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Everyone has a common problem.

If you have done something yourself or encountered something, as long as you can scratch your heart, you will do everything possible to scratch others. There are no exceptions, no one can hold back.

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

"Xiaoman is back, did you eat at noon?" A colleague greeted.

"Did not eat, went shopping in the street."

She passed by the other side.

"Have a small meeting at three in the afternoon, don't forget!" Another colleague informed.

"Oh, I see."

She brushed over the second person.

"Going to the department store again? You've been there three or five times this week. It's amazing."

"You envy you and go too!"

"Yo, people eat meat, and sesame oil is used as water. I can't compare it, right, Xiaoman?"

She stepped on a few joking young girls, and her face was not pretty. When she walked to the inside and was thinking about going back and making another lap, she suddenly heard someone ask, "Hey Xiaoman, your bag is pretty, is it new?"

brush!

The girl changed her painting style in a second and smiled like a rose flower. "Yeah, I just bought it. What do you think?"

She held the bag in the other person's hand, and they looked at it and praised, "The style is good, simple and generous, but also practical. This is the work cloth, that is strong enough ..."

As soon as the two discussed, they immediately attracted everyone to watch. The nurses are about twenty years old, accept new things, and have a relatively broad horizon.

"Is this a buckle? I used to make cheongsam jackets, but I didn't expect to sew on the bag."

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

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

"Going to the side, is this a design? Understand this pattern, six dollars is worth it."

"Yeah, right, I haven't 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 moment, someone asked: "Did you buy it in a department store? Why didn't I see it yesterday?"

"Not a department store ..."

She booed and whispered: "This is a stall, just diagonally, don't go out and talk, the leader knows what to do."

"Stall!"

The girls' eyes lit up, and street vendors are already common in Beijing and the South, but in the city where the factory is home, the deep-rooted concept of iron rice bowls is still quite new.

They nodded one after another, "Understand, we will never say."

"Well, absolutely not."

That's strange!

...

Since the start of the business, the business has quickly faced the risk of closure. Except for the passers-by who had eaten melons, no one was sold.

Boss Chen was worried, boss Boss was there, and even squatted on the ground to look at the Dream of Red Mansions.

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

"Otherwise, can I force others to buy?"

"Then think of ways, or should we change places?"

"No, just this one is fine."

Xu Fei looked at anxious Chen Xiaoxu and smiled: "Don't worry, we'll wait and wait for more people to get off work."

"It doesn't necessarily buy your bags if you have more, what do you think I can't sell?"

"That's also earned, I only cost a few cents."

whispering sound!

Chen Xiaoxu couldn't help but walk away with arrogance and had to wait with him.

After a while, the bells ring again, and the twilight and dusk. Angang is much more spectacular than a textile factory, officially temporary, collective in the factory, shifting off duty, family members who pick up children and buy vegetables, etc.

For a hundred thousand people, even if one tenth of it comes out, it is enough to describe it with a lot of people.

Xu Fei closed the book, twisted his waist, and prepared for war. Chen Xiaoxu began to be nervous again, staring at the surging crowd, and the stream was endless, seeming to never stop.

She blinked sharply and saw a small strand coming out of the hospital, leaving the big army, and crossing the road to the stall. All are young and beautiful, and they are cleanly dressed.

"Yo, there really is one."

"Come and see, did Xiaoman buy this one?"

The girls squeezed in front of the booth and looked at it. There were five bags left. The girl in the white dress had already been sold, and the remaining patterns were different.

Some of them are a few strokes of flowers and plants, some are simple bears, some are silhouettes of two human heads ... the overall style is fresh and cute.

"How much is it?"

A girl glanced at her and hugged the bear bag without letting go.

"Six."

"Don't you give me a pencil case? Do I have it?"

"Everything!"

He took out a white pencil bag and gave it generously as a gift. The girl was not hypocritical, and Liu Xiaoman made a proof, and paid the bill very readily.

The other girl took a look at it and was busy paying for the silhouette, for fear of being robbed. Others did not like it and asked, "Do you have any other patterns?"

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

"Portrait?"

"Like this ..."

Xu Fei took out the pencil and paper, and completed a stick figure in two or three strokes, showing it out, "Is it like you?"

"Wow!"

The **** the opposite side opened her eyes wide, the portrait of the shaggy hair, covering most of her face, curling up her fat body is sleeping.

Limited to the backwardness of the tailoring process, there is no depiction of the five senses, just an outline, but the strange sense of precision does capture her characteristics-round and cute.

joke!

Xu Feike is a serious art major, climbing up from the bottom design step by step, deeply darkening the different needs of the customer base. In the 1980s, how can you see the cute style of later generations?

"I want this!" The other side defeated instantly.

"It's more expensive to order, eight dollars."

"Eight yuan ... eight yuan will do! Can you come tomorrow?"

"It will take three or four days. It's time-consuming to make by hand. But as long as you are sure, I will make it."

"OK, I'll wait for you."

Chen Xiaoxu looked stupid beside him, a string of numbers twirled around his head.

All six bags were sold, and one was custom-made. The grandson's fares, board and lodging, raw materials, and processing fees all came back.

Thirty-six a day, a month is one thousand and eighty, she did n’t dare to think before release ...

After a long time of communication, the nurses chattered away. Xu Fei grabbed a stack of money and slammed it into his pocket.

"It's finally a bit safe."

He patted his pocket. It was warm and warm, and he turned his head around, only to find that his friend was in a daze.

"what happened?"

"..."

Chen Xiaoxu was obviously shocked, and raised his eyebrows, saying: "The money came too fast, I was a little scared."

"What are you afraid of? We didn't break the law. At most, we played a sideline. Isn't it good to make more money?"

"How good is making money?" The girl asked silly.

"So what do you think is good?" Xu Feile.

"A lot, like reading, poetry, travel, love ... I think it's very beautiful."

Go!

The little girl is young and ignorant of human suffering.

Xu Fei faced her with a serious face, "I tell you, economic independence is the prerequisite for all good, money is the root of your safety, everything else must be backed."

"I don't agree with this. You have to have ideals, and ideals are greater."

"No, money is as great as an ideal. The ancestors have taught us" to eat and drink to know honor and shame ", and Marx also taught us that" the economic foundation determines superstructure ", but now people do not admit it.

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

"..."

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

"Am I ..."

Xu Fei smiled, "Guess!"