In the educated youth spot, Wen Lan looked at Lin Nianhe's drawings, frowned and pondered for a long time, and asked: "Hezi, what is this fancy thing you did?"
Lin Nianhe knocked on the hazelnuts and replied vaguely: "The flower on your head, isn't it obvious?"
Wen Lan turned the paper around several times, but she couldn't figure out how to read it. She looked at Lin Nianhe with confusion on her face, stretched out her hand and tugged on her braid: "You are not short of money. If you want to spend the money, why don't you go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy something ready-made? Why are you going to waste so much effort?"
Lin Nianhe stretched out his hand to straighten the paper, pointed at the pattern and said, "Don't you think this looks better than the one sold by the supply and marketing cooperative?"
Sister Lan curled her lips and studied for a long time, then reluctantly nodded: "It's better than the one from the supply and marketing cooperative."
"Then can you do it?" Lin Nianhe didn't bother to explain to her and asked directly.
Wen Lan squinted her eyes and looked at it for a while: "I can try, but you don't even look like this. I'm not sure I can make the same thing for you."
"Okay, okay," Lin Nianhe nodded repeatedly, "I believe in Sister Lan's craftsmanship!"
"Put it down, I don't even believe in myself."
Gadgets like headbands are different from clothes. This is a delicate job. Wen Lan has never seen the finished product, and has never made similar gadgets before - to be precise, Wen Lan has never seen it up close before. As for the finished hair flowers, her family's condition could not afford to buy hair flowers. The glass fiber she used before was bought by her mother because she thought she was going to leave home and go to the countryside.
Apart from these external reasons, the pattern drawn by Lin Nianhe is still a finished picture. What can be turned into depends entirely on Sister Lan's performance.
Sister Lan... didn't perform well.
Wen Lan took the ball of red gauze and touched it again and again on Lin Nianhe's braid. Her tone was a little weak: "Ahem... Hezi, how about you wear it?"
Lin Nianhe: "If I use it by myself... I can't make do with it by myself!"
How would you describe this finished product?
Probably - if both of them didn't know it was a headache, they wouldn't have the shame to say it was a headache even if they were tortured for forty-nine days.
Wen Lan herself couldn't bear to see it. She frowned and picked up the scissors, intending to take it apart and reassemble it.
"Wait, I still don't believe it..."
Wang Shumei walked in with an enamel basin filled with freshly washed pears.
She casually put the basin down and said, "I've been busy for a long time. Let's eat some pears... Hey? Xiaolan, why are you twisting the good red yarn into a rag?"
Wen Lan: "..."
Lin Nianhe: "Pfft..."
When Wen Lan was in her teens, she learned tailoring from her eldest sister. She never thought that she would stumble on a small hairdo.
She held the small scissors and gritted her teeth.
Wang Shumei took a step back rationally, swallowed her saliva and whispered: "Well... I suddenly remembered that I still have to send a letter. You two are playing, I'm leaving first!"
Lin Nianhe cursed "unloyalty" in his heart, and silently moved to the door: "Sister Lan, please do it first, I also have a letter..."
"sit down!"
Wen Lan glared.
Lin Nianhe sat back on the stool honestly.
Wen Lan rolled his eyes at her and gritted his teeth as he took out the stitches. It didn't look like he was doing any work, but rather like he was dismembering his enemy.
Lin Nianhe's back felt cold, and he smiled dryly and persuaded: "Sister Lan, why don't you take a break? This job is actually not urgent, and it is an errand for the textile factory. I can give them the pictures and let them do it themselves. "
Tailor Wen feels this is a challenge in her career, and she feels she can do it.
Lin Nianhe chatted for a long time. Seeing that Wen Lan was still gritting his teeth and struggling with the flowers on his head, he simply stopped trying. He opened the book and continued to draw with pencil.
These flowers are the "benefits" she promised Wang Xiao.
What she didn't finish saying that day was——
"Uncle Wang, actually, I have something to report to you... Before school started in our village primary school, our principal took some rags from them. I have seen all those rags, let alone the capital or the The quality of the textile factory in Shanghai is far behind the quality of the products produced by the textile factory in the provincial capital."
Wang Xiaozhao also had a headache about this, covering his head and explaining: "The equipment in our factory was eliminated from the textile factory in the provincial capital. I would like to produce high-quality cloth, but I don't have the money to introduce new equipment! "
"I have a way that doesn't require changing equipment, but can make the products of the Lanxian Textile Factory sold to the provincial capital or even the capital." Lin Nianhe said with a smile.
As soon as Wang Xiaojie heard that he didn't have to spend money to replace equipment, he immediately became interested in listening carefully: "You talk, I'll listen." As he said that, he took out his work notes, and he listened more carefully than the students.
In the end, Lin Nianhe only said two words slowly: "Top flower."
Wang Xiao carefully wrote down two words, and after waiting for a long time for the next sentence, he asked her with eyes full of stars: "What next?"
"Nothing else," Lin Nianhe said, "The quality of the fabric is not very high for the headdress, so I don't need to change the equipment. I can draw designs for the textile factory. As long as the things are well made, I don't have to worry about selling them in big cities. This Although the price of growing gadgets seems low, the profit is still considerable.”
Wang Xiao thought about it for a while and then said hesitantly: "But no matter how beautiful the head flower is, it is just a head flower. How many people can buy it?"
Lin Nianhe: "You don't understand women."
"This, this..."
"Uncle Wang, do you believe me?"
"Then you must believe it!"
"Then let me try it. It doesn't cost much anyway."
Wang Xiao gritted his teeth and thought for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay!"
Lin Nianhe had already thought about producing hairpins. The inspiration came from the envy of several girls in the class who were envious of Zheng Shan's braided hairpins.
She initially wanted to cooperate with textile factories in the provincial capital, because the fabric patterns produced by the textile factories in the provincial capital were indeed better. But she could tell from Zheng Lirong's meaning that the manufacturer was not interested in this gadget.
If she just relied on it, it wouldn't count as a business, and since she couldn't get the resources, she could only help a "hometown enterprise" by herself.
Originally, Lin Nianhe wanted to wait until the match factory became stable before finding an opportunity to mention the matter to Principal Wu and ask her second sister to help them find connections, but Wang Xiao just showed up...
It is not difficult to draw the design of the head flower. Her space contains almost 360 lines of information. Adding a little innovation to the current mainstream aesthetic is enough to beat the existing head flower.
"Hezi! What are you drawing again?"
Tailor Wen's horrified cry pulled Lin Nianhe back from his thoughts.
She looked at the drawing paper in her hand, and then at Sister Lan's expression of whether she wanted to cry or not. She felt guilty and embarrassed: "Another, another flowery head..."
Wen Lan stared at her as if looking at a devil.
(End of chapter)
