The next day, Sunzi went to He Songbai's pig farm. The old people who worked on the pig farms in the past seldom stayed and continued to work, because they all earned enough money and did not want to live the days of worrying and fearing every day. Sunja was able to stay because he was attracted by the "high salary" offered by the owner of the pig farm.
He needs to earn more money to enjoy his old age.
Sunja is a thin and weak man, with a pale complexion, panting like a bellows when he goes down to the ground. Others say that his body is weak. He needs to eat some nutritional supplements from time to time to survive. Of course he has a high-paying and not tiring job. It's good.
He Songbai asked Shunzi to lead Liang Tiezhu how to keep watch and watch the post.
Liang Tiezhu was originally reluctant to do such a risky job as pork, but He Songbai persuaded him, and he followed Shunzi to learn to watch. Selling pork is a profitable business. He Songbai is willing to take him, and Liang Tiezhu is not afraid, and he has also invested in his daughter-in-law that he has earned over the years.
On the other hand, Tie Zhu still balances both ends, earning some extra money from Zhao Lanxiang. He was on duty in the middle of the night. When Shunzi came to the top, he would sell cakes to Zhao Lanxiang. He would not go to the black market to set up a stall, but he would still collect some food for the pigs.
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He Songye still followed Zhao Lanxiang to learn how to make clothes. The weather in winter was extremely cold.
He Songye didn't have any new clothes for the winter, but she helped Zhao Zhiqing for a few days. Seeing that the small leftover scraps were thrown away in the corner every day, she felt it was a pity, and watched it a few times. After that, Zhao Zhiqing readily gave her these small cloth strips.
He Songye thanked him very gratefully.
She used these "wastes" of various widths to mend and sew a coat for herself.
When Zhao Lanxiang saw this gray, blue and white "contrast color" coat, she was in awe of her eldest sister.
She thought that the men's water-milled denim jacket she made for He Songbai was fashionable and old enough, but she didn't expect the eldest sister to be even more powerful. She sewed a color-contrast jacket from discarded materials. Pieces of plain colored rags are put together, simple and full of lines. The stitches are hidden well if they can be hidden, and the stitches that cannot be hidden are exposed generously and modified.
However, thanks to Zhao Lanxiang, who later brought out a few larger pieces of cloth for He Songye to "fill the facade", this contrasting color stitched coat is more like that.
Although it looks shabby with current eyes, its colors blend well.
It's not too abrupt, but it really fits the clothes worn by the poor, and it doesn't even need to be worn out, which makes Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help giving a thumbs up.
"These rags are kept for some splicing work, and it is still the eldest sister's ingenuity, which has played a greater value."
He Songye touched his new coat, his face was slightly embarrassed, and he lowered his head.
How dare she be praised by Zhao Zhiqing!
"It's still a sewing machine, and it's such a good thing, no wonder everyone loves it."
He Songye's thumb fondly touched the black and shiny body of the sewing machine. This expensive and large item was something that all the girls in the city thought of, but now she is with her every day.
The days of rushing to make clothes, although boring, were incomparably full and vivid in her heart.
Even the rhythmic jumping of the silk thread wrapped under the needle is so interesting!
She fell in love with this job, she felt a kind of fun different from normal work, it was different from mechanical repetitive manual labor, making clothes was alive, creative and alive!
Zhao Zhiqing not only taught her to sew clothes, but also taught her to "paint" clothes.
He Songye sighed as he looked at the gradually decreasing fabric in the room.
As the weather gets colder, her simple and interesting "tailoring" career is probably coming to an end! At this juncture that was about to end, Sister He moved away the heavy stone in her heart, but became complicatedly nostalgic.
She touched the fuselage reluctantly, "Did someone come to pick up the clothes today?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded.
She counted the fruits of their labor for a while, and in one month, the two of them made a total of thirty thick tunic suits. Well, in fact, the main force of the work is Mrs. He.
Zhao Lanxiang spread out the clothes piece by piece, and ironed them piece by piece with boiling water in an enamel cup. She used the folding method she knew by heart to fold the neatly ironed clothes into squares, which were generous and beautiful.
Before long, the dark sky gradually turned gray, and the crowing of a rooster was heard in the distance.
Tie Zhu came riding on his big golden deer.
He counted the clothes, and according to the agreement with Zhao Lanxiang, he counted the thirty-yuan bills one by one in front of the two women.
"Well, it's all here, you can see if it's enough."
"What you're counting on for the handwork is that the shirt is seven hairs and the pants are three hairs. The whole set is one piece."
Tie Zhu easily read out the string of numbers.
This price is quite satisfactory, and in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes, it is still low. Making clothes for a month is not enough for her to make more cakes to earn money.
However, this is also within a reasonable range, similar to what she expected.
Because clothes are now considered luxury consumer goods, the value of the fabric itself is high, but the craftsmanship is not so valuable. Everyone's consumption concept has not changed, and they are not used to buying ready-to-wear.
As long as you have a sewing machine at home, you will not choose to buy ready-made clothes. Department stores are stocked with ready-to-wear garments that only those who are anxious to get married or who are well-off will buy them.
The style and material of the clothes are also well-behaved, and personalization is not advocated. Walking on the street, the Zhongshan suits of the same color look almost the same. It was not until the 1980s that Chinese people began to pay attention to material life, and all kinds of clothing gradually emerged.
In the 1970s, Zhao Lanxiang never thought about getting rich by making clothes.
It's no problem to rely on it for food and clothing. It was the "bad idea" that she started at the beginning to let the eldest sister rely on it to live a life of food and clothing.
This kind of sewing machine is not easy to depreciate, it is strong and durable, and it is not a loss to buy it back and use it for a few years and then resell it.
Zhao Lanxiang calmly stuffed the "reward" into his pocket, with a regretful expression on his face, showing a little bit of disgust for lack of money, but in He Songye's eyes, he was completely surprised.
It took them two days to make a set of clothes, which is so valuable.
Sister He still follows the principle of "slow work and careful work", and only takes time to make clothes after finishing her own work. If you hurry up and keep working hard, I am afraid that you can make two sets a day!
After Tie Zhu took away the clothes, Zhao Lanxiang distributed the "stolen money" to Sister He in the house.
Fifteen yuan per person, she pushed a thick bundle of banknotes into the hand of the eldest sister.
"Thanks to eldest sister these days, you deserve it."
He Songye refused, and she shook her head.
"I'll help, no problem."
"Just do it."
Zhao Lanxiang pointed to the bundles of cloth that Tie Zhu brought over, and said "helplessly": "There is no one to make clothes over there."
"I'm the only one who has a sewing machine here. After all, I've been taking care of my business for so long, and it's hard to say no for a while..."
Her bright and dark almond eyes blinked slightly, and she had enough skill to tell nonsense with her eyes open in front of the honest eldest sister.
If it weren't for her face being burned by the warm air in the room.
"Look, if you don't want to be paid, I'll be embarrassed to ask you for help in the future."
He Songye lowered his head and was silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on his feet.
Because of her diligently going up the mountain to collect firewood during this period of time, her worn-out cloth shoes cracked into a smile, and He Songye shrank her big toe in embarrassment.
She was silent for a long time before she extended her thumb and nodded at Zhao Lanxiang.
OK
She didn't ask for Zhao Lanxiang's money, "This time, I promised to help you."
"I don't need money, I'll learn to make clothes with you, thank you."
Zhao Lanxiang understood what she meant and couldn't help laughing.
"Go have breakfast, and go back to sleep later."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the gray sky, thinking that He Songbai was about to get up to do his mysterious work, so she went to the firewood room to make breakfast.
Sister He set fire to her and started fighting.
She kneads the dough with sweet potato starch, and she kneads the dough into a dough. Use a rolling pin to crush the ball into a flat skin, and knead the skin jelly mixed with fresh meat, corn, and leeks into eight wrinkled buns. The thinner the skin, the more crystal clear it will be after steaming.
Put oil in the pan, fry the buns for a while, add water and cover the pan. When the water in the pot was evaporated, she lifted the lid, and the crystal fried buns in the pot were sticky and steaming, and the creamy skin showed through. She seemed to smell the aroma of meat in the air.
"Come for breakfast!"
Sister He squatted beside the stove, looking at the chubby crystal fried buns, she had a great appetite.
She took a bite. From bottom to top, the bottom of the bun was fried to a crisp, and the dough was soft and juicy.
It was fragrant and delicious. She solved the four buns in three bites, washed her hands and got into Zhao Lanxiang's house and started to work hard.
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He Songbai, who got up early, also hurriedly nibbled two buns, buttoned his clothes, and asked his partner, "Would you like to come and see where I work?"
He hardly slept last night, but he was still full of energy, and his dark eyes were bright and deep.
Zhao Lanxiang's eyes lit up when she heard the words, and looked up at him in disbelief.
"You don't lie to me?"
He Songbai nodded helplessly and pulled the subject into his Phoenix car.
Even the smell of pig feces on her body can't escape her nose, how can he hide it!
However, the pig farm over there has almost been built, and the situation has stabilized, and the new pig farm has been collected by them neatly. He couldn't wait to share this delightful news with her, so that she could taste his happiness too.
Zhao Lanxiang sighed, unable to laugh or cry.
"You haven't finished eating your steamed buns, you'll definitely be hungry later."
In a hurry, she wrapped several of them in a clean handkerchief and put them in her pocket, and the man rode her 28-style bicycle to bump her on the rough mountain road.
His broad shoulders almost blocked most of the cold wind for her, and she leaned on his back, her heart unstoppably warm.
When he finally rode less bumpy and the swish mountain wind became smaller, she silently reached out her hand to his mouth, holding a steamed bun with her fingertips.
"Come and eat one?"
He Songbai lowered his head a little and held a hot steamed bun, his cheeks couldn't help chewing, and his deep eyebrows contained a faint smile.
After eating four buns in a row, he commented vaguely: "Sweet."
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Xiangxiang: It's obviously bacon flavor, where's the sweetness
Brother Bo: Well, it is very sweet.
Pingshengjun: "..."
Just... I really want to fork out these two twin dogs that smell sour and rotten in love