It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

    Wang Qingqing asked Mrs. Miao what to do about the lack of raw materials, Mrs. Miao frowned and thought: "I know that the quilt factory in Erli Lane in the south of the city is quite big, and the railway bureau has ordered several trains from them. What kind of sheets and quilts are used, why don't we go to them and ask about it? Let's see what's going on in the quilt factory?"

    "This is a way out." Wang Qingqing nodded: "Then let's take the time to inquire and see how they deal with rags."

    With Wang Qingqing's affirmation, Mrs. Miao looked excited: "There are also tailors on the street, go and ask, there must be a lot of cloth ends in the tailors!"

    This is also possible, Wang Qingqing nodded, and Sister Miao was so excited that she couldn't sit still: "There is a tailor shop one stop from Tiexi, I'll go and ask."

    Sister-in-law Miao rode her bicycle in high spirits, and came back dejected for a long time. Mother Miao looked at her and asked carefully, "What's the matter? What happened?"

     "Forget it, there is no cloth head in the tailor's shop. I have been to several tailors' shops." Sister Miao sat down on the chair in frustration: "I inquired carefully, and went to the tailor's shop to do it. Most of the clothes are brought with them by themselves. After the clothes are made, the customer will take away the remaining materials and cloth ends. When encountering the few customers who didn’t think about it, the tailors took it to their own home. Now, all that's left in the tailor's shop is **** that can't even be patched."

    "This is the situation in the tailor's shop? What can I do?" Miao mother was worried and stopped the scissors.

    Because Miao mother is very good at cutting and sewing clothes, and the Miao family has never been in or out of the tailor shop, few people thought of this.

    "Nothing is normal." Wang Qingqing didn't take this to heart: "Take my heart to heart, if I use materials to make clothes, I will also ask to take away the rest of the materials."

    "The quilt factory doesn't know it or doesn't it?" Sister Miao felt uneasy.

    "Since the factory is big, there will be no rags." Wang Qingqing comforted Sister Miao: "Let's go see it tomorrow."

    Sister Miao started to work full of thoughts. Early the next morning, Wang Qingqing and Sister Miao went to the quilt factory in the south of the city. Wang Qingqing made preparations in advance and took a box of cigarettes to After seeing the uncle who was watching the door, the old man knew that he had nothing to say, and he told Wang Qingqing about the disposal of the waste.

     "Scrap, except for the employees' family members who occasionally come to pick up some useful ones, the rest are cheaply disposed of to the Erli Lane Mop Factory." The uncle opened the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in the He sniffed it under his nose, squinted his eyes in intoxication and continued: "Erli Lane Mop Factory is a street factory run by Erli Lane Street Office in order to find a livelihood for the residents who have no jobs. You are asking about this, do you want to buy cloth heads? "

    "Yes, I want to buy it." Wang Qingqing nodded: "I wonder if the mop factory uses a lot? Can we buy it?"

    "The amount, that's what it is, anyway, there are some old scraps in the warehouse behind." The uncle put the cigarette to his ear: "I will take you to Director Xiao, he is in charge of this thing."

    Wang Qingqing was overjoyed, and followed the janitor to meet Director Xiao smoothly, and contacted Director Xiao. They went to the warehouse, and at first glance, Mrs. Miao was disappointed.

      , These scraps are bought back, and the patch kits are considered to be a single color of material.

    Wang Qingqing did not make any comments, and calmly negotiated the price with Director Xiao, and signed a one-year purchase and sale agreement. It's better to be able to sell patch packs than to stop work without raw materials, and she's content.

    There is too much waste in the quilt factory. Wang Qingqing took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed them into Director Xiao. There was no shirk. After coordination, things went smoothly, but Wang Qingqing and Miao's sister-in-law suffered. Even though they paid the price of a pack of cigarettes and asked the driver to help, the two of them worked hard for a whole morning before they filled a truck. raw material.

    The next day, Mrs. Miao stopped Wang Qingqing at home: "His aunt, you are working at home today, and I will take Dahua Erhua to the quilt factory to purchase goods."

    Wang Qingqing raised her eyebrows and looked at Sister Miao, who gritted her teeth: "This loading and unloading job is too tiring, I have to let Dahua Erhua know that it is not easy for my mother to make money for them! "

    This can be, Wang Qingqing nodded with a smile, turned around and rode a bicycle and went to the black market in the woods beside the bridge head. After sweeping around to buy chicken, duck and eggs, Wang Qingqing bought it again A bag of sweet potato flour.

    Dark sweet potato tortillas were a staple on the table that night.

    Wang Qingqing held her forehead: "Dad, don't we have refined grains at home? Why do you still make this multigrain cake?"

    "You use refined grains for cooking in the future, don't eat this." Wang Qingqing explained to Miao's father: "Our family does not lack refined grains now."

    There is really no shortage. Wang Qingqing is willing to spend money. He goes to the small black market outside the city every three or five times. Mother Miao refused to let them eat, and kept them in a simple chicken coop in the corner of the yard to lay eggs.

    Wang Qingqing was afraid that Miao’s father would cook with sweet potato flour again, so she poured a bag of sweet potato flour into two large iron buckets and soaked it that night.

      Alright, I'll cook tonight and make jelly for everyone."

    Wang Qingqing helped her forehead, really, there is enough food at home, why are everyone thinking about eating her raw materials?

    Sister-in-law Miao did not allow her two sons to go to class: "When I go to school, I also follow the teacher to take labor lessons, either sweeping the streets or going to the factories run by the streets to work for nothing. It's better to do it for others than to us. Do it yourself."

    Dahua Erhua has no objection to Mrs. Miao's arrangement. Except for loading and unloading goods, the work at home is a little tiring. , It is possible to be drawn by the teacher to clean the public toilet if you are unlucky.

    Dahua is 14 years old and Erhua is 12 years old. They are both at the right age for learning. Classes in school are like playing. Students can turn into red at any time | guards, teachers are afraid of Critic | Dou, I don’t dare to talk about knowledge seriously. There are still five or six years before the resumption of the college entrance examination. Wang Qingqing feels that it is necessary for her to capture the studies of her two nephews. It's to broaden your horizons.

    "Working at home can't delay study." Wang Qingqing said, "I give you a one-and-a-half hour class every night."

    "Listen to your aunt's lecture at night." Sister Miao immediately echoed: "Your aunt is a graduate of the third class. They were not interested in any labor classes at that time, and they learned a lot!"

    Dahua Erhua brothers began to work hard during the day and study at night. Wang Qingqing brought Er Niu out to teach together, and the three of them were not lonely.

    It took another half a month of work this time to make 5,000 fake collars and 2,000 patch kits. Wang Qingqing was not in a hurry to sell them. The fabrics suitable for fake collars were all cut into a set of uppers, and even the uppers were not suitable, she was going to paste them into soles.

      The paste, brush a layer of paste on the flat hardboard, neatly spread a layer of rags, let it dry for a while, brush a layer of paste, and then lay a layer of rags, repeat this action, the thickness reaches one centimeter The left and right are done, and when they are completely dry, they can be used to cut into soles.

    After the sole is reduced, it can only be used to make shoes. It takes time and hands to prepare the sole. Naturally, Wang Qingqing will not do this work.

      For a penny, it can be sold short as soon as it is listed on the shelves. If you don’t pay, you can sell it cheaper.

    Wang Qingqing was about to sell shoe soles and uppers. Sister-in-law Miao asked Miao Qingqing anxiously: "This sole is not acceptable, is it reliable? Can it be sold?"

    "Think about the dilemma that you can't find so many old clothes every time you need to paste the soles of your shoes. Do you think it is reliable?" Wang Qingqing thinks this business is very reliable.

    She often sees a handful of melon seeds and peanuts in her pocket. When she enters the door, she stuffs a handful for the children. She talks about it for a while, and finally asks a question before leaving : "I'm going to paste the soles of my shoes these two days. Do you have any bad clothes you don't want at home?"

    This kind of thing has been done by almost every housewife, which shows that everyone lacks the fabric for the sole market.

    It took another half a month, and it has been a whole month since the last time the money was paid. Wang Qingqing's goods are also ready. 3,000 pairs of uppers and more than 1,700 pairs of soles.

    There are many kinds of goods this time, Wang Qingqing also went through the formalities for Mrs. Miao, and the two got on the car to sell the goods together, and the two nephews were responsible for transporting the goods back and forth.

    Sister-in-law Miao has never sold anything, even if Wang Qingqing is carrying it, she is still too nervous. Speaking of which, she was embarrassed and angry herself, and her face flushed: "I can't do it, I can't do this job, I'd better go home and paste the soles of my shoes."

    "My good sister-in-law!" Wang Qingqing grabbed Mrs. Miao who was about to get out of the car: "Whoever is born will not be able to sell things, this job is difficult, you didn't look at other people's supply and marketing cooperatives How high are the requirements for salespeople? We can't compare to that salesperson, but stupid birds fly first, can't you do it with more practice?"

    "I can't practice. When people stare at me and count money, I get nervous." Sister Miao scratched her hair irritably: "When I get nervous, I count wrong."

    "The customer wants to give you money, he is reluctant, can he not stare? Don't look at the person staring at you, look at the money in your hand." On the shoulder bag on the chest, Mrs. Miao had neatly sized banknotes in it: "Look at what this is, and take the rags to money and take it home with your own hands. Does it feel bad?"

    The thick stack of banknotes stimulated Sister-in-law Miao, she glanced at the satchel and gritted her teeth: "That's fine, I'll practice again."

    "The first time I'm not skilled, let's take it slow, settle accounts slowly, and count money slowly." Wang Qingqing was extremely patient, and the two walked together in a carriage After walking slowly, Mrs. Miao gradually entered the state. After the two trains were finished, she was able to have a few gossips with customers while selling goods very skillfully.

    This time there was a lot of goods, and it took my aunt and sister-in-law three days to sell out. When I got home and counted it, it was more than 3,700 yuan. Excluding the cost, it was almost 600 yuan per person. Sister-in-law Miao was so excited: "It's true, I heard that the governor only earns three or four hundred yuan a month. We earn more than the governor?"