After I Kicked My Ex-Husband, I Realized Financial Freedom

Li Zicha originally invited Zhang Xiaoxi to have a meal together in Xiaguan, but was declined by the other party. The so-called good deeds do not leave a name, and she has not done great good deeds, so why bother him.

Both Qiu Ming and Wen Zhengchu bought presents, and they would feel sorry if they didn't get something for Li Zimo.

Ah yes, and Lu Jingming...

Zhang Xiaoxi was wandering in the antique market, but she felt that Li Zimo would not like this kind of antiques because of her personality. However, just as she was about to look elsewhere, a loud cry of a baby came to her ears.

"Wow-wow-"

The baby's cry was not abrupt in the noisy market, and no one even cared about it, but perhaps because he was about to become a mother, Zhang Xiaoxi subconsciously looked in the direction of the cry.

At the inconspicuous stall, a woman with a dark complexion was patiently coaxing the baby in her arms. After a while, a slightly older child, about five or six years old, quickly brewed milk powder and handed it over.

"Mom, my brother may want to drink milk."

With a bitter smile on the woman's face, she took the bottle and said earnestly: "Thank you for your hard work, Dabao, thank you!"

"Dabao is not hard, mother is hard!" Saying this, the little girl wiped the sweat from the woman's face.

There were people coming and going in the market, and no one noticed that the cries of the baby that drank milk were getting quieter, and no one noticed the tired look on the woman's face, but Zhang Xiaoxi saw this scene very painfully.

One drags two and comes out to set up a stall, she just wants to ask this kid if his father is dead? !

Almost involuntarily, Zhang Xiaoxi walked up to the stall, and when the woman saw a visitor, a smile appeared on her tired face.

"What do beautiful women buy? Our embroidery is all handmade and listed as an intangible cultural heritage. The stalls are all finished products. If you need it, I can help you embroider where you need it!"

Zhang Xiaoxi made her fortune in the clothing industry in her previous life, and she also knows a thing or two about embroidery. She picked up a finished silk handkerchief, with delicate and exquisite stitches, whether it is color matching or the conversion between threads, it is perfect.

It's just...the needles and threads used in embroidery and the raw materials such as this square handkerchief are a bit low-quality, otherwise they would definitely be sold at a high price.

"How much is this handkerchief?" Zhang Xiaoxi asked.

The woman was overjoyed, she had been setting up a stall for three days, and this was her first business, so she hurriedly said: "Fifty! If you like a beauty, take fifty!"

Fifty……

It takes at least an hour to embroider this pattern, not only the time cost, but also the labor cost. Such a good embroidery method can cost more than fifty per hour.

If this kind of pure hand embroidery is placed on the Internet, it can sell for at least three figures, but she only wants fifty.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoxi didn't speak, the woman thought she was expensive, she bit her lip, "Yes, or forty is fine."

Business is difficult, and she cherishes the opportunity to have customers come to the stall, and more importantly, if there is no money in today, she and the babies will not even have dinner tonight.

"How about... thirty?"

Zhang Xiaoxi didn't answer, but silently took out five red notes from the bag and put them in front of the woman, "Don't lower your value, you embroider very well, it's definitely worth the price."

Five... five hundred? !

That was their family's income for more than half a month. She picked up the money and tears welled up in her eyes for a moment, but then she thought of something again and immediately wanted to return the money to Zhang Xiaoxi.

"Guests can't do it. This embroidery is something I embroidered for fun when I was at home with my children. It's not worth so much money. I can't accept it. You should give it to me at 50 yuan!"

Why is this person so stubborn!

The money was originally returned, but Zhang Xiaoxi stuffed it back again. She was a little bit strong, and her voice was a little sullen, "I said you are worth the price, why do you think you are worthless?!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if this sentence hit a place in her heart that she had been unwilling to face.

The baby in her arms cried again, which made her feel like she was being pulled back to reality.

"Wow-wow-"

The woman hurriedly nodded to coax the child, and sighed, "Oh, I'm just a housewife. How can there be any guests like you said so fiercely, what's worthless, just make a living."

It's not that Zhang Xiaoxi doesn't understand the sadness of low-level people, but it's because of a bad life that he has to work hard to get ahead, strive for all available resources, and live a prosperous life, isn't it?
Looking at the woman who lowered her head to coax the child, Zhang Xiaoxi said helplessly: "Where is the child's father, let alone you go out to set up a stall and procrastinate so hard, does he have a conscience, the market environment is so messy, it is not good for the child."

Human traffickers are rampant recently, and ignorant children are their favorite targets.

Speaking of this woman, she sighed for a long time, with sadness and helplessness in her tone, "The child's father is also busy making money and has no time to take care of us, but he alone is enough to raise two children. I also want to supplement the family income. That's why... came out to set up a stall."

Such an answer is also expected by Zhang Xiaoxi. From ancient times to the present, the fate of women has not been rough.

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the gate of the market——

"The city management is here, the city management is here!"

This place does not belong to a commercial street, but it is relatively close to the shops in the ancient city, so many people who cannot afford the rent of the shop will set up a stall here, and the most afraid of setting up a stall is the urban management.

"Yanran, quickly grab your things and go with mom!" The woman's expression tensed suddenly, and the little girl beside her also had sharp eyesight, and she wanted to pick up the things on the stall and run away without saying a word.

But the stall is so big and there are so many things, how can a five or six-year-old child handle it, and the woman is holding the child in her hands, and she is also carrying things like milk powder, feeding bottles, and hot water bottles.

Seeing that the urban management was about to come this way, the woman was so anxious that tears came out. She spent countless nights embroidering this mess. If it was confiscated...she would not be able to get out for several days. Come to stall.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoxi picked up a corner of the spread, and said in a calm voice, "Little sister, you carry that end, and I carry this end, which saves effort."

The woman gave Zhang Xiaoxi a grateful look, and held back the tears that were about to flow from the corners of her eyes. The three of them worked together and finally moved the things to a safe place before the urban management came.

The woman was panting heavily, because she was jolting because she was running so fast, the baby in her arms kept crying, and it took a long time to coax her well.

She handed her son to her younger daughter to watch first, and then took Zhang Xiaoxi aside to talk alone.

"Sister, thank you so much for what happened today. If it weren't for you...my whole pile of things might have been confiscated."