St. Jose gave the order for factory uniforms for nearly three hundred people in the cannery and soda factory to a newly established small workshop.
The owner of the small workshop is Mr. Chen's neighbor, a sister named Lin Yun who is good at tailoring. She met St. Jose when they were buying beer.
This incident started with a meal in San Jose last week.
At noon that day, I ate food from the military canteen and almost chipped my front teeth from the sand. I also found small white bugs in the thick vegetable soup and added it to my meal. I ignored the waste and poured out the remaining two handfuls of green vegetables. Finished the pasta.
Comforting myself, the vegetables with bugs meant that no pesticides were used, and the vegetables were delicious with meat added, but I still felt a little uncomfortable. I even wanted to complain to the canteen, but think about the canteen person in charge, a giant man who weighs more than 300 kilograms. Forget about his figure, I imagined the figure of a sumo wrestler from Kowa.
"The food has been getting worse and worse recently. Should I bring my own food in the future?" I thought to myself, and unconsciously took out a few leave requests left in the drawer.
I really didn’t want to cause trouble that afternoon, so I wrote the name of Saint Jose and the date on his hand and handed it to the front desk of the barracks management office. He walked out of the barracks under the envious eyes of other captains. This kid asked for leave again.
I wanted to have a good meal, but I didn't want to cook or go to a restaurant, so I decided to go to Old Uncle Chen's house to have dinner. There was no one else I knew in the city, either in the military camp or somewhere else.
First, I went to the vegetable market where no one was around, so they might have closed the stall early. Then I bought some vegetables and meat, and forgot to buy wine. I happened to see someone opening a canteen at the entrance of the alley, so I went in to buy some beer.
But to be honest, although San Jose is a northerner in Argentina, he has the appetite of a southerner. The local food in Cordoba is spicy, and it is not very good to eat out often. The food in the military camp canteen is quite bad. , and after getting to know Mr. Chen, Saint Jose often bought groceries and ate and drank, and his appetite was somewhat appetizing.
Sanjesé joked that Uncle Chen's ancestors had been cooks and he was really good at cooking. If he didn't want to sell vegetables in the future, he could open a Chinese restaurant in Cordoba. He would definitely come and patronize it more.
During the chat, Old Man Chen said that his ancestor had indeed been a chef and a cook for the army of the national hero Zuo Zongtang. He didn’t know whether it was true or not, but the chicken cooked by Old Man Chen was really delicious and he had the level of a great chef. He said When my sons come to Argentina, maybe they can really try to open a restaurant.
Mr. Chen has four sons and three daughters, all of whom are married and can be considered a full family of descendants.
And this old man Chen’s neighbor, Sister Lin Yun, happened to have a small convenience store at the entrance of a newly opened alley. When chatting, she said that her ancestors came from Hot Spring City, Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, China, and immigrated to Siam at the end of the Ming Dynasty. , later changed its name to Thailand, and then moved to Argentina, almost crossing the Pacific Ocean and covering tens of thousands of miles of sea route.
The original destination was not Argentina, but New Zealand. As a result, the policy there was tightened. Later, some relatives came to Argentina and followed them to Lidma City, and even went to the capital by train.
Because he couldn't adapt to the atmosphere of Buenos Aires, he moved to Cordoba, a city in the central interior, and settled down.
Sister Lin Yun is a good tailor. There is a sewing machine in front of the canteen to do some sewing and repair work. Most of the poor people in the city who do not know how to make repairs are sent here.
At first, Saint-Jesse wanted to find a garment factory in the city to customize factory uniforms. However, the people at the garment factory found that the orders were too small and the prices were high, so Saint-Jesse found a few.
It almost reached several times, exceeding the bottom line of Saint Hesse. I got angry and gave up directly.
After asking several factories, no one was satisfied. Saint Hesse even planned not to do it. In his opinion, this thing is not a necessity. It just wants to enhance the sense of belonging and other additional functions. It is not an irreplaceable thing like a machine. Just don't do it.
After a day of military training, St. Hesse wanted to eat some food from his hometown, so he went to the vegetable market alone and bought vegetables and fruits. When he went to Uncle Chen's house to eat, he passed by the convenience store of Sister Lin Yun's house. Bought some daily oil rice.
There happened to be a hole in the military uniform of San Jose that was scratched during training. There was a sewing machine at the door. It said in Spanish, "clothes mending." This elder sister repaired the hole in a few times. It was perfect, so An idea struck me and I asked this eldest sister if she knew how to make clothes.
"Sister, you are such a good tailor, can you make clothes?" St. Hesse looked at the patched military uniform in his hand. He couldn't tell that there was a hole in it. The patching was very detailed and his hands and feet were agile. .
"Making clothes, no problem, I can make skirts, trousers, cotton-padded jackets, etc." The eldest sister had nothing to do, so she started chatting with Saint Jose.
"I want to make three hundred sets of work clothes. I don't know if that's possible. I can provide you with cotton materials," Saint Jose said simply.
"Three hundred sets, that's... a bit too much. I can't handle it all by myself..." Sister Lin Yun looked a little embarrassed. It would be no problem to make one set of clothes, but these hundreds of sets would be a bit difficult.
"Do you have a good craftsmanship like you? I see that there are many people in Chinatown who are unemployed. Can we let them do it together? I can help you ask about sewing machines. You can also buy a few in the city." Saint Jose He lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
"It's not impossible, I can ask, it should be no problem." To say that Sister Lin Yun is a broad-minded person, she would not be able to run a convenience store or start a tailoring business, and these little sisters do not have Work is indeed a bit boring. If I can make clothes, I can also earn some household income, killing two birds with one stone.
St. Hesse is not just for the work clothes. I have indeed found that it is not only difficult for men to find jobs in Chinatown. There are very few people like Mr. Chen who start their own small businesses. Most of them work as coolies, washing dishes in restaurants. Category.
In addition to the poor economy of Cordoba itself, the unemployment rate is a bit high, and there are fewer job opportunities for women. The cannery just happens to have this demand. Maybe it can be used as an opportunity to let these fellow villagers set up a garment workshop. Do some part-time work or something.
Argentina's service industry is also relatively backward. Opportunities such as being a waiter are mostly for local white people, and there are no chain stores such as KFC, McDonald's or Starbucks.
As the saying goes, relying on friends outside, Saint Jose naturally wanted to help. As for the industry of making clothes, it is easier to get started. Making clothes is also a traditional Chinese skill. Our ancestors put their shoes and clothes with water.
Moreover, at that time, China was in a period of three coming and one replenishing, and the clothing manufacturing industry was also one of the important industries to undertake industrial transfers. Saint Hesei might be able to succeed if the gourd was applied.
Just do it. That day, St. Jose went to the second-hand market in the city to purchase sewing thread and sewing machines. The next day, St. Jose purchased 10 sewing machines from the second-hand market in the city and shipped them to Sister Lin Yun. I went to the city market to buy cotton cloth.
Sister Lin Yun mobilized fellow villagers who were unemployed at home to learn how to make clothes. Saint-Jesse gave all the sizes in the factory to Sister Lin Yun, and the results were really good.
With the support of San Jose, orders for all kinds of work clothes were placed in the garment workshops, allowing their part-time jobs to grow. Later, they also took on small-scale orders in the city, and even made jeans, clothes, etc., which became quite popular. welcome.
This workshop, which only has eleven sewing machines, has enough orders to survive and is on the right track.
San Jose placed orders for 600 pieces of work clothes, and the quality of the finished products was pretty good.
Later, it wasn’t just Uncle Chen’s house where we had dinner, but other fellow villagers would also be invited to join us, which was more united. We even went to Li Qingyun’s house and Sister Lin Yun’s house.
Sometimes several families each prepare a few dishes and have a meal together in the yard, which is a happy and harmonious feeling.
At this time, Saint Hesse was just busy eating and eating vegetables. Otherwise, the food was really delicious.
The feeling of eating dry food is very satisfying.
With the help of San Jose, Cordoba later became an important Chinatown gathering place in Argentina. They not only opened supermarkets, but also opened vegetable markets, farmed the land for farmers, and opened garment factories. , to name a few.
The small China Alley later became a unique Chinatown.
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In the end, the Ninth Brigade of the City Guards won the championship, and Saint Jose also received an award.
The Ninth Battalion is worthy of Saint Jose's improved training method. It has high morale, a solid foundation, and also pays attention to confrontation strategies and tactics.
Aragorn also conducted well. Not only in ordinary competitions, but also in new events such as live ammunition shooting, the Ninth Battalion got A+, while the National Defense Force only got A-, which made Commander Tomps very satisfied.
As for the heavy-loaded cross-country, the Ninth Brigade of the City Guards took the lead, running fast and steadily, and not a single soldier fell behind, successfully reaching the finish line first.
On the last day of the game, the weather was sunny and rare. Saint Jose left the audience to cheer up the soldiers.
"Brothers, persistence is victory. Let us play the glory of the city guard. This is also the glory handed down from the era of La Plata. From the Andes to Cordoba, from Celta to Tierra del Fuego, we are everywhere. Fear," Saint Jose said loudly, wearing a captain's uniform, his white shirt shining slightly.
"The City Guards are invincible, long live the great Argentina!"
"The City Guards are invincible, long live the great Argentina!"
This time, no one looked down on Saint Jose, and no one looked down on the Cordoba City Guards.
Facts have proved that the training in St. Jose is indeed very effective. Even if it is just an enhanced version of university military training, it is not enough. Millions of people gather for military training every year, and the soldiers of the Ninth Brigade are becoming more and more confident and proud. .
The National Defense Force, on the other hand, was fooled by the competition method of the Ninth Brigade. With the same physical quality, these animals were united and powerful, so they couldn't compare.
The two armies totaled more than 10,000 people, which can be said to be a sea of people. Different from the beginning, this time it was completely reversed. The morale of the city guards was high, while the morale of the national defense forces was as low as if they were mourning.
There is another event that is not actually the specialty of the City Guards, which is horse racing. However, this is an old tradition of the Gauchos. The Gauchos are a people on horseback in Argentina, and San Jose is an expert in it. When he was 2 years old, he had his own foal, known as the little prince of prairie racing.
Saint Jose taught horse racing skills and asked the Gauchos of the city guard to form a horse racing team. This time the horse racing event also won the first place.
This bilateral test ended with the victory of Little Tompus, the commander of the City Guards, and finally came to a successful conclusion.
Little Thomas even had a private chat with St. Jesus, and his admiration was beyond words. He repeatedly said that St. Jose was a major contributor to this military exercise, and his vision was correct.
This time the city guards won by half.
