"Give."
Su Qing handed the balance to Tang Meilan.
"Take it away. It's just a few baskets. It's not worth much."
Thanks to the care of Su Qing's family over the years, I have the happy life I have today.
She has always been thinking about repaying Su Qing's favor.
"Let's be honest. This is what I came here to sell. I won't use it myself. I still have to pay what I owe. Money is money, and affection is affection."
When she heard that it was for sale, Tang Meilan became interested.
"What new path is there?"
"I want to open a bamboo furniture factory."
Su Qing told the truth.
When Tang Meilan heard that they were going to open a furniture factory, her expression suddenly became serious.
"Qing, I'm not trying to displease you, but bamboo furniture isn't as durable as wooden furniture. Most people wouldn't choose bamboo furniture."
She won't anyway.
"Don't you think these little baskets are beautifully woven?"
And that rabbit-shaped lampshade is beautiful no matter how you look at it.
"It looks nice, but you know the situation here. I don't think there are many people willing to pay for it."
One hundred thousand mountains.
There is no shortage of bamboo.
There are also many people who can make bamboo weaving products.
It’s just that they are not as small, delicate and sturdy as these.
"That's fine. I'm the target audience, not them. I'm going to sell these baskets and lampshades to foreigners."
Su Qing looked carefully at the lampshade in his hand.
I was thinking about how to process it to increase its value several times.
"Are you crazy?"
Tang Meilan quickly covered Su Qing's mouth.
"Why bring up those capitalists for no reason? Be careful, they have ears. We just arrested one in this area a few days ago, and I'm still worried."
Tang Meilan was extremely frightened.
I don’t understand what’s going on recently, but more and more people are being caught for speculation and profiteering.
Several black markets were shut down.
The detention center is so overcrowded that there is almost no room to stand.
Fortunately, Cheng Fangyi had the foresight to shut down the black market under his jurisdiction.
"What are you afraid of? We are all family."
I heard from Lao Hou that there was some movement up there.
I guess the reform and opening up will only last for a few months.
Much earlier than in history.
By then, not to mention doing business with foreigners, even going abroad will not be a problem.
"It's better to be cautious. There's no need to go through all the trouble just for these little rules and regulations."
Tang Meilan reminded again and again.
Even when she delivers goods now, she arranges them in remote villages.
Pretending to be a relative visiting, the goods were delivered without anyone noticing.
"Don't worry, this is just a plan."
Haven't applied oil yet.
The most soulful floral fabric has not been decorated yet.
Many things have not been planned yet and there is still a long way to go.
"Anyway, just pay more attention."
"Okay, I know."
Tang Meilan looked at Su Qing's perfunctory look and decided to pay more attention to her.
My only good friend, nothing can go wrong.
"Meilan, do you have any other fabrics? I want to compare and see what would look good with it."
"Yes, plenty."
The market is only this big.
Everyone is very frugal.
With small patches on top of big patches, the clothing business is getting worse day by day.
A lot of fabrics are left unused.
Su Qing picked and chose.
Under the gaze of everyone, a piece of plain white cotton cloth was sewn together with lace.
The style of the basket suddenly improved.
Then Su Qing tied a brightly colored silk scarf to the handle of a hand-held basket beside her.
Si Ya's eyes lit up.
Staring straight at the basket.
"Mom, I like this. Can you give it to me? I want to carry it to school."
Si Ya carried a basket and posed in various postures.
"Dad, do I look good?"
"It's beautiful, it's beautiful. Our Si Ya is the prettiest. Come, try this crossbody bamboo bag and pair it with this green silk scarf."
"Mm, absolutely, absolutely beautiful."
Cheng Fangyi took the trouble to find matching accessories and bamboo products for Si Ya.
Maybe that statement is really true.
Resonance at the same frequency.
Si Ya's good mood also made Cheng Fangyi and Tang Ci, two grown men, feel like girls.
He kept shouting "little baskets and little flowers".
The clip sound is full.
"Okay, then I'll carry this on my spring outing."
Si Ya giggled.
His eyes were full of anticipation.
"I want it too, Aunt Qing, I want this."
Tang Zimei couldn't let go of a compartmentalized storage basket.
"Look, doesn't it look good like this?" Tang Zimei asked as she pasted the paper-cuts she learned in handicraft class on it.
"The colors don't match well, Zimei. Why don't you try replacing the paper with cloth?"
"OK."
Zimei is very proactive.
He picked up the sewing basket and started working.
"Mom, I want this tiger-shaped one."
"Then I want this monkey's."
"I want this bird."
The children rushed to choose their favorite shapes.
"Wait, don't move, it's not all done yet."
"No, we'll do it ourselves."
The children were enthusiastically cutting fabrics and decorating their favorite bamboo products.
The laughter and joy continued for a long time.
At this moment, Su Qing's love for the child reached its peak.
But good things are always short-lived.
Just like now, she really wants to throw away the child who is whispering in her ear.
"I'll get up again later."
"No, the breakfast will get cold soon."
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