Chapter 155 How did you know
Under the guidance of Xu Zhichun, an outsider who was cramming at the last minute and could not even be called half-baked, but had just managed to memorize some of the patterns, Zeng Xiaojuan listened carefully and revised the patterns again and again. Finally, she combined the opinions of Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er, and carefully drew six pictures. Together with the four pairs of soles she had made, she went into the city with Xu Zhichun and others to sell them that day.
Qiao'er was entrusted to Aunt Liang to look after him for half a day.
It's the same whether you drive one sheep or two sheep. Aunt Liang has to take care of her grandchildren at home, so Qiao'er is just a by-product.
Besides, although Qiao'er is young, he is mature and well-behaved, so no one needs to worry about him.
Zeng Xiaojuan has a gentle personality, is well-behaved and honest. The aunts and sisters in the village who have come into contact with her all sympathize with her and are willing to lend a hand.
Zeng Xiaojuan originally didn't want to go into the city and wanted to ask Xu Zhichun and others to help sell the goods. Xu Zhichun tried hard to persuade her to go with him.
The reason was that they were not very good at women's work. Zeng Xiaojuan went to other people's shops and paid close attention to the various fabric patterns, clothing, shoes and socks styles, and talked more with the shopkeepers, so that she could have a good idea and make what the shop needed.
In fact, another reason was that Xu Zhichun felt that she should have more contact with outsiders, which would also be a kind of experience.
Zeng Xiaojuan thought it made sense, so she went.
Accompanied by Xu Zhichun and others, Zeng Xiaojuan finally plucked up the courage and stammered to the female shopkeeper of the clothing store to sell her clothes and bargain. She successfully sold six patterns and four pairs of soles.
The pattern was not as valuable as Xu Zhichun thought. One piece was sold for only fifteen coins, and six pieces made up a total of one hundred coins.
A pair of ordinary thick-soled cloth shoes can be sold for at least sixty cents in a clothing store, but the price of the shoe soles purchased by the store is much cheaper.
The soles made by Zeng Xiaojuan were thick, the stitching was dense, and the edges were tightly locked. The shopkeeper praised them a lot, but only gave her fifteen cents for a pair.
After deducting the cost of needles, thread and cloth, and ignoring the labor cost, the profit from a pair of soles is estimated to be around seven cents.
Zeng Xiaojuan sold them all without hesitation.
The pattern and soles sold for 160 coins. Zeng Xiaojuan clutched her purse tightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I, I can make money too. I really can! Xiaoyan, I can support Qiao'er too."
Zeng Xiaojuan felt like she was dreaming.
I never thought that I would have such a day.
Zeng Xiaoyan was also happy for her, "Second sister, without those people holding you back, things will be better in the future."
"you're right."
Several people laughed.
The shopkeeper admired Zeng Xiaojuan's craftsmanship very much and said on the spot that as long as the soles she made in the future were like this, he would buy as many as she could make.
You know, making good soles is not that easy.
The soles of cloth shoes are not all made of layers of cloth glued together. Several layers of cloth are sandwiched with a layer of local bamboo shoot shells, which are glued together with rice paste. This process is repeated seven or eight times, and then the soles are tightly sewn together with needle and thread, one stitch after another, and finally an insole is obtained.
The bamboo shoot shells used are very flexible, waterproof, wear-resistant, and flexible enough not to hurt the feet. You have to go up the mountain to collect bamboo shoot shells that are wide enough to cut into a sole, take them home, boil them thoroughly in boiling water, wash them clean, and dry them in the shade before you can use them.
When using it, cut it with scissors according to the size and shape of the sole, then sandwich it between layers of coarse cloth and stick it on.
Therefore, this is a job that tests manual skills. The dexterity of the hands is directly related to whether the soles are comfortable to wear, durable, and good-looking.
Zeng Xiaojuan was a skilled needleworker, and could make a pair of soles a day. Although her income wasn't much, it was enough to support her and her daughter for the time being. She readily agreed.
With a stable source of income, I feel at ease.
After leaving the city and returning home, Zeng Xiaojuan picked up Qiao'er and began making shoe soles. She had bought a lot of cloth and needles and thread today, so she could make a lot more soles. She planned to work until the evening, when the light became dim, and then go to the garden to water the vegetables.
There was no konjac left at home, so Zeng Xiaoyan and her husband and Aunt Zhuer went to the mountains to dig some. Xu Zhichun planned to deal with the remaining ones at home first.
I didn't expect there to be an uninvited guest.
"Xu Zhichun! Xu, open the door! I know you're back, open the door quickly!"
It was Zhang's voice.
Besides her, there were other voices, and it seemed that people from both rooms had come.
Xu Zhichun's eyes darkened.
Zhang's tone was anxious and a little angry, which made Xu Zhichun both disgusted and confused.
Everyone tacitly knew that they had become enemies and had tacitly agreed not to have any contact with each other anymore. Xu Zhichun didn't know where they got the nerve to come to his house.
This posture seems to be justified?
Xu Zhichun glanced at Chunfen, and Chunfen also glanced at her.
"Sister-in-law Zhichun, it's your great aunt, and there are others."
Xu Zhichun sneered slightly, "They are all bad guys, Chunfen, you have to listen to me later."
"Yes, Sister Zhichun, I'll do whatever you ask me to do. They definitely can't beat me."
Xu Zhichun felt warm in his heart and burst out laughing.
That is Chunfen, simple, without so many scruples, she doesn't care about elders at all, and no elder has the nerve to argue with her.
Fortunately, she exists.
Xu Zhichun strode forward, suddenly opened the door, and took two steps back.
"Hulua!" They rushed in like water, including Zhang, Uncle Liang, the Mao couple, Liang Mingguang, Liang Cuier, Bai and Uncle Liang, and all the adults from Liang Mingshan's two families.
Xu Zhichun took a quick look and saw that everyone from both rooms had arrived in an orderly manner.
"What are you doing here?"
Mrs. Bai smiled faintly: "Why? Can't we come to your place? Is there some secret in your room? Why don't you invite us in to sit down?"
Xu Zhichun sneered: "No, you are not worthy."
"you--"
"presumptuous!"
"Xu, do you have any manners? How do you speak like that?"
"Try to be so arrogant again? Your parents didn't teach you well. Now that you have entered our Liang family, we will teach you. If you do this again, we will beat you."
"Yes, I think she just needs a lesson, otherwise she wouldn't be so bold and cunning! Xu, I see through you."
"That's outrageous!"
The people from both families became more and more angry as they talked, and they were so angry that they felt as if they had suffered a great injustice from Xu Zhichun.
Xu Zhichun was originally confused, but at this moment, he suddenly understood.
What else could make them so angry, besides interests?
Although she didn't know why, she already knew it was so.
"How did you know? How did you know I made a lot of money selling gray tofu and gray bean shreds?"
"How dare you say that!" Zhang's heart ached as if Xu Zhichun had snatched away her own money. "You'd rather bend your elbows and help outsiders, making them rich, than keep your own family members in the dark and leave them alone. Xu, is that how you do things?"
(End of this chapter)
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