The two groaned poorly for tens of thousands of sentences, and when they returned to the office, they still did what they should do.
After reading Nan Weiwei's marketing plan that can be comparable to academic papers, Qian Mai tilted her head and thought for a long time before slowly typing a few lines on the document.
Well, she admitted that she was not in the situation at all. Obviously thinking about the down jacket, but what about the duvet on the new bed
The duvets and down pillows in the new house are all specially customized by her, and the down-resistant fabrics and fillings are also carefully selected, which are in full compliance with her principles of health and comfort. But Wei Mao, Wei Mao just thinks something is wrong
What's wrong? Qianmai propped his chin, looked up at the ceiling, and started meditatingly in the office. Attentively, Ouyang Xuan, who looked outside, looked strange again.
After pacing back and forth for five or six rounds, finally, Qian Mai patted his forehead and suddenly realized: "Pig brain, the pad was forgotten." Thinking of collecting materials again for customization, I regretted it, and couldn't help but retake my own forehead. .
Ouyang Xuan was taken aback, rushed in and asked, "What happened?"
"Do you know where better pads are sold?"
"Eh?" Ouyang Xuan was stunned, confirming that he had no auditory hallucinations, and couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly in his heart: "Supermarkets and bedding specialists are sold everywhere."
Qianmai pouted and shook his head: "I prefer a firm quilt."
Ouyang Xuan nodded, expressing understanding. Even though he didn't understand at all, he was doing well at work, so why did he pull up the quilt thousands of miles away.
"Then choose a cotton quilt played by a small farmhouse."
"In Huayang City, there are no such small workshops now." Even with a radius of ten miles in Nanjiang, no one can play cotton quilts anymore.
This time, Ouyang Xuan nodded affirmatively: "Yes, there is one near the Zhoujiaping Thermal Power Plant in the east of the city."
"That's great." Qianmai was overjoyed. If you can buy a completely hand-made pure natural cotton quilt, you don't need to customize the down quilt.
The more I think about it, the more excited I am, and I don’t have the mind to continue to work. Instead of sitting in the office, I’d better act quickly. So, I asked Ouyang Xuan for the address, put the project plan written by Nan Weiwei in his handbag, and secretly strayed again.
Zhoujiaping is not far from Huayang Building. It was originally a small village on the eastern outskirts of the city. In recent years, thanks to the advancement of urbanization, the living environment has been well improved, and it has become a richer urban village.
According to the diagram, Qianmai quickly found a small quilt workshop in a four-story house near the thermal power plant.
At this moment, the door of the small workshop opened wide. In the middle of the hall, an old man who was 60 years old was wearing a mask playing cotton. The sandalwood hammer hit the cedar bowstrings one after another, making a rhythmic sound of "boom boom".
Qianmai knocked on the door symbolically and asked the old man: "Excuse me, are there any pads sold here?"
The old man familiarly continued the movements in his hand, glanced at her empty hand, and asked in return: "Are you going to buy the finished product?"
"Yes. The size is 180cm X200cm, is there any?"
"Yes." Seeing Qianmai's intention to buy, the old man stopped what he was doing. She walked to the open closet by the wall and pulled two out of a pile of successfully made quilts. Without introducing them, they spread them out on a clean table next to them, beckoning her to check for herself.
The snow-white quilt is pressed with red threads, and it feels soft and comfortable to the touch, and it feels okay. Asked: "These two quilts are a few kilograms, how do you sell them?"
"The small 6 catty is 240 yuan, and the big 8 catty is 320 yuan."
"Can I buy custom cotton here? How do I charge the processing fee?" Qianmai didn't pay the bill immediately, but asked about the customization. Although it is troublesome and time-consuming to buy cotton by yourself, it is a personal thing after all, and the material problem is not sloppy.
"The processing fee is calculated at 10 yuan per catty."...
The two were talking trivially and trivially. A little girl with braided braids walked out of it. She was a little surprised when she saw Latent Wheat, but quietly retreated back quietly.
Qianmai naturally recognized this little girl. Although she rarely intervenes in the daily work of "Lovely You", she can definitely recognize every child accurately.
When Zhou Yan'er came out again, she pulled a piece of floral apron in her hand. The woman in the apron had white flour on her hands, thinking she was busy in the kitchen.
The woman was also surprised when she saw Qianmai: "I also said that Yaner, the girl, why did you try to drag me out. It turned out that it was the teacher!"
While greeted Qianmai, the women were busy introducing them to the elderly: "Father, this is the teacher in Yan'er's Saturday training class."
Hearing this, the old man was obviously warmer than before, repeating coincidences.
Qianmai also thought it was a kitty, and bought a quilt, and actually bought it at the student's house. At this point, she had completely remembered the student information she had read.
This Zhou Yaner is indeed from Zhoujiaping. She is 7 years old this year. She was deaf due to otitis media in her infancy. She is currently studying in Zhoujiaping Kindergarten. My parents are far away working in Bosnia and Herzegovina to earn money. They are usually taken care of by kindergarten teachers and return to my grandpa's uncle's house on holidays. The woman wearing a floral apron is her aunt, her regular contact pick-up person.
"Teacher now knows that Grandpa Yan'er's house is here." It seems that today is a worthwhile trip. Qian Mai Mai softly embraced Zhou Yan'er, who was silent next to her, and patted her on the shoulder as a greeting. Today, the child is very restrained and introverted. He kept his head down and picking his nails.
Zhou Yan'er kept her head down, naturally her aunt answered her: "Yes, this child has been living in our house for several years."
"How are Yan'er's parents in Bosnia and Herzegovina? Will they come back this year for the New Year?"
"Just work and make ends meet. I called a while ago and said that I'm not coming back..."
During the conversation, a child's cry sounded from the top of the stairs. A teenage boy slid down the stair railing, and then rushed down a little girl with tears in her eyes to seek justice from her mother. She was about the same age as Zhou Yan'er.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Aunt Zhou Yan'er sternly reprimanded her son while wiping tears for her daughter. During the period, I did not forget to raise my head to dive into the wheat and smile apologetically: "Teacher, I'm so sorry. There are so many children in the family, it's noisy. Let's not stand up, sit upstairs for a while, and wait for a light meal together at home. "
Qianmai listened to it, and quickly declined: "Don't be so troublesome, you are too polite. Someone at home is waiting for me to go home to cook today.
Having said that, Zhou Yan'er, who was in favor of the retention, said, "Thank you for packing it for me. I asked for the 8 kg pad." Even though I am not very satisfied, there is such a relationship in it. Today Duan Duan cannot go back empty-handed.
Grandpa Zhou Yan'er didn't insist too much. Cong Shan Ru Liu took a large transparent plastic bag, but it was not the blanket designated by Latent Wheat. Instead, he opened a closed cabinet next to it and took out a new tuft of quilts to pack it.
Latent Wheat is confused and a little confused. Aunt Zhou Yan'er smiled clearly and explained: "Teacher, don't worry. The cotton for this quilt is newly harvested by my own family this year. The total amount is less than a few catties, so I played six of them. Normally, my father doesn't sell it."
"Thank you so much, I'm worried that I can't buy a good quilt." Qian Maichong and the two smiled gratefully, and did not refuse. Not to mention, the quilts in this storage cabinet are different. The color is a natural light milky white. When I approached it quietly, it smelled of cotton fat that other quilts don’t have.
It seems that a good thing has been bought! Secretly chuckled in my heart.
After paying, Qianmai took the quilt and walked out of Zhou's gate. After walking down the street, I couldn't stop the taxi for a while, so I walked to the bus station two blocks away. But I didn't want to. As I walked, I was attracted by a "grocery store" on the side of the road.
When she moved it away again, she had already paid for a large porcelain jar with black glaze all over.
Is this big porcelain jar capable of entering the magic eye of the submerged wheat, is there anything extraordinary? Or, the big waves scoured the sand, so that her shit went to the "grocery store" to find the treasure of Mingzhu secretly
No! No! This is definitely just an ordinary large porcelain jar.
The large porcelain jar is glazed inside and out, the whole body is black and blue, and the tangled lotus pattern of the same color is hidden in it. The layers are distinct, but they are simple and heavy. If you have to find a distinctive feature, it is undoubtedly the word "big"—now on the Huayang market, it is really rare to find a large porcelain jar with a height and inner diameter of more than 1.2 meters. Begged.
Therefore, Qianmai glanced at the first glance, and was secretly surprised; glanced at the second glance, and fell in love with it. Maybe it's fate, but at the third sight, it's just that you don't buy it.
Looking at it, for some reason, two Yuefu poems popped out of his head for no reason: "You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus leaf is He Tiantian."
That's right, she wants to raise lotus and fish. Almost without deliberately thinking about it, a picture immediately appeared in her mind: a large black-and-white glazed porcelain jar decorated a corner of the balcony, filled with clear water, and planted a few water lilies. Among the lotus leaves in Tian Tian, the waves are rippling, and there are small red carps swimming playfully...
This picture is beautiful when you think about it. It turns out that it's that simple to move Jiangnan in the poem home.
Diving wheat was so wild, thinking about it happily, almost laughed out loud. Reminiscent of Peng Chen’s expression after knowing it, my heart is even more secretive: It’s a little bit, I will meet my opponents in the future, but I have to see if your two pots of bare twigs are well raised, or my poetic and picturesque water lilies are well raised. .
Fantasy is pleasant, but the road to growing lotus is a long one. The first problem encountered is: After paying the money, the boss does not deliver the goods. How can such a large porcelain cylinder be shipped back
Qianmai was dumbfounded. She has bought so many things recently, but she has never encountered this kind of problem. Sure enough, you get what you pay for, and shopping in a brand store is a no-brainer. There was no way, he pulled the boss to say anything, and it took him a long time before finally letting him agree to deliver the goods.
I saw the boss arrived at the door and shouted at the stone bridge diagonally opposite. Within half a minute, three or five three-wheeled scooters rushed to the door of the store, rushing to the store.
The boss asked for the address and started bargaining with a few coachmen. Qian Mai watched quietly from behind, and a young coachman who was twenty years old caught her attention.
This person is strong and looks very alert, but suffers from not being able to speak. Crowded among a group of coachmen who were bargaining loudly, gesturing to the boss, making a strange noise in his mouth. But soon, he fell behind. Seeing that the business was snatched by others, he immediately dropped two dollars cleverly.
Thinking that it is not easy for a dumb person to make a living almost immediately, Qian Mai reminded the boss: "Just that young man."
The young coachman was strong, and he carried the large porcelain cylinder sideways as if he was carrying a carrot, but his actions were a bit reckless. When he put the car on the car with a rope, he bumped into the west and made a "bang".
Qianmai was worried and didn't take another car. He threw the pad on the car and jumped up to support it with his hands. I haven't taken this kind of tricycle for many years, and I feel uncomfortable when I sit on it, and I don't know where to put my hands and feet.
One minute after the tricycle started, she regretted it. The battery-added tricycle ran, and the winter breeze that was huffing in the face poured straight into the neck and nasal cavity. The hair was blowing in a mess, the body was trembling with cold, and the more embarrassed, the more embarrassed. In addition, when it is off work hours, there are cars coming and going on the street, and people frequently give a glimpse. Qian Mai is in a formal suit holding a large porcelain tank, and he is as awkward as he is.
"Howl, what kind of shit luck is this walking!" In the winter wind, Qianmai looked at the sky in a mess, and regretted his intestines.
After all the hardships, I finally got to the gate of the "Huacheng Jiayuan" community. Qianmai frozen his body and jumped out of the car to greet the security department.
One turned around, and when he came back, the young coachman was actually relaxing the rope that fastened the big porcelain jar. He stopped and said: "It's not there yet, you can't loose the rope now."
However, the young coachman continued to loose the rope and made a few gestures to tell her that the boss only paid ten yuan. According to the market of Huayang tricycle delivery, the money is only enough to be delivered from the east of the city to the gate of the "Huacheng Jiayuan" community. If you want to send it inside, you must add another ten dollars.
Latent Wheat never expected such a situation, and a heart became cold like the body at the moment, not for this mere ten dollars, but somehow lost and angry. But at this time, she didn't use her savvy teeth to be fair and tidy her hair. She still asked calmly: "The so-called'home delivery', the conventional definition is to deliver the goods to the door, and you throw things at your door irresponsibly. What should I do at the gate of the community?"
When the young coachman saw that she didn't agree, he stopped communicating, and started to unload the truck. Qianmai Xiucai met the soldiers and lost face to the gate of the community. Seeing the security department and the owners who passed by frequently visited here, he didn't care about the gains and losses, and only wanted to move home early.
"Ten yuan is ten yuan, hurry in and drive in."
The tricycle restarted, slowly entered the community, and stopped in front of the small high-rise where he lived. The young coachman carried the large porcelain cylinder sideways and walked towards the elevator. But immediately, things became tragic: the large porcelain tank was too big to be able to enter the elevator anyway.
God! Did I offend the gods today? I didn't take you to show me a series of tragedies like this! Qianmai's face was black and white, white and blue, and it couldn't be more ugly. She can guarantee that everything is not suitable for the Imperial Calendar today.
The young coachman carried the big porcelain cylinder to the top of the stairs and put it down, spread his hands, and smiled helplessly. Then he pointed to the stairwell, and made a very tall gesture, indicating that he would have to add another twenty yuan.
Qian Mai was so angry that he laughed backwards and didn't argue. He directly handed it out ten yuan and passed it over: "Don't bother you! I can handle it myself."
Since then, the simple and hard-working migrant workers in small towns have also begun to become so bargaining. Fortunately, she thought at the beginning, "Lovely You" sometimes has some heavy objects to pull. Such a strong person may be recommended to Chen Mo.
From childhood to adulthood, parents have taught their siblings to do everything well, and young people must not cherish their strength. Even if the strength is spent today, it will grow again for free tomorrow. Qianmai has always remembered this sentence, and has always done so. Now, encountering a person who is so careful about his strength and repents many times is like experiencing a disillusionment of faith.
The young coachman took the money and drove away as fast as he could.
Qianmai turned angrily, lifted the pad and was taken to the top floor by the elevator: "I really don't believe it anymore. Without you, my big porcelain tank can't be moved up."
Open the lock, enter the door, wash your face, turn on the air conditioner, and then weakly sit on the sofa and call Peng Chen. Peng Chen just got off the highway at this time, and didn't say much, and died in a few words.
I boiled the water, soaked a cup of hot drink, and sorted out some small objects. Seeing that the time is almost up, I put on my coat and went downstairs again.
The large porcelain cylinder stood motionless at the top of the stairs, which was very safe. In this community, nine out of ten businessmen and white-collar workers are helpless businessmen and white-collar workers. Whoever is crazy would have the idea of moving such a heavy thing. Well, according to this logic, Qianmai admits that he is really crazy today.
Before long, Peng Chen arrived in the dust with a black luggage bag. Seeing Qianmai standing at the top of the stairs with his head down and depressed, he felt painful and distressed. Putting down his luggage, there was a big bear hug facing him: "My wife, I'm late. You beat me, let's vent your anger." !" As he said, he grabbed his bare hands and greeted him.
"What are you talking about..." In his broad and hard chest, Qian Mai felt his eyes feel sour inexplicably.
"I'm not getting angry. No, the free porter is here, I'll do it for you right away." Peng Chen was full of confidence when he patted the thin back of the person in his arms.
"Will you move? Would you like to ask someone for help?" I was depressed. Huayang City is so small and backward, but the housing price is catching up with the first-tier cities in the country. There is a reason why houses in first-tier cities are expensive, but Huayang City’s residential complex can’t even find a property staff who can move heavy objects.
"This little thing, don't bother." Peng Chen refused without even thinking about it. Slowly let go of Qianmai, took off his suit and handed it to her. When he took off his tie, he glanced at the big porcelain jar and asked curiously: "Why are you buying this?"
In a word, Qianmai asked silently... and lowered his head silently. After so much tossing, the ghost will feel that this big and stupid thing is poetic and picturesque, and it will not be laughed to death when it is said. Can't help but vaguely said sullenly: "Pickled sauerkraut."
Peng Chen laughed happily, took her shoulders, and rubbed soothingly. His eyes were clear and clear, without a trace of sarcasm and contempt, and some were just full of jokes.
The elevator door opened, and a young man with a flat head and a pair of silver-haired couples walked out. They saw the two men and sisters who were on the opposite side of each other with endless affection. The corners of their eyes twitched, and they walked over and kicked Daci with their feet. Crock, asked Peng Chen: "What's this for?"
"Pickled sauerkraut." Knowing that it was impossible, Peng Chen answered with confidence.
"You are really good, this is a real slap in the housing price of'Huacheng Jiayuan'." The flat-headed man scorned loudly.
"Normally! Do it yourself, well-clothed and well-fed." Peng Chen replied without blushing or breathing.
The flat-headed man didn't bother to say anything, waved his hand and walked away. It was the silver-haired couple, who walked far away, looked back at Peng Chen and Qian Mai in amusement, and muttered softly: "The little couple nowadays can really live their lives. With such a big tank, it's ok to pickle it once. Eat for a winter..."
The two of them heard it sharply behind their ears, looking at each other amusedly. All the depression disappeared, Qianmai finally couldn't restrain it, and fell into Peng Chen's arms with a smile. Well, pickled sauerkraut just pickled sauerkraut, it doesn't seem to be shameful. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)