Since 1983

Everyone has a common problem.

No matter what I did or encountered, as long as I could scratch the itch in my heart, I would try my best to scratch others as well. There are no exceptions, and no one can hold back.

When Liu Xiaoman returned to the hospital, the lunch break was not over yet, and a group of nurses were gathering in the room chatting.

"Xiaoman is back, have you had lunch yet?" a colleague greeted.

"I didn't eat, I went shopping in the street."

She passed by him.

"There is a small meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon, don't forget it!" another colleague told.

"Oh, I see."

She brushed past the second man.

"Going to the department store again? You go three or five times a week, it's amazing."

"You envy you to go too!"

"Yo, people eat meat every day and drink sesame oil like water. I can't compare, right Xiaoman?"

She stepped on a few joking young girls with strides, and her face was already not very good-looking. When she walked to the innermost part and was thinking of going back and turning around again, she suddenly heard someone ask: "Hey Xiaoman, this bag of yours is pretty, is it new?"

brush!

The girl changed her painting style in a second, smiling like a rose flower, "Yes, I just bought it, what do you think?"

She held the bag into the opponent's hand, and he looked at it and praised: "The style is not bad, simple and elegant, but also practical. This is denim cloth, it is strong enough..."

As soon as the two talked, it immediately attracted the crowd to watch. The young nurses are all in their twenties, accept new things, and have relatively broad horizons.

"Is this a buckle? I used to make cheongsams and jackets. I didn't expect to be able to sew them on bags."

"The workmanship is a bit rough, but the style is quite novel. Hey, I like this pattern. It's so cute. How much is this bag?"

"What, six yuan? Xiaoman, you are too generous, it is worth three yuan at most!"

"Let's go aside, this is called design, do you understand? For this pattern, six yuan is quite worth it."

"Yes, yes, I have never seen such a painting before."

Liu Xiaoman was surrounded in the middle, and the feeling of being the focus of the topic made her feel comfortable. At this time, someone asked again: "Did you buy it in a department store? Why didn't I see it when I went yesterday?"

"Not a department store..."

She hissed and said in a low voice, "It's sold at a stall, it's diagonally opposite, don't go out and talk nonsense, the leader knows that he will be punished."

"Set up a stall!"

The eyes of the girls brightened. Street vendors are already common in the capital and the south, but they are quite new in Ancheng, where the factory is the home and the concept of an iron rice bowl is deeply rooted.

They all nodded, "I understand, we will never say anything."

"Well, absolutely not."

That's weird!

...

Since the start, the business quickly faced the danger of closing down. Except for people who eat melons who came to have a look, they didn't sell any more.

Boss Chen was worried, and Boss Xu was very godly, and even squatted on the ground to watch Dream of Red Mansions.

"It's been a long time, do you still have time to read?"

"Otherwise, can I force others to buy it?"

"Then think of a way, why don't we change places?"

"No, this one is pretty good."

Xu Fei looked at the anxious Chen Xiaoxu, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, let's wait a little longer, there will be more people after get off work."

"I don't necessarily buy your bag if you have too many. I think you can't sell it, what should I do?"

"That's profitable too. I only cost a few cents a piece."

whispering sound!

Chen Xiaoxu had no choice but to leave without showing his loyalty, so he had to wait with him.

After another period of time, the bell rang again, and it was dusk. Anshan Iron and Steel is much more spectacular than a textile factory. There are formal temporary ones, factory collective ones, off-duty shift workers, and family members who pick up children and buy groceries, etc.

As for the hundreds of thousands of people, even if one tenth of them come out, it is enough to describe it as a crowd.

Xu Fei closed the book, twisted his waist, as if preparing for battle. Chen Xiaoxu became nervous again, staring at the crowd that kept pouring out, the stream was endless, as if it would never stop.

She blinked sharply, and saw a small group coming out of the hospital, leaving the main force, crossing the road and going straight to the stall. All of them are young and beautiful, and their clothes are clean. At first glance, they look like children from superior families.

"Yo, there really is one."

"Come and see, is Xiaoman buying this one?"

The girls huddled in front of the stall to look at them. There were still five cloth bags left. The girls in white skirts had already sold them, and the rest had different designs.

Some are a few flowers and plants, some are cute little bears, some are silhouettes of two human heads... The overall style is fresh and lovely.

"How much is it?"

A girl glanced at it, hugged the little bear bag and didn't let go.

"Six dollars."

"Aren't you going to give me a pencil case? Do I have one?"

"It's all there!"

He also took out a white pencil case, which was very generous as a gift. The girl was not pretentious, and Liu Xiaoman paid the money very readily.

When the other girl saw it, she hurriedly paid for the silhouette, for fear of being snatched away. Some really didn't like it, and asked, "Do you have any other patterns?"

"That's all for today, but you can order in advance what you like, like your own name, zodiac, including portraits."

"Portrait?"

"Like this..."

Xu Fei took out a pencil and paper, completed a stick figure in two or three strokes, and stretched it out, "Does it look like you?"

"Wow!"

The girl on the opposite side opened her eyes wide. The messy hair of the portrait covered most of her face, and her fat body was curled up in a deep sleep.

Due to the backwardness of the tailoring process, the facial features are not depicted, just an outline, but the strange sense of precision does capture her features - round and cute.

joke!

Xu Fei is a serious art major. He has climbed up step by step from the bottom design, deeply understanding the different needs of the customer base. Girls in the 1980s, how have you seen the cute style of later generations?

"I want this!" The opponent was instantly defeated.

"Made-made ones are more expensive, eight yuan."

"Eight yuan...Eight yuan is fine too! Can you come over tomorrow?"

"It will take three or four days. It takes a lot of time to make it by hand. But as long as you are sure, I will definitely make it."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Chen Xiaoxu looked dumbfounded, a series of numbers turning around in his head.

All six bags were sold, and there was a custom-made one, which cost thirty-six yuan. The grandson's fare, board and lodging, raw material costs, processing costs, all costs have been returned.

Thirty-six a day, one thousand and eighty a month, she would never have thought about it before...

After communicating for a long time, the nurses left chattering. Xu Fei held a wad of money and stroked it again and again, and stuffed it into his pocket solemnly.

"It finally feels a little safe."

He patted his pocket, it was warm, it was a reassuring feeling, then he turned his head to look, only to find that his little friend was in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Chen Xiaoxu was obviously shocked, he frowned and said, "The money came too fast, I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of? We haven't violated the law, at most we're playing around the edge, and it's not good to make a lot of money?"

"How much money is good?" The girl asked stupidly.

"Then what do you think is good?" Xu Fei laughed.

"There are many, like reading, poetry, travel, love... I think they are all beautiful."

have to!

The little girl is young and doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

Xu Fei turned to her with a serious face, "Let me tell you, financial independence is the prerequisite for all good things. Money is the foundation of your life, and everything else comes later."

"I don't agree with this. To be a man, you must have ideals, and ideals are even greater."

"No, money is as great as ideals. Our ancestors taught us long ago that 'we know honor and disgrace when we have enough food and clothing', and Marx also taught us that 'the economic base determines the superstructure', but people nowadays don't admit it.

We must respect money and ideals. This is the most decent way of life. "

"..."

Chen Xiaoxu thought for a long time before reluctantly accepting this point of view, "Then, what is your ideal?"

"Am I..."

Xu Fei smiled, "Guess!"