Reborn 1980, Mountains Have Spirits, I Have Fields

Zhao Chunlan asked several companies, but the bosses were not very interested.

"The lace is pretty and smooth, but there are too few of them. As for the purchase price—" the boss asked, "Six yuan a piece."

Zhao Chunlan's heart went cold.

"It's only six yuan? What's the deal? My daughter said, at least fifteen."

The boss looked at her with a frown, and took out a plate from the bottom of the cabinet, and there were piles of lace inside.

Zhao Chunlan was stunned.

"You are a retail investor, just those few pieces, the patterns are old models, and they are sold at such a high price. These goods of mine are all new designs, aren't they beautiful?"

Zhao Chunlan's lips trembled: "You, who weaved this?"

The boss smiled: "You don't care where I get the goods. Anyway, it's cheaper than yours."

Zhao Chunlan never thought of it, but it has only been more than half a month, how come there are so many laces on the market?They are all new tricks, dazzlingly beautiful.

She was furious.

"Just tell me, who made the goods? It doesn't matter, does it?"

The boss put away the lace: "The things all flow from Nanping. I heard that the boss's surname is Xiao. She is a young girl."

There was a rumbling sound in Zhao Chunlan's ears—a young girl surnamed Xiao from Nanping?After comparing with what Fangcao said, she blurted out: "Is that Xiao Lingmei?"

The boss was not surprised: "So you know. Alas. The lace in her house is too expensive. I can't afford it. I can only choose some simple and cheap ones.

Are these laces just plain cheap? !

Zhao Chunlan almost fainted.

In the end, she still didn't dare to sell it at a low price, thinking about going back and discussing with the man what to do.

Passing by a needlework shop, remembering Fangcao's confession, I asked the price of pure cotton thread.Zhao Chunlan was shocked again.After searching for a long time, they couldn't pick out any thread that was as good as Fangcao's before.A ball of pure cotton thread of slightly better quality sells for 50 cents for 5 grams, and if you want to buy 200 grams of Fangcao, it costs 2 yuan!

This cost plus the time spent is a big loss!

Shi Daqiang was happily waiting for her to get the money back, when he heard that the price of lace had dropped by more than half, he got up angrily and rushed to the grass house, he picked up a stick and was about to beat her up.

Fangcao said coldly: "Why are you beating me up? It's my mother who refuses to find the customers I used to receive the goods. This is why I can't sell them at a good price. If you let me sell them, I will definitely sell them at the original price."

The stick in Shi Daqiang's hand was aimed at his wife again: "Why don't you find Fangcao's regular customers?!"

Zhao Chunlan stomped her feet: "Could it be possible that we still take her to school to find her classmates? Didn't I tell you that those classmates of hers are not fuel-efficient lamps, but they will be a bad bitch. Besides, in case Once the teacher meets her, she will not be allowed to come back. Then what shall we do?"

Shi Daqiang scolded her with a livid face: "You idiot. You don't succeed enough, but you fail!"

Zhao Chunlan quickly pointed to Fangcao: "She is useless. There are many new varieties out there, and she can only weave old ones, so the price can't be sold."

"Then you can't blame me." Fangcao sneered, "I could have learned a lot of new styles, why did you lock me up and not let me go to school?" She glanced at her parents' ugly faces, "I The classmate has hundreds or thousands of styles on hand, and they were all supposed to be handed over to me."

Shi Daqiang panted heavily, gritted his teeth and said lamely: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Why didn't I say that?" Fangcao said disdainfully, "I begged you in tears and told you that as long as you let me study, I can earn more money back. You don't believe me."

The hearts of Shi Daqiang and his wife turned cold, and they were silent for a long time.

Fangcao stretched out her hand towards Zhao Chunlan: "Where's the cotton thread? Have you bought it yet?"

Zhao Chunlan said angrily: "You still knitting a fart for losing money!"

She serves two brown sugar eggs every day, eats rice and meat, and doesn't do any work at home, what's the result? !
In fact, earning 36 yuan a month for busy work is not too little.But compared with their expectations, it was far worse.How can they not be psychologically unbalanced?

Fangcao then clapped her hands: "If you don't weave, don't weave. From now on, I will be a cow and a horse at home. When I am old, I will marry a man and give my brother a gift. As for making money, don't count on it. me."

Zhao Chunlan confessed with a pale face.Glancing at the man, he was as red as a pig's liver.

Lu Dazhu and his wife looked at Fangcao's familiar cut pig grass mixed with pig food, and fed the pigs and chickens.I also picked firewood from the courtyard and chopped it up for use.Humming a little song in a good mood.They looked at each other for a long time, and finally Zhao Chunlan couldn't help asking, "Look... what should we do about this?"

Lu Dazhu spat: "Didn't you see that? That girl of yours is lying to us!"

Zhao Chunlan was surprised: "Spoof us? Why did she deceive us?"

Lu Dazhu sneered: "Do you know if what she said is true or not? Maybe it's just to coax us to let her go to the school to ask the principal to intercede."

Zhao Chunlan hesitated for a while.I still said it out: "I asked the owners of those shops. They said that it was indeed Xiao Lingmei who sold them the lace. And she has a lot of expensive and beautiful goods. Even the bosses can't afford them."

Lu Dazhu was stunned for a long time, swung the stick he was copying cursingly for a long time, lost his temper for a long time, and then gasped and said: "I don't care. You go to Xiao Lingmei tomorrow and ask her if she will accept the goods. If she really Accept it, let's think of another way."

Zhao Chunlan knew it was a big embarrassment, so she had no choice but to agree: "Go. Go early in the morning."

The next day, Zhao Chunlan arrived at No. [-] Middle School at noon.

In the dormitory, Qingxue said in surprise: "Our Lingmei is Zhuge from the female middle school. It's been less than a month, and she really came here!"

Xiaoqin said loudly: "Lingmei, just go ahead. Qingxue and I will cover behind. At worst, let Mingxia and Lingling throw matches!"

Lingling pulled his lips and smiled: "The old man has come back to his senses. He knows who is the big benefactor of her family. You don't have to worry about it. The family is greedy, not stupid."

Lingmei sold some of Xiaojingou's lace to a needlework shop in the town closest to Fangcao's family.She deliberately lowered the price, which made Zhao Chunlan breathless.Fangcao is also extremely smart and resourceful.He offered himself in due course.

The two fought a tacit counterattack in the air.

Lingmei closed the book: "Lingling is right. I'll go meet her. If you go together, don't you intend to scare her."

She went to the meeting alone, and Zhao Chunlan was also relieved.

With a smile on her face, she stepped forward and asked, "Student Xiao Lingmei Xiao. Ah, we meet again."

Ling Mei couldn't see any joy or anger, and asked quietly: "I still have class in the afternoon. Tell me what's going on."

Zhao Chunlan bent slightly.This sister is the owner of the clothing store at home!There is also the one named Xu Lingling, who looks so proud.Didn't everyone say that No. [-] Middle School is all poor people? Why are there so many rich people?well!If I knew this earlier, I wouldn't offend them by saying anything.