Zhao Jingmei looked at Liu Ye with bright eyes, waiting for her answer.
"I followed Secretary He to the warehouse in the factory today, and accidentally discovered that there were a lot of rags piled up in the warehouse at the end."
"There are piles of rags in the warehouses of textile factories. This is a normal thing."
Before Liu Ye could finish speaking, Zhao Jingmei interrupted her.
"These scraps of cloth are the leftovers from the cloth that is spun every day. Because they are too fine and useless, they are usually piled in the warehouse in the factory. When the pile can no longer be piled, they will be hauled to the garbage by truck.
Dispose of it on site.”
Zhao Jingmei is a female textile worker in the No. 3 Textile Factory, and she knows the situation inside the textile factory very well.
There are always a lot of rags left in the textile factory, and the employees in the factory will take the larger rags home and sew them, which is very convenient.
Zhao Jingmei brought the rags Liuye used to make hair ties and hairpins from the factory.
As for those fine pieces or long strips of cloth, they are really of no use and can only be disposed of as garbage.
"What, it was disposed of directly as garbage!"
Willow Ye was very surprised.
"It's useless. What else can we do if we don't do garbage disposal?"
Zhao Jingmei shrugged and said it was natural.
"Who says it's useless? These strips of cloth are very useful."
As soon as Willow Ye saw these scraps of cloth in the warehouse, she thought of a wonderful use.
"What can it be used for? Can it be used as a hair tie?"
Apart from making hair ties, Zhao Jingmei really couldn't think of any use for these basically tattered strips of cloth.
"It's definitely not good for making a hair tie. It's too worn out, but it's very good for making a mop."
Willow Ye finally expressed her thoughts.
"mop?"
Zhao Jingmei looked at Liu Ye in confusion.
"Yes! You said that these rags are all treated as garbage in the factory. We might as well take them all and find a way to get a batch of wooden sticks to tie them into mops and sell them."
There is a saying that goes well - there is no garbage in the world, only misplaced treasures.
"Can this...be done?"
Zhao Jingmei asked hesitantly.
"Of course it can be done! It's not difficult to tie a mop, and it's quick to make. Even though mops are sold cheaply, every household uses them! There is a huge market for them."
Although the price of mops is not as high as hair ties, the labor cost of mops is very low. As long as you learn how to do it, almost everyone can tie a mop.
Secondly, mops are daily necessities and consumables that every household needs. The market is much bigger than selling hair accessories.
"Okay! Then I'll sell mops!"
Zhao Jingmei was not one to hesitate, so she immediately agreed.
"How about we go find Secretary He, pull out some of the cloth strips from the warehouse, and start making mops now?"
Zhao Jingmei is impatient. Now that she has decided to sell mops, she must take action immediately.
"Let's go find Secretary He!"
Liu Ye was also a person who did what he said. The two hit it off immediately and immediately ran to the office building to find Secretary He.
Secretary He heard about the two's intention and curiously asked them what they wanted the cloth for.
This is a "trade secret" between the two sisters. How could they tell Secretary He?
I just told him that it was useful, but didn’t mention a word about its specific use.
Although Secretary He was curious, he did not continue to ask.
It has to be disposed of as garbage anyway, so just give it to Willow Ye if she needs it!
Soon, Zhao Jingmei and Liu Ye each came back with a large bag of rags.
"I brought back the rag strips. Where can we find the wooden sticks?"
Liu Ye looked at the rags in the room and considered where to find another material.
"Don't worry about this! Come with me, I can do it."
After saying that, Zhao Jingmei led Liu Ye downstairs and found Qian Meifeng.
"Hey! Meizi, Zizi, why are you here?"
When the two found Qian Meifeng, she was gluing matchboxes.
This is also a job she usually does. She can earn a penny by gluing a matchbox.
These days, Liu Ye is busy renovating Langri with Tang Ting, and has not continued making knitted bags.
Therefore, Qian Meifeng found another job.
"Are you going to make knitted bags again?"
Qian Meifeng looked at Liu Ye expectantly.
She made a lot of money making knitted bags for Liuye a few days ago.
"Aunt Qian, I don't need to knit bags now. I will come to you again when I need it."
Liu Ye has not given up on making woven bags. On the contrary, she and Tang Ting also plan to make woven bags the characteristics of Langri.
However, she needs to redesign it into a stylish woven bag instead of an ordinary style.
Liu Ye is so busy these days that she can barely touch the ground. How can she find time to draw drawings?
In a few days, she would ask Qian Meifeng to weave a new batch of woven bags according to her requirements.
"Then if you need it, you must come to me! I will do it quickly and well!"
Qian Meifeng was afraid that Liuye would give this good job to someone else.
"Aunt Qian, don't worry, I will come to you in a few days."
"Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you!"
Qian Meifeng replied with a smile.
"Aunt Qian, we came to see you today for other matters."
Zhao Jingmei stepped forward and took Qian Meifeng's arm affectionately.
"What's going on?"
"Aunt Qian, I remember that you often come back with sticks! I wonder if there are any more?"
In Qian Meifeng's family, only her husband has a serious job.
It is definitely not possible for a family to rely on the husband for everything they eat, drink and chew.
Qian Meifeng, who was diligent and thrifty, not only took on various manual jobs to support her family, but also often went to the furniture factory in the suburbs to bring back lumber.
As for what to do with it, of course it is to pull it back and burn it.
You know, burning briquettes is also a big expense!
Qian Meifeng, who could save money, brought an iron pot that could burn firewood from her hometown.
Anyway, she lives on the first floor and can burn firewood outside, so it won't have any impact.
Once a week, Qian Meifeng rides a tricycle to a lumber factory in the suburbs to pick up unwanted wood.
Zhao Jingmei met him several times.
She saw a lot of round wooden sticks as thick as an arm placed on the tricycle, which were perfect for making mops.
"Does your home also need firewood?"
Qian Meifeng didn't understand, what did Zhao Jingmei want the stick for?
"Of course not! Of course we have other uses. Aunt Qian, we don't want your sticks in vain. I'll give you five cents for each stick."
Zhao Jingmei opened five fingers towards Qian Meifeng.
"I have all the sticks piled up at the back of the room. How many do you want?"
Five cents a piece, nothing is earned if you don’t earn it.
Anyway, it was brought back for free.
Although I don’t earn much, the mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are!
"Aunt Qian, we need as much as you have."
Zhao Jingmei leaned against Qian Meifeng affectionately and said with a smile.