Faced with the certainty of getting money, Writer Wen decisively changed his career and became Tailor Wen.
She dug out her sewing kit, found a measuring tape, and began to measure Wang Xixi.
On the side, Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei stood side by side, watching, their heads turning rapidly.
Wang Shumei thought more simply. She was thinking about asking her brother to get some cotton and cloth after the autumn harvest, and asking Wen Lan to make a set of cotton-padded clothes for Damin, Xiaoxiao and her nephew. Her sister-in-law would also need to Do it all.
Lin Nianhe's thoughts were more distant.
She remembered that when she was in the apocalypse, an uncle once gave her a steamed bun, even though he only had that one steamed bun left.
His uncle's wife and daughter died the night before. He originally planned to accompany them, but saw Lin Nianhe from a distance.
Perhaps thinking of his daughter, he exchanged his remaining down jacket for a steamed bun and gave it to Lin Nianhe, hoping that she would have a full meal.
'Uncle, can you tell me your name? '
'My name is Tian Ke. You...try to survive. '
When I saw Tian Ke again, it was already after rebirth.
At that time, Tian Ke was the down-and-out factory director who was on the verge of bankruptcy because of the accumulation of inventory in his woolen factory, and Lin Nianhe was the rich second generation with tens of billions in hand.
Lin Nianhe repaid the kindness of a meal. She bought all the inventory in Tian Ke's factory and left him a lot of cash, hoping that he could live well with his wife and daughter this time.
At that time, Lin Nianhe was crazily stocking up, her hamster attribute exploded, and with the mentality of "you may not know it will be useful in the future", she stored the woolen goods in the two warehouses in the space.
Lin Nianhe had ignored this matter for a long time, and she almost forgot that she still had so much woolen material.
Until now, I suddenly remembered.
She looked at Wen Lan, her eyes brightening slightly.
Nowadays, a woolen coat can be sold for more than 100, and cloth and industrial coupons are also required. Comrade Lao Lin has one, which he usually only wears when attending important occasions.
In order to prevent his gossip about working as a foreigner from being published in the newspapers, Lin Nianhe wanted to take Wen Lan to sell clothes to make money.
She produces the ingredients, Wen Lan makes them, and Wang Shumei sells them.
What a complete production and sales line!
Wang Shumei was still chatting with Aunt Li when she suddenly felt something was wrong - Lin Nianhe had been silent for too long!
She turned her head and glanced at Lin Nianhe, only to see her eyes staring at Wen Lan, as if looking at a fat sheep.
Wang Shumei couldn't help but shudder.
Is she addicted to reselling and wants to sell Wen Lan too?
This... this is too deceptive to buyers.
Wang Shumei touched Lin Nianhe with her elbow and said softly: "What are you thinking about?"
Lin Nianhe came back to his senses, winked at her, and said, "It's nothing. I suddenly remembered that I was not sure about a question. Sister Shumei, can you come with me?"
Wang Shumei: "..."
This reason is that if she doesn't know the questions, she might be able to do it?
Aunt Li didn't know much about the study situation in the educated youth center, so she quickly said: "You two go to school quickly, don't delay things here... Oh, by the way, Miss Wen, you too, Daxi's clothes will be worn more than a month later. You wait until the exam is over before doing it, do you understand?"
"Auntie is here not to rush you, but because she is afraid that if you have something to do, it will be too late to find a tailor..."
Amidst Aunt Li's explanation, Lin Nianhe dragged Wang Shumei away.
After closing the door of the hut, Lin Nianhe raised his eyebrows at Wang Shumei and asked straight to the point: "Can you get a sewing machine?"
Wang Shumei was startled and looked at her with suspicion: "Can I get it and you know how to use it?"
"Of course not for me."
Lin Nianhe dragged Wang Shumei to the back room and opened the curtains so that he could see what was going on outside and avoid eavesdropping.
She whispered: "I have a batch of woolen wool over there. The material is better than what we have here. If you can get a sewing machine, we can drag Sister Lan in and let her make it into ready-made clothes and sell them."
Wang Shumei felt a little stupid. After a moment, she couldn't help being surprised: "Were you thinking about this just now?"
Aunt Li just came to Wen Lan to make some clothes, but Lin Nianhe had already thought of selling ready-made clothes?
Lin Nianhe was embarrassed to say that this was the origin of family education. After all, the current Lin family had nothing to do with business.
She just asked: "Do you think it can be done?"
Wang Shumei thought seriously for a while and said, "I'm sure there will be no problem with the sales here. The coats are in short supply. If we don't need cloth tickets and industrial coupons, we can probably sell one piece for 178, but I don't know if Xiaolan can." I did it, I guess she has never touched woolen materials."
Lin Nianhe suddenly held her hand, stared into her eyes and said in the most serious tone: "Sister Shumei, in order to prevent our gossip about working as a foreigner from being known to newspapers across the country, you must persuade her to agree! They are all making clothes, so there shouldn’t be any problems!”
Wang Shumei was agitated and finally thought of this level.
She nodded vigorously: "I'll tell her tonight! I promise to complete the task!"
Many times, threats are the best motivation.
That night, Wang Shumei turned off the lights and waited until there was no movement in other rooms before kicking the drowsy Wen Lan awake.
In the darkness, Wen Lan stared: "What's wrong? Why are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Wang Shumei's heart warmed slightly, and she "shushed" her before saying, "Xiaolan, please keep your voice down, and I'll tell you something."
Wen Lan lay back, yawned lazily, and said vaguely: "If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm so sleepy."
Wang Shumei looked at the beams in the darkness and said quietly: "It's about making money."
Wen Lan suddenly sat up again: "Say it!"
Wang Shumei asked her first: "Can you make a coat?"
Wen Lan shook her head, thinking that Wang Shumei couldn't see it, so she said, "I haven't done it before, so I don't know. But I have seen the coat. It's just a little thicker, so it's not difficult."
"That……"
Wang Shumei pulled Wen Lan over and talked to her in a low voice.
"What! Twenty or thirty? Real or fake?"
An exclamation made everyone who had just fallen asleep at the educated youth spot suddenly wake up from their sleep.
In the backyard, Lin Nianhe rolled over on her small kang, covered her ears with pillows, and complained in a daze: "What a sin..."
Wen Lan didn't sleep all night.
She couldn't sleep when she thought about what Wang Shumei had told her that it would cost twenty or thirty yuan to make a piece of clothing.
Twenty or thirty yuan!
Her father's monthly salary is thirty-six yuan.
She calculated that it would take her about two or three days to make one piece of clothing.
If you can make ten items a month, that’s two to three hundred yuan!
Wen Lan tossed and turned all night, and at 4:30 the next morning, she thought that she should let Lin Nianhe develop a good habit of getting up early, put on her clothes and went to smash the door of her room.
Lin Nianhe actually wanted to pretend not to hear.
But the "medicinal effect" of carrots is good, and she heard it clearly.
Desperate to get up, she opened the door and looked at Wen Lan in front of her. She really wanted to beat her to death with a shovel.
"Hezi, Meizi told me about that yesterday. When will we start doing it?"
Lin Nianhe: "Let's wait until I wake up."
Wen Lan scooped up a ladle of cold water and invited her warmly: "Then wash your face."
During that battle, if Lin Nianhe didn't do it himself, she would have been willing to help her press her head into the water tank.
Lin Nianhe looked at the hands that were ready to move, and silently took the water ladle with trembling.
For, for friendship.
(End of chapter)
