When Shen Qinghe came back from the bathroom, Jiang Chunlin brought her a large bowl of eggs boiled in boiling water.
“I put brown sugar in it, drink it while it’s hot, and rest at home for a few days if you feel uncomfortable.
Even if you do nothing, I won't let you starve!"
"Jiang Chunlin." Shen Qinghe stared at the smoking egg soup and said in silence for a few seconds, "Thank you!"
Jiang Chunlin looked at Shen Qinghe suspiciously. He felt that what she wanted to say just now was not thank you.
Seeing Shen Qinghe drinking the egg soup mouthful by mouthful with a small spoon, he didn't say anything else. He took the black steamed bread and ate it with a bowl of boiling water beside him.
Shen Qinghe glanced at him and continued drinking the egg soup.
She originally wanted to ask Jiang Chunlin if he could install a door on the toilet so that there wouldn't be a situation where someone was inside without people outside knowing.
I think it would be okay for her to hang a sign on the door.
After breakfast, Jiang Chunlin saw that Shen Qinghe also looked like she was going out. He frowned, but said nothing and drove her towards the county.
"I came back early today. Did you come back on the ox cart after get off work?" Shen Qinghe said to Jiang Chunlin's back while sitting in the back seat of the car.
Today she just wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy back the defective cloth. It would be more convenient to ride a bicycle. When riding on a ox cart, so many people would stare at her, and she would inevitably be questioned by the enthusiastic ladies.
It is profitable to sell a few crocheted items a day.
But she wanted to develop in the clothing industry, so crocheting would just be a side job and not her main focus.
After buying the defective cloth, she wanted to make a few clothes and draw some designs so that she could sell them on the black market tomorrow.
First stabilize a group of long-term customers, then seek development.
When she is allowed to do business in the future, she will open a studio specializing in customizing high-end and mid-range clothing.
The main concern now is the fabric.
"Okay, you don't have to worry about me." Jiang Chunlin said.
After arriving in the county town, Jiang Chunlin repeatedly reminded Shen Qinghe to be careful, and then went to report to Guanghua Garment Factory.
Shen Qinghe first went to the county hospital and parked her car in the parking shed. She gave the old man who watched the car ten cents and asked him the time. It was just after eight o'clock. After thinking for a while, she went to a quiet and deserted alley to disguise herself and then wandered around various black markets in the county.
The black market where she is now is relatively close to Guanghua Garment Factory and the supply and marketing cooperative, while other black markets are relatively remote.
Some black markets are located in a small alley, with people guarding both sides, and you need to pay five cents to enter.
Shen Qinghe went to several black markets and rushed to the county supply and marketing cooperative for fear of missing the time to buy the defective cloth.
I met Qi Qingmei at the door.
Qi Qingmei rolled her eyes at Shen Qinghe, glared at her, and rode away on her bike.
Shen Qinghe narrowed her eyes. The way Qi Qingmei looked at her made it seem as if they had a deep hatred for each other.
Qi Qingmei came to the black market to sell clothes today. She wanted to use the money to buy a white shirt for Jiang Xiaohui so that he could wear it when he becomes a teacher.
Before she left, she urged Qi Fusheng again. Qi Fusheng said that the time was not right, but he guaranteed that Jiang Xiaohui could teach in elementary school next semester.
After getting Qi Fusheng's approval, he doesn't feel as disgusted with Shen Qinghe anymore, but he doesn't like her either.
Shen Qinghe didn't bother to pay attention to Qi Qingmei, a useless girl!
I walked into the supply and marketing cooperative and asked the time. It was ten minutes to ten o'clock.
When Luo Ailan saw Shen Qinghe smiled faintly at her, she went back to work. It would seem too deliberate to queue up now. Shen Qinghe was afraid of missing the time and being in line at the back and not being able to buy the cloth she wanted, so she just wandered around the counter.
At the same time, I was silently calculating the time in my heart.
With about five minutes left, she stood in front of the counter, picked up a piece of good cloth and bargained with Luo Ailan.
Ai Luolan, "Comrade, we don't bargain for things in the supply and marketing cooperative. If you want something, I'll bargain for it for you. Don't block others."
"There's no one behind me, who am I blocking?" Shen Qinghe said unconvinced, "What's the matter? This cloth is so expensive, and you don't even allow me to take a few more glances at it. What if I don't like it after I buy it back?"
Luo Ailan looked at Shen Qinghe calmly, as if to say, I'm just watching you perform for me here!
"That's right, young comrade, take your time to choose. It also takes me a long time to choose when I buy cloth, for fear that I will regret it after buying it." An old lady happened to pass by and enthusiastically told Shen Qinghe her experience.
How to choose fabric and how to choose the color that suits you.
Shen Qinghe looked like she was listening attentively, but in fact her mind was counting time like a clock.
"Defective cloth. Defective cloth that doesn't require a ticket."
As soon as Ai Luolan shouted, Shen Qinghe jumped in front of her and shouted, "Comrade, why didn't you take out the defective cloth earlier? I have been choosing here for a long time. Actually, I just wanted to bargain for a lower price."
"That's right. If you have any, take them out as soon as possible. Defective cloth can also be used to make clothes. As long as they can be worn, it's fine." The lady who had just taught Shen Qinghe how to choose cloth stood behind Shen Qinghe and looked at Luo Ailan with a resentful face.
Luo Ailan, "..."
If she hadn't been the person involved, she would have thought that this lady was also waiting for the defective cloth in advance.
While picking out the defective cloth, Shen Qinghe asked Luo Ailan, "Comrade, do you have any more cloth? We have more than a dozen people in our family. I'd like to buy some more cloth so that each person can have a set of clothes and save them for the New Year."
When the people queuing behind heard this, they realized that this made sense.
There may not be defective cloth available during the Chinese New Year, so if you have it now, you can make clothes for your dolls at home in advance.
Luo Ailan's mouth twitched, and she said in a businesslike manner, "No more, that's all."
Shen Qinghe looked regretful, and said pickily, "This piece of cloth is suitable for a shirt, this piece of cloth is suitable for making a pair of pants for my child, it is wear-resistant, and this piece of cloth is suitable for making a pair of pants for my man. There is a big patch on the butt of his pants, and when he goes out, others stare at his butt..."
The people queuing behind burst into laughter when they heard this, and some even wiped away tears as they felt the same way.
Shen Qinghe seemed not to hear the laughter behind her and continued, "This piece of cloth is for my mother-in-law to make a shirt, this piece of navy blue cloth is just right for my father-in-law to make a Zhongshan suit, and this piece of cloth is for my child's grandmother..."
Shen Qinghe was talking to herself while choosing the cloth. The people queuing behind her heard it carefully. No one urged her. They all thought that it was not easy for such a big family. It would be controversial if she made clothes for one and not for another.
It’s hard for this young comrade.
As a result, Shen Qinghe picked out the cloths with the least defects, and bought most of them.
As she put the cloth into the snakeskin bag, she smiled and said, "When I take these cloths home, my husband will definitely praise me. He is the most filial son..."
"Comrade, I've been listening to you for so long, but why didn't you pick out a piece of cloth for yourself?" An old lady couldn't stand it anymore and said, "No matter how many people you have at home, you can't just care about others and ignore yourself."
What young woman doesn't like to wear beautiful clothes?
This female comrade didn't even choose one for herself.
Shen Qinghe was stunned, and looked at the old lady with gratitude, "Thank you, old lady. I...my family is poor, so I don't want it."
Luo Ailan almost couldn't help rolling her eyes in public.
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