who helps me set things right."
"Hmph! This is Mom's, so it belongs to Mom."
“There are so many wool felts here. Let Dad teach you how to make them yourselves. Each of you can make one.”
"It's over, it's over!"
Qin Xiangxiang kept the Lazy Wool Felt for herself without any guilt. There were four children in the family, and it was not enough to go around. Giving it to anyone else was not as good as keeping it for herself.
However, she also found it a bit amusing. She casually pinched a handful of wool and, remembering all the cute patterns in the factory before, casually made an adorable "panda".
Wow! Mom, you made it so beautifully!
"I want Mommy's to make it!"
"I want my mom!"
Li Jianzhi: "You've gone too far! Your father is working hard to teach you how to do things yourself—self-reliance leads to abundance."
"Mom made this for Dad, you two do it yourselves!!!"
Qin Xiangxiang made a few wool felt dolls, but felt that the colors were too monotonous and the grayish color was too simple. So she took them back to the factory and contacted Feiyan Factory No. 1 to use the factory's natural dye formula to dye the wool felt.
Just then, Meng Qiaoyun, nicknamed "Bold Meng," arrived at Feiyan No. 2 Factory.
"Wool felt? Dyeing? Wow, these little things look really nice. I'll make one for my granddaughter too."
"Factory manager, can I have one too?"
"Factory manager, I also have children at home..."
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Qin Xiangxiang never expected that the wool felt dolls would be so popular. Anyway, the factory had brought in a batch of natural dyes, so whether they dyed one or a batch, they might as well make more, even if it was just as a factory employee benefit.
So she went to the director of the Northwest Wool Textile Factory: "How much of this kind of scrap material do you have in your factory? Why don't we buy it all?"
The wool mill manager blushed: "...That's a bit too much."
Qin Xiangxiang: "???"
How many do you want?
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