8. Chapter 8
"Aunt Wang, then you are ......" Wen Qing asked puzzled.
"IāI went to the wrong place, I went to the wrong door." Aunt Wang was cheeky and smiled: "I didn't expect to meet Wen Qing here." ā
Wen Qing didn't speak, and looked Aunt Wang up and down.
Aunt Wang's heart suddenly became weak, and she suddenly slapped her thigh with her big hand: "Ouch, why did I forget, the needle seller is in the east." Oh, I have to hurry up and buy it, or I'll delay the delivery of the public rations. Aunt Wang looked at Wen Wenqing: "Wen Qing, you're busy, you're busy, I'll go first." ā
Without waiting for Wen Qing to open her mouth, Aunt Wang disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Wen Qing was thoughtful.
Aunt Xiao looked out and asked, "Wen Qing, who is this?" It's not like going to the wrong door. ā
Wen Qing came back to her senses and smiled: "The neighbor in the village, Aunt Wang, is usually a little confused. ā
Wen Qing said a word.
Aunt Xiao didn't ask much.
Then the two greeted the tall woman and the short woman, the embroidered shoes that had been sold were made by Wen Qing, only a pair of thirty-eight sizes, and the short women wanted thirty-seven sizes, and Wen Qing needed to do it again.
There are ready-made soles at home, ready-made flowers, that is, the flowers on the uppers are not peonies. Instead of minding, the short woman insisted on stuffing six yuan into Wen Qing's hand.
Wen Qing had no choice but to accept it, and Aunt Xiao opened a note, and took the shoes two days later.
The tall woman and the short woman smiled and walked out of Aunt Xiao's tailor shop.
As soon as the two left, Wen Qing took out six cents from his pocket and gave it to Aunt Xiao.
Aunt Xiao asked, "What are you doing here?" ā
Wen Qing said: "Aunt Xiao, our agreement is to sell a pair of shoes and give you a commission of three cents." ā
Aunt Xiao immediately laughed, she just looked at the pair of embroidered shoes, not enough style, needlework, or fabric, they are all excellent and time-consuming and laborious, and Wen Qing made it at a loss, and now it seems that selling for six yuan is not much at all.
"You kid, you're really sincere." Aunt Xiao took the six cents, her heart was happy, she didn't make a single effort, she earned six cents, who is not happy, and Wen Qing sells shoes, it does not prevent her from selling clothes and fabrics at all, isn't it even happier.
"It's still Aunt Xiao who is willing to help." Wen Qing smiled.
"Talking." Aunt Xiao smiled and put six cents in her pocket.
Then Wen Qing started the day's work.
Drawing dots, drawing lines, cutting, cutting, stitching, contrasting, etc., except for lunch, the sewing machine is constantly whining.
She and Aunt Xiao are both people with quick hands and feet, and there are fewer and fewer names in the small book and line before, of course, there is an endless stream of people who come to make clothes today, and most of them are received by Aunt Xiao.
At half past two in the afternoon, it was time for Wen Qing to get off work again.
"Aunt Xiao, you can sell me six feet of this dark blue cotton cloth." Wen Qing said.
"Okay, what are you buying this dark blue cotton cloth for?"
"Make big pants for my two younger brothers." Think about Wen Liang and Wen Peng, they only have one pair of pants, and they are patched, they are worn during the day, washed at night, and continue to wear them the next morning, and when it rains, they wear wet ones.
"You really love my brother, okay, I'll give you seven feet five, you just give me six feet of money." Aunt Xiao said with a smile.
"That's not going to work, I'll give you at least seven feet of money." Wen Qing insisted.
Aunt Xiao likes Wen Qing even more.
Wen Qing carried the cloth bag out of Aunt Xiao's tailor shop, and did not go directly to the big dirt road, but to the big market.
I bought two pairs of white leather-soled shoes for eight cents and kept them for home use.
I bought a large white paper for five cents, four feet long and four feet wide, cut it at home, ordered it into a large book, kept it for drawing clothes and shoes, and bought cloth to make it and sell it.
He also spent three cents and a half cents on all kinds of needles, threads, small boxes, and four or five thimbles.
Carrying the bulging cloth bag, she was excited, extremely excited.
If you exchange ten yuan for a group of broken flowers in your previous life, it is your own credit in your previous life.
Then, this time Nadi embroidered shoes were sold for twelve yuan, which she earned with her own hands since she was reborn.
Twelve dollars,
Twelve bucks.
She had earned twelve dollars, and she laughed secretly, and now she was walking on the dirt road, and if it weren't for the passers-by who came and went to pay the grain, she would have laughed out loud.
Along the way, she was in a good mood.
When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw many neighbors laying mats under the shade of the trees, lying on them to enjoy the shade and gossip, but I didn't see Aunt Wang.
Wen Qing turned her head to look at Aunt Wang's door, where Aunt Wang was sifting wheat with her man.
Her man scolded: "Who told you to put sand in the wheat, are you a fool to be the person at the grain station?" ā
Aunt Wang muttered: "Didn't I want to pay two catties less public food?" Who thought they checked it out! ā
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Aunt Wang mixed sand in the grain, which was checked out by the staff of the grain station and asked to be pulled back and cleaned up.
Wen Qing didn't express his opinion, and said hello to the neighbors in the shade of the tree.
"Eh, Wen Qing, Wen Qing, don't go, don't go." The neighbor shouted to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing stopped and asked, "Aunt Xu, what's wrong?" ā
"I heard that you made twelve dollars in just a short while!" Aunt Xu whispered.
Although it was a whisper, other neighbors had already gathered around.
"yes, what are you doing now? How do you make so much money? ā
"I heard they sell shoes, right?"
"What shoes are so expensive?"
"Did you do it yourself? My daughter is two years younger than you, and her handiwork is no worse than yours. ā
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The neighbors were gossiping, as if they were not the ones who had buried Wen Qing to death.
Wen Qing didn't have any expression on her face, and turned her head to look at Aunt Wang.
Aunt Wang was looking over here with her head tilted, and when she saw Wen Qing looking at herself, she hurriedly shrank her head.
Wen Qing turned his head and said with a smile, "I didn't make twelve yuan." "Excluding the cost and the commission for Aunt Xiao, there is indeed no twelve yuan.
The neighbors were unimpressed.
Aunt Xu smiled and said, "Wen Qing, how can you still admit it, you made money, and we don't want you." ā
"That's right."
"Just ask you."
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Wen Qing was neither angry nor annoyed, and said calmly: "I didn't make twelve yuan, you can go to Aunt Xiao's tailor shop and ask Aunt Xiao, I am working for her now." ā
"Part-time job?"
"The twelve yuan you earned belonged to Aunt Xiao's tailor shop?"
"I see."
"I'll just say it." Compared with Wen Qing, who earns twelve yuan for a short time, they really believe that Wen Qing is just going to work.
"How much do you get a month?" Aunt Xu asked again.
"Ten bucks." Wen Qing replied honestly.
"Do you want to eat and live?"
"No matter." Wen Qing said.
Ten bucks......
Aunt Xu pouted, and the other neighbors followed suit.
"Wen Qing." At this moment, Yao Shiling in the village shouted: "Why haven't you come back?" ā
"Eh, I'll go back now." Wen Qing responded, said a word to the neighbors, and walked towards Yao Shiling.
Aunt Xu still pouted: "It's only ten yuan a month, and sixty yuan for half a year." ā
"Why don't you cut the grass and feed the cows and the sheep?"
"That's right, the people in the city have a salary of thirty yuan a month."
"It's only ten yuan, no matter if you eat or live, you have to eat your own house every day, I heard that part-time workers have to look at the boss's face, and if you are unhappy, you will be beaten and scolded, and your wages will be deducted."
"But isn't it, if you break something, you have to pay for it, and you can't get ten yuan."
"I'll just say, how can Wen Qing have the ability to earn twelve yuan in a while."
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Wen Qing had already followed Yao Shiling into the courtyard at this time.
Yao Shiling turned her head and asked, "Aunt Wang came back and passed you on to earn twelve yuan in a while, hurry up and make it clear, so as not to make people jealous and stir up trouble." ā
"What do you say?" Wen Qing asked.
"Say you didn't make that much."
Wen Qing smiled, took out eleven five cents and six cents from his pocket, handed Yao Shiling ten yuan, and said, "I have earned so much." ā
Yao Shiling was shocked: "Where did you come from?" ā
"Earned it."
"How did you earn it?" Yao Shiling didn't believe it at all: "Wen Qing, you didn't do anything bad, did you?" ā
Wen Qing smiled helplessly, she had too much black history, and even making money made her mother question: "No, Mom, I really sell shoes." If you don't believe it, you can ask Aunt Xiao tomorrow. ā
Yao Shiling was suspicious, glanced outside the courtyard again, pulled Wen Qing into the hall, closed the door, and took Wen Qing's hand: "Wen Qing, tell your mother the truth, where did the ten yuan come from?" If you don't come in the right way, let's go back, but don't learn from before your second uncle was in prison, that's not good. ā
Wen Qing was laughed at by Yao Shiling, and had no choice but to take out the note from the cloth bag and show it to Yao Shiling.
Yao Shiling is literate, looked at the notes, and asked in disbelief: "A pair of shoes sells for six yuan?" ā
Wen Qing nodded: "Well, this pair is booked by a guest, and the money has been given, so the note was opened." The pair of embroidered shoes I sold this afternoon were the soles I had received before, embroidered flowers, two days ago, I made cloth shoes and went to sell them at Aunt Xiao's, I said six yuan, and the customer bought them without counteroffering. ā
"That guest is really rich." Yao Shiling couldn't help but be overjoyed, and at the same time worried: "What should Aunt Wang do when she sees it?" When they are red-eyed, they like to stir up trouble. ā
"Mom, don't worry, if you really want to stir up trouble, are we still afraid of them? Liangliang and Peng Peng are both older, besides, I also told them that I am working for people and I don't make that much money. ā
"That's good, then from tomorrow, you go up the road from the east of the village, don't let them watch it."
Wen Qing smiled and agreed: "Okay, Mom, you can take the ten yuan." Keeping it to buy some vegetables and meat for the family, Liangliang and Peng Peng are growing up. ā
"Take it yourself." Yao Shiling excused herself: "You are not too young, keep it and save it as a dowry in the future." ā
Trousseau?
The two words hit the taboo of the mother and daughter, and Yao Shiling took two dark yellow pieces of paper.
Wen Qing was silent for a while and said, "Mom, I saw Ji Yanjun and his sister Ji Ningzhi today, as well as his classmate Zhang Fangfang. ā
Yao Shiling raised her eyes to look at her.
Wen Qing said again: "I told Ji Ningzhi to let her pass the word to her brother, the marriage is null and void, I don't think their family will come to propose." When I get out of the few clothes and shoes in my hand, I will go and explain it to the Ji family. ā
The marriage is annulled.
Yao Shiling looked at Wen Qing in astonishment, is this still Wen Qing? How did she figure it out? Is she still chasing Ji Yanjun's Wen Qing every day?
"Mom! Eldest sister! I'm out of school! Wen Peng's voice came from outside the door.
"Mom, Peng Peng is out of school, shall I go to see him pick up the chalk head for me?" Wen Qing opened the door and walked out.
Yao Shiling couldn't react a little.
"Eldest sister, you're really at home." Wen Peng was black and thin, sweating profusely, seeing Wen Qing, he smiled, since Wen Qing made two meals of Chinese cabbage roast pork and gave him a pencil, he was completely "bribed" by Wen Qing.
"Why did you get out of school so early today?" Wen Qing asked.
"The Chinese teacher said that his family wants to grow beans, so he will leave school early today."
Wen Qing was silently embarrassed.
Wen Peng took out a small handful of chalk heads from his worn trouser pocket, red, green, white, and yellow, all of which were a little lost: "Sister, I also picked up the chalk heads from other classes." ā
Wen Qing's heart was filled all at once, and when he said "the marriage is annulled" just now, the sense of loss in his heart disappeared.
She took the head of the chalk and touched Wen Peng's brain: "Thank you, Pengpeng." ā