Ye Qingfeng is an idle, teenage boy, and when he has the best energy, he also followed Ye Dahe up the mountain.

Ye Qingshu was reading and studying in the house, preparing for the children's exam two months later, and striving to show off his talents in the exam.

Ye Qingyu also has a bunch of work to do, such as embroidering purses and handkerchiefs, making clothes for Xu Jingnan, and clothes for her second aunt, but she didn't want to do these immediately.

What intrigued her more was the bag of rags.

She had to do the preliminary sorting and sorting of the bag of rags, which was a troublesome and trivial process, but it was fun to find Taobao.

Because from a pile of junk, it will be pleasantly surprised to find something good.

Ye Qingyu took out a small half of the rags from the bag and put them on the bed, spreading them all out, almost filling half of the bed at once.

Looking at the various strips of cloth of different shapes and sizes, Ye Qingyu smiled and squinted her eyes, this pile of worthless rags in the eyes of others is a treasure in her place.

In her previous life, she was an orphan, and she grew up in an orphanage, and her mother was very good to them, but after all, the orphanage lived on social donations, and the money was not abundant.

Therefore, the dean's mother will ask them to teach them to make some small crafts or puppets to sell, which is part of the source of income.

And what she learned most in the orphanage at that time was how to turn waste into treasure, such as making all kinds of things out of rags, such as pillowcases, wallets, puppets, and coasters.

As long as the puzzle is matched, these rags can be very beautiful and chic.

Ye Qingyu sorted these rag heads while thinking about what they were suitable for.

However, after sorting by herself for a while, she was a little physically exhausted, and even tired and dizzy, she lamented her broken body, and could only rest for a while, and then call her milk to help.

"Hey, Qingyu, what are you doing with these rags, even if you use them for patching, you won't need so much." Ye Liu looked at the rag head of the half of the bed and couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Grandma, come and sit down, I'll tell you, these pieces of cloth are processed and can be sold for money."

Ye Qingyu smiled and grabbed her milk's arm, pulled her to the edge of the bed and sat down, pointed to some of the categories she had already divided and said,

"Grandma, look at it, for example, these strips of cloth can be processed into head ropes and hair bands; And these square-shaped ones are relatively large, and they can be put together to make a puppet;

Another example is these flannel cloths, which have fluff on them, which are good and rare fabrics that can be used as embellishments; Then these blue coarse cloths can be used as patches......"

Ye Liu looked at the colorful rags on the bed and was a little dazzled, and after listening to his granddaughter's introduction, he felt like he had opened the door to a new world.

"Qingyu, can what you said really be done?" Ye Liu asked with some hesitation, it sounds good, but it shouldn't be so easy to do.

"Absolutely!" Ye Qingyu nodded with a smile, "Grandma, you classify it now, help me continue to sort the fabrics, I'll take this beautiful silk cloth first and process a hairband for you." ”

Ye Liu glanced at the smiling bright granddaughter, and felt that the granddaughter was half disfigured, but it was ridiculous, she was still so good-looking!

"Okay, okay, I'll sort it."

Ye Liu is also very familiar with the types of these fabrics, after all, the Ye family used to be wealthy, and she also wore brocade, silk, silk and other high-end fabrics, even if she did not specialize in learning like Ye Qingyu, she did not lack this eyesight.