When Shen Qinghe rushed to the county supply and marketing cooperative, she saw that they were getting ready to get off work, so she ran in and shouted, "Comrade, I have lost my pen and notebook, and I am waiting to finish my summer homework at home. Please help me!"
The salesperson, who was originally not going to respond, softened his heart after hearing Shen Qinghe's words. He also has children, and some teachers assign a lot of homework during the summer vacation, and one notebook is not enough to finish it.
Shen Qinghe smiled gratefully at the salesperson and bought a pound of white paper, ten sketch pens, ten ordinary pencils, two erasers, and a pencil knife for a total of seven dollars and fifty cents.
I have to say, things these days are really cheap!
Walking out of the supply and marketing cooperative, Shen Qinghe looked down at the things in his hand and grinned.
Jiang Chunlin was there just now, so it was not convenient for her to go to the hospital.
Shen Qinghe glanced at the county hospital not far away and rode his bicycle over there.
Ten minutes later, she came out of the hospital with a bottle of medicine in her hand.
After returning home, she gave each of Jiang Chunlin's five nephews two ordinary pencils, told them to study hard, and then went back to the room.
"Qinghe is so nice. These two pencils cost ten cents each." Chen Fenxia gave one pencil to her son and locked the other one in the box.
"Yes, the fourth brother is lucky!" Jiang Chunlai said with a smile while staring at his wife's belly.
Now whatever Chen Fenxia says is the truth, and he obeys her like her son!
Liu Hongmei and her husband were also very grateful to Shen Qinghe. She was thoughtful enough to think of buying pencils for her two sons!
Wang Dan snorted coldly and threw the pencils onto the table. One of the pencils rolled to the ground.
Jiang Yuping picked it up hurriedly, and seeing that the pencil was stained with dirt, he wiped it on his clothes.
"Mom, my pencils have run out a long time ago and you haven't bought me any new ones." He held his two pencils in his arms as if they were treasures, fearing that his mother would break them.
"You are such a shallow-minded person!" Wang Dan poked his youngest son's forehead with his finger. "Don't you see your uncle and aunt eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks every day? They go to the county town every now and then, but they never buy you a piece of meat. What's the use of a pencil if you don't eat or drink properly?"
"The teacher said, 'Books are the golden house and books are the beautiful women! '" Jiang Yuping took two steps back and said to his mother dissatisfiedly.
Wang Dan glared at his youngest son and said, "Then you are full from reading books, why do you need to eat?"
Jiang Yuping ignored his mother and went into the house taking the pencil given to him by his aunt.
Jiang Yuyang was also afraid that his mother would drop his pencil, so he took the pencil and left.
"What do the kids know? Why are you angry with them?" Jiang Chunming frowned. "What's wrong with the two kids loving to study? Look at the educated youths at the educated youth sites. They speak in a refined and elegant manner. It's so pleasant to listen to them."
"What's the use of being educated?" Wang Dan said sarcastically, "They are still digging for food in the fields just like us, and they can't even dig better than us."
Jiang Chunming didn't bother with Wang Dan and went to pick grass for the pigs with his backpack on his back.
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Shen Qinghe didn't know that she had good intentions, but ended up causing a lot of gossip!
After coming back, she cut the white paper in half. One pound of white paper was about ninety sheets. She bound twenty sheets into a notebook, and ordered nine notebooks in total.
Each notebook is small and thin, so it is convenient for her to carry when showing the designs to potential clients, and if she loses one, she does not have to throw away all the designs.
Jiang Chunlin entered the room carrying a bucket of hot water and saw Shen Qinghe holding a pen and drawing something on paper seriously, like a model student.
He walked over to take a look and saw that she was drawing a piece of saree, the style of which was somewhat different from the ready-made clothes hanging in the supply and marketing cooperative.
"You want to sell this?"
Shen Qinghe was so absorbed in her painting that she trembled in fear when she heard Jiang Chunlin's voice. She raised her eyes to look at him and said with a smile,
"I'm going to make custom-made clothes. If you don't like the clothes I make, you can pre-order them. I'll add five dollars to the price!"
"Is there anyone who wants it when it's so expensive?" Jiang Chunlin was a little skeptical.
Shen Qinghe chuckled, "I have a wide range of interests, not limited to everyday clothes. For example, I can also make wedding clothes and clothes for birthdays."
Nowadays, when people encounter happy events, most of them wear red. They stand out in the crowd but have no distinctive features!
"You are really a good businessman." Jiang Chunlin gave Shen Qinghe a thumbs up, and then narrowed his eyes as he thought of something, "But..."
Shen Qinghe smiled with a guilty conscience. She was just relying on the fact that she came from a book and using marketing methods from the real world.
These are all tricks that the capitalists have played out.
Shen Qinghe noticed that Jiang Chunlin's eyes were not right and was about to speak when he suddenly picked her up.
"What are you doing?" Shen Qinghe was startled. She turned her head upside down, causing the blood to flow back and her head to swell.
Jiang Chunlin gently put Shen Qinghe on the kang, then pressed her down and said in a hoarse voice, "Take care of your husband!"
After the bath, Shen Qinghe lay on the kang and instructed Jiang Chunlin, "The bath water has gone cold, boil it again."
"Yeah!" Jiang Chunlin responded, put on his clothes, and carried the bucket of cold water to the kitchen to boil some hot water.
Shen Qinghe glanced at his back, the corners of her mouth twitched, she was messing with her husband!
Are you planning to do that?!
Men are all pigs, their minds are full of that.
Jiang Chunlin, who was sitting in the kitchen making a fire, slapped his head with his hand, forgetting about his husband's responsibility!
Forget it, considering that she has not been hooking up with Jiang Xiaohui recently, I will not take over the husband's role for the time being!
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When Qi Qingmei was riding her bicycle back, she met Fu Luanqing who was also riding a bicycle back from the county town.
"Teacher Fu, are you going to the county town too?" Qi Qingmei slowed down the car, turned her head and asked with a smile.
In a period novel, there must be a school and a teacher in the village. She just casually added one and only mentioned it once in the book and then nothing else.
Fu Luanqing was gentle in nature. When she heard Qi Qingmei ask her, she steadied the handlebars of the bicycle with one hand and patted the army green bag hanging around her neck with the other hand.
"School is about to start, and I bought some pencils and notebooks for my children." It's good enough to be able to send children to school. Some parents don't buy school supplies for their children at all.
Qi Qingmei said "oh".
Fu Luanqing had something else to do, so he said hello to Qi Qingmei and rode away faster.
Looking at his back, Qi Qingmei's eyes lit up and she also sped up.
"father!"
Qi Fusheng had just sat down on the stool after work, drinking tea while waiting for dinner, when he saw Qi Qingmei coming back with a smile on her face, and most of his fatigue disappeared.
He just loves his eldest daughter.
Qi Fusheng asked with a smile, "Have the clothes been sold?"
"No." The smile on Qi Qingmei's face faded a little, but when she thought of something, she smiled again.
"That's right!" Qi Fusheng looked at his precious daughter and said with a smile, "Doing business is not that easy. It's normal to not be able to sell at the beginning."
At worst, I can let her wear the clothes herself, so it doesn’t waste anything.
"Dad, I have something to tell you." Qi Qingmei stopped her bicycle casually, pulled a stool and sat in front of Qi Fusheng, looking at him seriously.
Seeing Qi Qingmei's serious expression, Qi Fusheng also became serious and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Dad, can you let Brother Xiaohui replace Fu Luanqing to teach in school?"
Qi Fusheng's face changed, "This is not a joke. The children's future is very important. Luanqing has taught that child well. We can't just replace him casually."
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