It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

    The cardigan brought by Wang Qingqing captured Zhao Xiaoyan's heart, and she was unwilling to let go: "I want it, Sister Miao, you have to give me this sweater, just say it, How much does it cost?"

    The sweater is woven to sell, Zhao Xiaoyan wants it, and Wang Qingqing will not hesitate to sell it: "Really want it?"

    "I want to, why not?" Zhao Xiaoyan fondly touched the clothes: "This sweater is knitted really well, it looks better than the knitted sweaters sold in the supply and marketing agency, the buttons are made of shells Right? Shiny, sister Miao, what pattern are you knitting? I've never seen it before."

    "This pattern is called double-leaf pattern. The advantage is that I can save the thread when weaving." Wang Qingqing explained to Zhao Xiaoyan seriously: "The disadvantage is that it has many hollow places and sees through the bottom. The matching shirt can't be bad."

    "Such a beautiful sweater, even for it, it is worth making a new shirt." Zhao Xiaoyan smiled very happily: "I still have a white shirt that I haven't worn much, just in time. match it."

    Zhao Xiaoyan couldn't bear it anymore, so she pulled Wang Qingqing into the bedroom: "I'll try it on."

    The white shirt just turned out from the bottom of the suitcase still has obvious creases, and Zhao Xiaoyan can't care about it. The knitted sweater asked Wang Qingqing with anticipation in his eyes: "How is it? Do I look good in it?"

    Zhao Xiaoyan was not bad, she took off her padded jacket and put on a cardigan, which really made people's eyes shine. Wang Qingqing extended her thumb and compared her: "It's very good-looking."

    Zhao Xiaoyan's house does not have a large full-length mirror, only a half-length mirror two feet high and one foot wide is placed on the three bucket table. meal.

    Smelly Perfect Zhao Xiaoyan suddenly sneered at herself in the mirror, and after laughing, she turned to Wang Qingqing and said: "The supply and marketing building on Jiefang Road sells men's cardigans, and they use cashmere seriously. Thread knitting costs fifty-five yuan a piece, more than a month's salary, and Liu Zhanpeng is a **** who insists on buying it, and he is tossing around for knitting tickets recently."

    "The knitwear ticket is not easy to buy." Wang Qingqing carefully placed the mirror on the three bucket table.

    "That's not right." Zhao Xiaoyan admired the shell button again before she began to change her clothes: "This ticket is too scattered. I don't know how many people I have to ask if I want to collect enough tickets for one piece of clothes."

    She carefully folded the cardigan she took off: "I haven't made new clothes since I had a child, and all kinds of tickets are close to the child. What was the child like before, what is it like now, the monthly ticket salary is spent cleanly, and the small life is as comfortable as before the marriage."

      All day long, I'm ashamed like an old mother. Sister Miao, can you tell me how much is this sweater?"

    "This dress is a little more troublesome to buttons. If you like it, I'll charge a fee for the production cost. You can get me twenty dollars." Wang Qingqing has a good relationship with Zhao Xiaoyan. Zhao Xiaoyan never let her do it for nothing. She wanted to sell the cardigan, and she had to ask Zhao Xiaoyan to promote it for her. Wang Qingqing was very happy to quote a friendship price.

    After reporting the price, she turned to Zhao Xiaoyan and instructed: "I still have a few pieces to sell, you must not tell others your price, you have to say it is 28 yuan a item.”

    Considering the current salary level of the employees, Wang Qingqing did not set the price too high. With the workmanship and style of her sweaters, the price set is higher than that of the supply and marketing cooperative, and I believe they can also be sold. Going out, the problem is that the price is too high, and there are fewer people who can afford it.

      It would have dragged on for a long time to attract attention and cause trouble, so she still managed to finish these sweaters in a low-key and quick manner. How could she finish them quickly? Low price is king.

    The asking price is 28 yuan, which is only half a month's salary. Most female workers can afford it. If they really want to wear it, they will buy it as soon as they bite their teeth. For the price, I think it will be sold out soon.

    When she heard that Wang Qingqing only offered herself twenty dollars, Zhao Xiaoyan was overjoyed, she quickly counted twenty dollars to Wang Qingqing: "Sister Miao, you are so arrogant, I can't let you suffer, I Get you some soap and soap."

    Zhao Xiaoyan opened the cabinet door and turned over, took out a bundle of khaki paper bags neatly tied with hemp rope and handed two white paper bags to Wang Qingqing: "I have a relative who is From the daily chemical factory, she doesn’t need a ticket to buy soap. When I got married, my mother asked her to buy me a lot of dowry, and I can’t use it up for a while. You wash it diligently, take it back and use it slowly. "

    Wang Qingqing was overjoyed when she saw the soap and soap proposed by Zhao Xiaoyan. She has been wearing it for so long, and she has never washed her clothes with soap once. She usually washes her clothes with grass and wood ash. Soak in water to dry.

    The soap in the supply and marketing cooperative is not expensive. Fifty cents can buy a piece of the boss. In terms of Wang Qingqing's current economic situation, she can definitely afford it and use it. The problem That is, this **** thing also needs votes.

    This soap ticket is not distributed on the grain book like the grain, oil and coal. This kind of ticket is the same as the knitwear ticket. Only the employees in the unit can get it.

    The original owner, Miao Qingqing, has earned more than half of a soap ticket since she got married—that is a benefit given by the street after arranging residents to go to the street to welcome the leaders.

    Soap is a fast-moving consumable, and every household is not enough. Children at home may be scolded for wiping their hands twice, and it is even more impossible for everyone to put soap tickets. It was evenly distributed to others, so the poor ghost Miao Qingqing has been married for so many years, and has used half a bar of soap, and the soap has never even seen a shadow.

    The decontamination ability of grass and wood ash is limited. Not to mention that it takes a lot of effort to wash clothes, and it is not very clean. Wang Qingqing really does not want to refuse the bundle of soap and soap that Zhao Xiaoyan sent.

    She simply took the thing in her hand and thanked Zhao Xiaoyan: "Xiaoyan, I thank you so much, I'm not polite to you, I really need this thing. I won't charge you for the sweater, just wear it."

    Wang Qingqing took the soap and went to take out her pocket, and wanted to return Zhao Xiaoyan's twenty dollars to her.

    "Sister Miao, what are you doing?" Zhao Xiaoyan frowned and held Wang Qingqing's hand: "You still point to this to eat, you don't charge this money, I have to sleep at night Oh no."

    "If you don't take the money back, I won't be able to sleep at night." Wang Qingqing put the soap on the table and clicked: "This bundle of soap and these two soaps, even If you have the money and the ticket, you can get it for more than ten yuan. We have a good relationship. I want to give you a discounted price to make you mess up. Good guy, you have to spend a lot more money than others. How can it be done?"

    Wang Qingqing put the twenty dollars that Zhao Xiaoyan just gave on the table: "You have to take this money back."

    "Oh, sister Miao, don't argue with me. Soap is 50 cents a dollar, and this bundle of 10 yuan is only 5 yuan." Zhao Xiaoyan smiled and put the money back into Wang Qingqing Hand: "Hurry up and take it. If you really feel bad about it, help me with more work. Tonight, I will disassemble and wash the thick cotton-padded clothes for my Baoer into thin ones."

    "Okay, no problem, leave it to me." Wang Qingqing agreed very happily.

    Zhao Xiaoyan took out a pocket and began to put her son's cotton-padded clothes and trousers. When she was ready, Wang Qingqing picked up the pocket and left with soap: "I'll go home and take it apart and wash it, and I will do it tomorrow morning. Okay, I'll bring the sweater for Xiao Li to the door of the nursery for you."

    Wang Qingqing didn't sit idle that night, washing, baking and sewing, not to mention the busy night, the next morning, she went with her eyes full of red blood. The door of the nursery.

    Give Zhao Xiaoyan the dismantled and washed cotton pants and the cardigan for Miss Li, and then let her go after giving Zhao Xiaoyan a few words to help with publicity. When Zhao Xiaoyan left for work, Wang Qingqing led the two Niu went to the state-run hotel on the street.

    The buns in state-run restaurants also need food stamps, 20 cents per ticket, and Wang Qingqing, who is full of money and stamps, buys a bun that is the size of a child’s head and filled with white noodles, vegetables and meat. I bought ten.

    The buns were still hot when they got home, Wang Qingqing told Erniu to wash her hands, gave her one for her to hug and gnaw, she also took one and sat down at the square table to taste it slowly .

    The mother and daughter were eating meat buns, and the boy got up and saw the steamed buns in the hands of Wang Qingqing and Er Niu. Take the buns in the oiled paper bag.

    "Hey, hey!" Wang Qingqing put aside the arm that the nagdan stretched out: "This bun was bought with my own money, you can't eat it."

    "Then what am I going to eat?" I started to cry again. Yesterday Erniu had a new sweater, but he didn't have a new sweater. Today, Erniu has meat buns. Abandoned?

    "The pot on the stove is hot with cornmeal buns." Wang Qingqing smiled happily at the widow: "That's your ration, you should eat that."

    Have eaten cornmeal buns for several months, and I have developed a physical disgust for cornmeal buns. I heard that the white-flour buns have no part of their own, and I have red eyes and even cornmeal buns. I didn't eat, I just ran out.

    As expected, after get off work in the afternoon, Zhao Xiaoyan and Miss Li brought three or five female colleagues to Wang Qingqing's house.

    "You have all seen the quality and styles of sweaters. The sweaters sold at the counter of the supply and marketing agency are really not as good-looking as those knitted by my sister." Zhao Xiaoyan did her best to promote Wang Qingqing: "Authentic pure wool It's made of wool, and it's only 28 yuan if you don't need a ticket. If you miss out on such a good thing, you will regret it all."

    Wang Qingqing took out the remaining five sweaters in cooperation, and the female colleagues chatted and started discussing sweaters as soon as they saw it. Buy one per person.

    "You have good eyes." Zhao Xiaoyan once again helped: "But my sister is not a businessman, she knitted these sweaters and couldn't wear them all by herself, so she was afraid of wasting them before sharing them for everyone. It's not good for her to take your money directly, if you have any grain, oil or cloth at home, you can exchange it for equivalent."