When Li Qingzhi started writing Zhu Qian's autobiography, his health had not yet recovered and he was not proficient in handwriting, so his handwriting was very ugly and very large.
But at that time he was thinking of practicing calligraphy, so he tried to write each character neatly.
So although the words at the beginning of this autobiography seem to be written by a child, the characters are large and the strokes are clear, making them very suitable for beginners to learn from.
Jin Xiaoye took the brush and traced the words on it, trying hard to remember them in her heart.
"Xiao Ye, are you learning to write?" Sister Wang took a curious look.
"Yes!" Jin Xiaoye said, "You must be able to read to do business. I want to learn now!" Sister Wang looked at Jin Xiaoye with admiration. Learning to write is not an easy thing, not to mention that Jin Xiaoye is already so old...
No wonder others can do business but she can’t!
Sister Wang prefers to chat with people while doing needlework.
They are people who are used to needlework, and unless they need to concentrate fully on embroidering, they can chat happily while doing their needlework.
But she hadn't been chatting for long when Jin Xiaoye, who had written a whole page of paper, dragged her to buy fabric - they had a new business to do!
Coincidentally, when Jin Xiaoye went to buy cloth, he saw Jin Xiaoshu selling shoes to men working at the dock.
These shoes were made by two old ladies that Jin Xiaoye invited to help paste the soles.
Jin Xiaoye invited them to work at Sister Wang's house, paying them very little, only four cents for a pair of shoes, but the two old ladies were quite willing to come.
They don’t have much to do on weekdays, so now they can earn some money, how great!
Jin Xiaoye would sometimes share food with them.
Now that the shoes have been made, they must be sold. Because the shoes are ordinary, Jin Xiaoye did not take them to a clothing store for consignment, but gave them to Jin Xiaoshu, asking Jin Xiaoshu to help sell them.
"These shoes were carefully made by the old people in my family. They are made of good fabrics and can be worn for a long time..." Jin Xiaoshu introduced the shoes in his hands to the laborers.
Working at the dock is very hard. It's okay for those who come here occasionally to do odd jobs, but those who work here all year round are mostly men who don't have land at home, and most of them don't have wives and children.
Since this is the case, naturally no one makes shoes for them, and the shoes they wear on a daily basis are all bought.
The shoes that Jin Xiaoshu brought were really good and sold out quickly. "Xiaoshu!" Jin Xiaoye called out.
"Sister!" Jin Xiaoshu rowed over, "Sister, where are you going?"
"I'm going to buy some fabric. Xiaoshu, can you help me carry the goods?"
"Okay." Jin Xiaoshu agreed without thinking.
Jin Xiaoshu didn't sleep well last night and felt a little listless today. But he was a young man after all, and had been eating well while working with Jin Xiaoye in the past few months. He was much faster than Jin Xiaoye and Sister Wang in moving the cloth.
Jin Xiaoye already had experience, so she quickly bought the cloth and went back, and asked Jin Xiaoshu to help her move the cloth to Sister Wang's house.
Jin Xiaoshu froze.
After Fang Jinniang didn't even glance at him yesterday, he felt very nervous. This morning he didn't even dare to give Fang Jinniang something, for fear that she wouldn't accept it.
He didn't even want to make money anymore. He felt that nothing was interesting and he especially wanted to go see Fang Jinniang.