The so-called exterior parts are actually manual work taken from some small garment factories and private workshops, including sewing buttons, buttonholes, Allah locks and other processes that could not be completed by machines at that time.

The front placket, the back placket, the collar and the two sleeves, it takes about an hour to sew them all together, and my mother is walking the flying needle with her head down at the moment, if it weren't for the change just now, she would not easily leave the chair, so she often has to work for 5-6 hours before going to bed, and every day.

With a violent twitch in his heart, Qian Hong felt that he was going to be out of breath, so he simply went to turn off the TV, and then came to her side under the surprised gaze of his mother.

Flatten a freshly sewn sweater, then fold the two sleeves together, fold the top third of the sweater down, and finally stretch the hem of the sweater up so that a finished sweater is folded and can be placed on the sweater hill on the side.

"Okay, I haven't forgotten what I taught you before!" the mother praised Qian Hong with relief.

"Mom, how much money can you make by sewing a piece?" Then Qian Hong took apart the sweater parts, and then divided them one by one, and then asked about it.

"Wumao, what's wrong?"

"Can you make three dollars that night?"

"Almost, why are you asking this?"

"I'm so tired, I don't want you to do it. ”

"Yo he! It's not a small breath, don't you raise me? If you don't do it, where do you get what you eat, drink, and wear? Okay, go and watch your TV, don't make trouble here. ”

"Then I'll sew it for you!"

"What's wrong with you kid today? Can you sew? Can you sit with your long spiky ass? Besides, boy, I'd rather you go out crazy and go out shopping than see you sew in the house." ”

"But you stay up like this every day, your eyes are spent, your back is hunched, and slowly even your heart will have problems. Qian Hong couldn't help it, and directly shouted out the results of his years of hard work.

The mother was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes gradually became gentle, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, pulled Qian Hong and kissed Qian Hong on the cheek, and finally said in a relieved tone: "Mom is fine, my son knows that he feels sorry for me, which makes me happier than anything else." ”

After understanding that this family needs money to maintain, and his mother will never stop doing external parts, Qian Hong was silent again, he tried to learn from his mother, threaded the needle with his clumsy little hands, and then tried to sew the front and back plackets together, but some things are not transferred by human will, his thread is twisted and crooked, and the distance between the eye of the needle and the eye of the needle cannot be consistent, so he was quickly stopped by his mother.

Yes, if you really want to do such a job, you will definitely not be able to get the salary, and it will not be good for people to make your mother lose money, so the angry Qian Hong will do what he can, while continuing to think about making money in his head, and he can't completely count on his aunt's side, even if she really brings a few movie tickets, it is still too far from Qian Hong's goal.

Time passed minute by minute, Qian Hong's mind was very heavy, but his body was not strong enough, it was not even eleven o'clock, but his eyes could not be opened, his mother had just laid out the mattress on the kang, and Qian Hong fell asleep with a sweater to be folded.

Early the next morning, as soon as Qian Hong opened his eyes, he immediately saw his mother staring at him nervously, so he naturally asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"You kid, did you know that you scared your mother to death last night? You have been talking in your dreams, what you are earning, being reborn, and car accidents, I haven't understood it for half a night. "Mom's eyes are red, it seems that she really guarded herself for half a night, but this matter is not something that Qian Hong can control!

"I—I must be watching TV, Mom, don't worry, I—I'm going out to play first. ”

"What to play, first get dressed and eat. ”

Seeing that Qian Hong was really fine, his mother quickly put away her concern, put on her usual serious face, and went to the kitchen to get busy when she got off the kang first, Qian Hong lay on the window between the middle room and the kitchen and saw that the mother put a chicken that had been plucked on the board, and then raised the big kitchen knife.

"Mom, did you buy chicken?" Qian Hong still remembered the taste of his mother's stewed chicken, which was called a delicious one, so he asked beautifully.

"Well, your dad should be back today, and besides, don't you want your little ancestor to eat too? Just say that you won't let me do the external parts, will this chicken come by itself if you don't do it?"

“...... I'm going to brush my teeth!" Qian Hong, who was helpless, could only get dressed and washed, and then saw his mother cut off all the fat in the chicken buttocks, put it in an iron pot and stir-fry until fragrant, and then poured water noodles, and in just ten minutes, a bowl of fragrant chicken noodle soup was placed in front of Qian Hong.

Holding this long-lost delicacy, Qian Hong was snoring, and soon a big bowl of noodles bottomed out, and in the end, he didn't even have a drop of soup left, and when he put down the bowl and was about to thank his mother, there was a sudden summoning voice in the courtyard: "Xiaoli? Daewoo?"

"Here, Grandpa. As soon as he heard the old voice, Qian Hong immediately responded, this is the eldest grandfather who lives next door, the old couple usually take care of their own family, and now they can't do anything in return, but the mouth is sweeter, and the attitude is more respectful, which is the most basic and deserving.

"Daewoo, isn't your mother at home? This is the mashed potatoes your grandma just made, give you a bowl to taste." As he spoke, he placed a bowl of golden mashed potatoes on the courtyard wall between the two houses.

"Thank you, grandpa, my mom was busy in the back room, she didn't hear it, hehehe. Qian Hong laughed as he stepped on the broken table resting under the courtyard wall, not only reaching the bowl of mashed potatoes, but also poking his head over the wall to see his grandfather in blue overalls, who was fiddling with his precious rabbits.

Although the pork is only more than a piece at this time, and the old hen is only three yuan, but people make less money, and the thrifty old man is still reluctant to sell meat, so the grandfather raised more than ten rabbits, occasionally can cut rabbit hair, sell rabbit cubs, the New Year's holiday is still a dish at home, and the last remaining rabbit skin can also generate income.