Ling Xiaowei went into the workshop to help. The workshop was producing spring clothes, which would be shipped after the New Year, and everyone also wanted to make more money before the New Year.
The workshop was very quiet, everyone was busy sewing clothes, and the only sound of the sewing machine could be heard in the whole workshop.
Ling Xiaowei entered a small room next to the workshop. This was a warehouse where fabrics and some clothes were stored. These clothes were all defective and piled messily in the corner.
She silently began to pack these clothes, including winter clothes and autumn clothes. Although they were defective, they were not bad. Some were smeared with dust, and some were from the wrong line.
It was all a small problem. She was going to pack up these clothes and hold a sale in the village.
Not only are there a lot of clothes, there are also a lot of accessories, hairpins, hairpins, hats, and scarves. It’s hard to tell if you don’t put them away. It’s really shocking when you put them away. But there are relatively few hats and scarves. These are all produced as accessories for clothes.
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But once packed up, there is a lot of volume.
"Xiaowei, what are you doing in the warehouse?" Ling Guoqiang stood at the door and asked curiously.
"Pack it up and sell it!" Ling Xiaowei said while sorting it out.
"Oh!" This was a good idea. He still had a headache about how to deal with these things.
Xiaowei was still a smart girl, so Ling Guoqiang waved to Zhang Cuifen and said, "Go and help Xiaowei and tidy up the warehouse together."
Zhang Cuifen was naturally happy and came over to help.
The two of them worked until dark, and finally packed up everything in the warehouse and tidied it up.
During dinner, Ling Xiaowei suggested holding a special sale to sell the defective products in the warehouse and set up a stall at the entrance of the factory.
Zhang Cuifen was the quickest and most timely to agree. She agreed with both hands. She was the happiest when she made money. She also asked: "Xiaowei, how much do you plan to sell these clothes for?"
"Since it's a special sale, it must be very cheap. The winter models are all ten yuan, the autumn models are five yuan, and other small items are two yuan for one dollar. Anyway, you won't lose money if you sell them. Of course, you won't make any money. Just treat it as giving back to everyone.
"Ling Xiaowei suggested, looking at everyone with sharp eyes, especially at her father, "Dad, do you think the price I have set is suitable?"
Ling Guoqiang nodded, "It's appropriate. I can earn one or two cents per item on average."
"Haha..." Zhang Cuifen laughed happily after hearing this, "This can still make money!".
"Then I have to buy two pieces quickly. There are only 21 of these clothes before leaving the factory! It would be a loss if you don't buy them." Yao Hong said with a smile.
The news of the special sale spread around the factory the next day. Everyone was very excited and looking forward to it. They wanted to go home immediately and tell the people in the village.
Some people asked Zhang Cuifen how many clothes were on sale, fearing that they would not be able to grab them by then.
Thanks to the vigorous publicity by the female workers in the factory, everyone in the village knew that Ling's Garment Factory was going to hold a special sale.
Everyone is very curious and looking forward to it. They all know that this factory makes clothes, but they have never seen what kind of clothes are produced in it. They just know that these clothes are sold in big cities.
At this moment, many people in the village gathered together to discuss the sale.
"Tomorrow morning, let's go there early. Wang Juan said those clothes are very good. She works in them. They are so expensive before leaving the factory!"
"Then you must buy it. I heard it's very cheap, ten yuan a piece."
"Ten yuan, that's really cheap. I went to town a few days ago to buy New Year clothes. A coat costs thirty yuan, which is so expensive!"
Under the wall, several women were chatting, and their talk was very exciting.
At this time, a woman with a big belly passed by. She heard about the sale and curiously asked with a smile: "What sale? Clothes cost ten yuan a piece! Can I wear it?"
Several women chatting looked at the pregnant woman in front of them with probing and curious eyes.
"Is this woman Zhang Hu's mistress?"
"It's just, it's just that my belly is so big, it's really shameless."
"Looking at her like that, she's not a good person."
"Poor Yao Hong and her child, they are so pitiful."
"What are you muttering about? Who said I am Zhang Hu's concubine? I am his wife, married by an open matchmaker, and you are lying." The pregnant woman immediately changed her face, pointing at the women sitting under the wall choosing vegetables and shouting
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"If you sit by the wall of my house and you dare to say bad things about me, I won't be afraid of thunder falling from the sky and killing you." The woman continued to yell and cursed, and then she relieved her anger by scolding the women away.
Mrs. Zhang Hu stood at her door, looking at the new woman her son had brought back, with eyes full of contempt and disgust.
But when the woman turned around and looked at her, Mrs. Zhang Hu immediately changed her face, smiled all over her face, and said to please: "Meilan, you're pregnant, you'd better go back to the house and rest! Don't be tired.
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"Hmph...Old man, are you afraid of tiring your eldest grandson?" Qian Meilan said in a sour voice. She rolled her eyes at Mrs. Zhang Hu, turned around and went back to the house. After a while, she shouted: "I'm hungry."
Hey, when will lunch be ready?"
After a while, there was a quarrel in the room, "It's so shameless. What a man. You daydream at home every day, waiting for a rich man to come to marry you!"
"I want you to take care of it, but you are shameless, dirty woman!"
"Am I dirty? I'm your sister-in-law. No man wants you if you take off your clothes. Get out! Don't let me see you, you are lazy and ugly!" Qian Meilan said fiercely in the room.
Outside the house, Mrs. Zhang Hu was so angry that this shameless bitch actually said that to her precious daughter, she...she picked up the shovel and rushed into the house.
When he arrived at the door, he bumped into his daughter, and the shovel in his hand fell to the ground.
"Ouch, they're going to kill people!" Qian Meilan exclaimed exaggeratedly when she saw the shovel on the ground, and then shouted, "It's terrible, they're going to kill people, you have the ability to do it.
Hit me in the stomach, come on, beat your eldest grandson to death."
Qian Meilan pointed at her belly and rushed towards Zhang Hu's wife. Zhang Hu's wife hurriedly pulled her daughter out. The two of them glared at Qian Meilan who was chewing melon seeds.
Qian Meilan rolled her eyes at the two of them, turned around, twisted her hips, and sat back on the wicker chair in the main room.
There is also a charcoal stove placed next to the wicker chair. She looks very much like the landlady of an old rich man's family, arrogant and domineering.
Several gossipy old ladies squatting in the corner of Zhang Hu's house laughed to death when they saw this scene.
"You deserve it!" an old woman shouted happily to Mrs. Zhang Hu.
That is, I didn’t cherish such a good daughter-in-law before, but now a powerful daughter-in-law comes along. It’s really retribution!
In the clothing factory, during the lunch break, Yao Hong was practicing abacus with her abacus in her hands. The abacus was being dialed with a crackling sound, like a sweet symphony. The child was lying in the cradle next to her, listening to the sound of the abacus, sleeping soundly.
