Gao Qiufeng did not allow Qi Qingmei to go to Jiang Xiaohui privately. Even if she wanted to meet him, she had to do it in public for fear of ruining her reputation!
Qi Qingmei didn't want to listen to Gao Qiufeng, but she had to.
Because in Qi Fusheng's heart, Gao Qiufeng is more important than her!
Qi Qingmei relies on Qi Fusheng in this family. If she loses favor, her situation will be very difficult.
In order to meet Jiang Xiaohui more often and cultivate their relationship, Qi Qingmei would go to the fields to work with him every day. It would be better if she could say a few words to Jiang Xiaohui, but if she didn't have the chance to just look at him a few times that was also fine.
Shen Qinghe and Jiang Chunlin had already walked away and turned into black spots. Qi Qingmei looked angrily at Jiang Xiaohui who was cutting wheat, wondering when he would pamper her like that.
Thinking about the dirty clothes I took from him last night that had not been washed yet, I went back first.
Qi Qingmei rummaged through Jiang Xiaohui's pockets, wanting to take out the things inside and wash them.
She first took out a five-foot cloth coupon and was delighted.
In her setting, Jiang Xiaohui has a pair of working parents and an older brother. When his parents get old, the responsibility of caring for them will be the eldest brother's job, and she and Jiang Xiaohui just need to live their own lives.
His future will be a career in politics, and he will become the mayor, and she will be the mayor's wife.
Thinking of the scene she had just seen, Qi Qingmei sneered. Even if Jiang Chunlin did not follow her plan in the end, so what? No matter how much he doted on Shen Qinghe, he was just a peasant. Shen Qinghe would only suffer a lifetime if she followed him.
But she is different. After she marries Jiang Xiaohui, she will go back to the city with him and live a life of luxury with him.
Qi Qingmei searched another pocket and took out a piece of letter. When she unfolded it, she saw that it was a letter written to her by Jiang Xiaohui's father.
The main content tells him that even if he is in the countryside, he should not slack off, but should continue to learn and improve himself and wait for the opportunity to return to the city. If he meets a girl he likes, he cannot just ignore everything based on love, but also see if the other party can help him.
Qi Qingmei is not smart but not stupid. After reading the letter, she finally understood why Jiang Xiaohui was hot and cold towards her.
How can I help him?
Jiang Xiaohui's parents would help him, but because he has an older brother, the amount they can provide is limited.
Thinking of the defective cloth I bought at the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday, I came up with an idea.
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Shen Qinghe was very angry at Jiang Chunlin's lack of restraint, so she rode her bicycle towards the county town. Jiang Chunlin ran behind her. She thought he would not be able to run after a while, but he followed her all the way to the county town.
This man's physical strength is extraordinary... awesome!
This jog was just a drizzle for Jiang Chunlin, he didn't even take a breath.
"It's getting late now, how about you go to the black market and I go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a sewing machine?"
Shen Qinghe glared at Jiang Chunlin, "You know it's getting late!"
Jiang Chunlin reached out and touched his nose. It turned out that he was not asleep yet, otherwise he wouldn't be so fierce!
Riding a bicycle to the black market was too conspicuous, so Shen Qinghe parked the bicycle in the parking shed of the county hospital, gave a dime to the old man who was watching the bicycles, and walked towards the black market carrying the snakeskin bag.
Still go to a secluded alley to change clothes first, and then go to the black market.
The place where she originally set up her stall had been occupied by someone else, so she found another vacant space.
When setting up a stall here, there is no rule that a certain spot belongs to someone. Whoever arrives first gets to choose first.
Shen Qinghe placed the finished tablecloths, curtains, etc. on a clean cloth, and then placed the small woolen gadgets aside. She crocheted woolen pendants while looking at the stall.
"Hey, what is this for?"
A woman in a floral shirt looked at the tablecloth made of scraps of cloth, picked it up and asked Shen Qinghe curiously.
Shen Qinghe put down what she was holding and said with a smile, "This can be used to cover the table, the tea set, or the quilt."
"Aren't they all covered with white lace?" The woman took the patchwork cloth and looked at it over and over again. It looked quite beautiful.
Seeing the woman's interest, Shen Qinghe smiled and said, "This one is more distinctive and better looking than the white lace cloth. This style has bright colors and dark colors. It depends on which one suits your home's decoration style. The combination can add personality and style."
The woman glanced at Shen Qinghe, then at the tablecloth in her hand. She liked this tablecloth very much. After thinking for five seconds, she asked, "How much?"
"Five dollars!" Shen Qinghe said.
The woman's eyes widened in astonishment. "This is too expensive. I can't even spend that much on a piece of white lace."
"This is purely hand-sewn." Shen Qinghe turned the tablecloth over to show the woman, "Look at the stitches. I sewed it stitch by stitch. The cloth is not valuable, but the craftsmanship is valuable."
The woman hesitated, wondering whether it was worth spending five dollars on a tablecloth.
Five dollars is enough for their family’s food expenses for a week.
But she really likes this tablecloth.
Shen Qinghe stood aside with a faint smile, waiting for the woman to make her own choice.
People without money won’t buy tablecloths, while rich people don’t mind changing them frequently. Decorating the home from time to time will increase people’s sense of happiness.
The woman struggled for a while, then gritted her teeth and bought it. When she saw the rag doll next to it, she didn't think it was too expensive this time and bought it directly for her daughter.
It’s true, no matter what time it is, adults will never harm their children even if it means harming themselves.
Shen Qinghe glanced at the cloth on the ground, then at the half-crocheted pendant, wondering if she should make something for the children.
"Girl, aren't you selling snacks?" Wang Guimei came to the black market early this morning and didn't see Shen Qinghe. She came again after having lunch and sending her grandson to school. She didn't expect to run into her, but how could she sell anything else?
Shen Qinghe glanced at Wang Guimei and said with a smile, "Making snacks is smoky and hot every day, but doing this is cleaner." This is mainly about making money.
Wang Guimei looked at Shen Qinghe carefully and still felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen her somewhere, but she was sure that she did not know Shen Qinghe before and had only met her in the black market.
She is not that familiar with him, but her grandson likes the snacks she makes.
Hearing her say that, I know she is definitely not married. If she were married, she would earn money to support the family, and she wouldn't care whether she smokes or not.
It's just a pity that she looks like that. If she was prettier, she would want to introduce her to her youngest son. She is so capable.
"My grandson will have a lot to worry about in the future. And my old sisters told me when they met me this morning that they like the snacks you made." Wang Guimei said regretfully.
"If you like it, I'll go to the garment factory once a week in the future." Thinking of that man, Shen Qinghe hesitated, "Or, you can come here to buy for them, and I'll give you hard work money. Whenever you need it, just tell me when you go out shopping."
Wang Guimei grinned, "That would be great."
As she spoke, she looked at the objects that Shen Qinghe had placed on the ground, squatted down, picked up a few and took a look. There happened to be a curtain in the house that was torn, so she picked one up and left.
Looking at Wang Guimei's back, Shen Qinghe thought, "I have to keep this customer. The people in the family compound alone can buy a lot of things from me."
"Ugly thing, did you run fast yesterday?" From childhood to adulthood, Tang Hao had never suffered such a big loss as yesterday. This was definitely the dark history of his life. If his buddies knew that he was thrown to the ground by a woman, they would laugh at him for the rest of his life.
When Shen Qinghe saw Tang Hao, her face changed!
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