It wasn't until he approached Qinjia Village that Qin Xiaoyu took the lead and took the initiative to speak.
"Dayun, can't we bend and stretch a little?"
"It's not that we can't, but it's not necessary at all. You don't think that if we flatter others and flatter others, they will be regarded as friends, do you?"
"There is no need to be so groveling." Qin Xiaoyu said quickly, "Um... Dayun, I apologize to you. This system just made a mouthful, so please don't take it to heart."
It talks about letting Qin Yun get close to Zhao Jintao.
"You should apologize to me. With such a system that is so eager for quick success, I really doubt that you are pretending to be someone else."
These words made Qin Xiaoyu a little unhappy.
"What's wrong with me, as an excellent system, thinking like a human being? Only you humans are allowed to think, but systems like us are not allowed to learn?"
Qin Yun teased: "Of course you can. I think you are already very human except that you are not a human being."
Qin Xiaoyu tried hard to think about what she meant.
"Why do I feel like you are criticizing the Communist Party?"
Qin Yun suppressed his smile and said, "No way, you are not a human being in the first place!"
"Oh... yes. Huh? No, you are just scolding me, right?"
"There really isn't..."
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More than half a month later.
This morning.
It's just dawn.
Beside an inaccessible mountain ridge.
At the foot of the mountain, there are twenty or thirty small stalls scattered in this flat area.
In front of every stall, there is an upside-down basket or bamboo basket.
The stall owners all wrapped themselves up tightly, with only one eye exposed, and they looked around warily from time to time.
In the meantime, although no one was hawking, people came from the nearby mountain trails from time to time.
These people also wrap themselves up tightly.
They are all customers who come here to buy things.
When more people arrived, there were customers stopping in front of almost every stall.
If there are already two or three people in front of some stalls, other customers will basically not come to join in the fun.
Because everyone is afraid of being recognized by someone they meet by chance.
There were some exceptions in front of one stall.
Looking from a distance, at least seven or eight people were standing within three to five meters of the area, refusing to take their eyes away from the stall in front of them.
The stall owner was sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking very thin.
A blue cotton towel was wrapped around his head, covering his neck, forehead, head and other places.
The mouth and nose were covered with a blue cloth mask.
On the ground in front of him, there was a piece of khaki cloth, with bold characters sewn in black thread, and at the top was the word "Coatman".
Below are:
“One inch of cotton: five cents.
“A foot long and wide of cotton: fifty cents.
"One meter (three feet) of cotton string: three cents."
Further down, there are several lines of embroidered patterns.
Some are small flowers and grass, and some are small animals.
There is also a note at the bottom: "You don't need to patch the pattern, just patch the cotton patch."
At this moment, the stall owner was sitting cross-legged on the ground, stitching threads.
She moves the needle very quickly, and most of the people watching her are lesbians.
Although they couldn't see the way she moved the needle, it didn't stop them from taking a closer look at all.
There really aren’t many entertainment activities these days.
Just watching the stall owner sew and sew the patches quickly and well made the onlookers fascinated.
The stall owner is naturally Qin Yun.
The place she was in was an underground market more than ten miles away from Qinjia Village.
This kind of market is actually illegal at this time.
But everyone needed a place where they could trade supplies, so the underground market came into being.
According to later generations, in this era, almost every city and town had one or two such underground markets.
Some are in the middle of nowhere.
Some are in the corners of inconspicuous buildings.
Qin Yun only found this underground market more than ten days ago.
She initially wanted to understand the situation before deciding what kind of clothes to sell.
Men's or women's, adults or children, how to plan the pattern and size.
Then she noticed that many people who came here also had patches on their clothes, which was no different from the people in Qinjia Village.
There are also stalls in the market that trade cloth tickets and fabrics.
If you come here to sell clothes and mark the price too low, you will take away a lot of people's business.
If the price is set high, if you sell a few more pieces, you will easily become jealous.
Because ordinary single clothes in this era cost more than ten or twenty yuan at least.
The white flour sold in the supply and marketing cooperative only costs 18 cents per pound.
A few pieces of clothing can sell for hundreds of dollars, so attention-grabbing is inevitable.
Qin Yun then changed his mind and decided to set up a cobbler's stall to try it out.
Just like there are umbrella repairmen and shoe repairmen here, she thinks there should be a market for cobblers.
Moreover, in the eyes of others, the cotton cloth and cotton thread here cost money, and this job is just hard money at best.
In this way, her stall is less conspicuous.
In the first two days, very few people came to the stall to mend clothes.
However, a few people came over to ask her whether the cotton cloth was sold here.
Because the price of cotton cloth listed by Qin Yun here is similar to that of cloth sold in supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores, and the quality is not to mention.
Good cotton is in short supply.
Even if you have cloth tickets and money, you may not be able to buy them in those places.
But Qin Yun's original intention was to make a living by craftsmanship, not to clear out his cotton inventory, so she naturally refused.
A few days later, she realized that she was right in not agreeing to sell cotton cloth to those people.
Because this underground market actually has an owner.
This place was specially organized by someone who pulled together a team.
It's not that they did it for any other purpose, just to have a few more mouthfuls of food and to wear more clothes when the weather got cold.
Thinking about setting up stalls in this market for a long time, you have to give your fingerprints and tell your home address. And it also needs to be confirmed that the information is correct before she can be allowed to stay for a long time.
Two days before Qin Yun came here, because he was not sure whether she would set up a stall for a long time, the other party sent someone to buy cloth and take the opportunity to find out her background.
Of course, few people who have been to the underground market will talk nonsense about this place.
Because speaking out means that these people have come here to trade themselves. Don't go back and cheat others, but also cheat yourself.
Because of this, the person in charge of the market quickly met Qin Yun in person and explained the rules of their market.
Stalls like Qin Yun.
They have to patch five inches of cloth for free every month, and they also need to pack cotton threads of corresponding strength as stall fees.
This condition was no problem for Qin Yun, and she agreed at that time.
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