When she got home from school in the afternoon, Zhang Chunmei handed over the seven yuan to her mother, and told her what Huang Han said, Zhang's mother smiled and said:

"That's it! I can't imagine that the cloth head of the 'labor cloth' can be used in this way!

I will try to buy as much cloth as I can for her family, and I should be able to save a lot in the warehouse in a few days, and you will inform the child when the time comes. ”

"Great, Huang Han has always been concerned about whether he can buy more cloth, he must be very happy if he knows. ”

"Alas, I'm afraid that in a few days, there will be more people who know that the 'labor cloth' cloth can be of great use, and there will be more people who go to the factory to find connections to buy cloth heads.

I don't know how much I can buy for that kid in the future?

You have to tell the boy that you can't expect to make a 'backpack' out of a 'labor cloth' cloth and let his family plan ahead of time. ”

After all, Zhang's mother is from the past, and she knows that Huang Han's mother has always made a living by sewing and mending for others.

He had already seen that Huang Han's family was preparing to make "backpacks" and sell them for money, but at this time, he felt pressure in his heart.

Zhang's mother was worried that her daughter's words would not be up to her meaning, and admonished: "Chunmei, Huang Han's family is really hardworking, they are also very smart, and their hands are so skillful, I am worried that his family will not be able to buy 'labor cloth' cloth in the future, which will affect his family's business." ”

"Well, I'll make it clear to Huang Han, Mom, you must help him. ”

"I know, and I'm willing to help him, and I can help him buy as much as I can during this time, so don't worry!"

Suddenly, Zhang's mother seemed to think of something, and said: "Chunmei, if a classmate asks how much it cost to buy this 'backpack', you will say that you don't know, it was the money given by your mother!"

"Why?"

Zhang's mother knew that her daughter was honest and would not lie, and she felt that she could not answer her daughter's questions at this time.

Zhang Chunmei asked again: "Mom, do you think that giving Huang Han three yuan is too little?"

Seeing that her daughter didn't give up without asking clearly, Zhang's mother only got it: "Huang Han's family makes 'backpacks' to make some money, if you sell them for three yuan, you will definitely not be able to make a penny, and you have to put a lot of work." ”

Huang Han and I are good friends, and he has told me that we should help each other not to make money. But his family must be making money selling 'backpacks'. ”

"I'm relieved, you don't know how much Huang Han's 'backpack' is going to sell for, so you can only say that you don't know. ”

"I understand! I can't say I only spent three dollars on materials. ”

"Yes, that's what I meant.

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Huang Han calculated that only three or four classes would need no less than ten 'backpacks' as gifts.

Because not only did they have to give Xiao Qiang one, Liu Xiaoli and Zhang Qian went to the door of the cinema in the evening to sing and help the little girl who sold tea eggs at home.

and Wang Yu, the child who helped him buy six sets of fluorescent lamps at wholesale prices.

Huang Han didn't know how many "backpacks" he could make before "Children's Day".

As soon as I got home, I asked Zhang Fangfen: "Mom, have you asked your aunt and fifth aunt to learn to make 'backpacks'!"

Zhang Fangfen sighed and said, "Alas, your aunt is busy, so she asked Huang Xin to call her to come to the house on Sunday morning, but she didn't come until this morning." ”

In fact, due to the incomplete accessories, Zhang Fangfen was not in a hurry, and did not go to Zhang Huifen on purpose, nor did she ask Fang Guilan to help.

But yesterday, after getting zippers, metal buckles and other accessories to complete the seven "backpacks", I found that there were not enough points at all, so I became anxious.

Zhang Fangfen knew that the fifth aunt Fang Guilan and the younger aunt Zhang Huifen would sew and mend the foundation, as long as they got started, they would definitely do it quickly.

On Wednesday morning, when Zhang Huifen went home, she remembered that Zhang Fangfen had something to look for her, and she took a little detour to Huang Han's house.

She works in a subordinate unit of the Transportation Bureau, where she works in a low-wage place, and her job is to manage tricycle drivers, collect money from tricycle drivers, and give them small receipts.

This work was also a product of a special era, when the public-private partnership tricycle drivers were incorporated into the socialist workers' group.

They are regular workers, they have retirement salaries when they retire, and when they are sick, the unit reimburses them for medical expenses, and when they see someone secretly pedaling on three wheels or riding a bicycle to solicit customers, they will come forward to besiege them.

The situation of rural people pedaling three-wheeled and two-wheeled bicycles on the streets, earning a little money by selling coolies, and being bullied by "street people" continued until the mid-80s.

In the seventies and eighties, too many people who rode tricycles were out of tolerance.

Every penny they spend must have an invoice to be reimbursed, and the receipts used by the tricycle drivers in the entire Sanshui County must be collected from Zhang Huifen.

Zhang Huifen goes to work in a small shed that can only accommodate one person in front of the bus station.

At this time, the bus station of Sanshui County is at the west end of West Street, which belongs to the center of the county.

Zhang Huifen's small wooden shed is definitely cool in winter and warm in summer, and once it rains, Zhang Huifen has to go to the waiting room in the bus station to hide from the rain.

Zhang Huifen has been doing this job for more than ten years, and she has long been familiar with all the regular workers who pedal three rounds, and the small tickets are received once every half a month.

In the absence of a leader's inspection, Zhang Huifen, who had nothing to do, spent three or four hours a day in the small shed.

Zhang Fangfen saw Zhang Huifen coming and called Fang Guilan too.

Fang Guilan works in the county plastic products factory, it is two shifts, divided into morning shift, noon shift and no night shift, she is on the afternoon shift today, and she only goes to work at two o'clock.

Zhang Fangfen took out the sample of the "backpack", said the quality requirements, and told her the experience she had summarized, and the two of them immediately understood.

They weren't embarrassed to ask for money, and they all said that they were idle and had nothing to do to help anyway, which is what they should do.

Zhang Fangfen ignored their humility and told them that they would be paid a dollar for making a "backpack", but they must not tell anyone else.

Because there is not much work, if there are many people who know, they also come to the door to ask for this work, and refuse to offend people, and give them work to do, they will not be able to take care of their relatives.

Zhang Fangfen not only knows her sister, but also understands this concubine, knowing that they can't hide their words, and solemnly warned them not to talk too much on the first day.

Making a "backpack" can earn a dollar, and the attraction is big enough, and both of them are happy to agree that they will not say much about sewing.

They were so excited that they didn't want to wait until tomorrow to start, so they started immediately.

On the first day, because the hands were not familiar with the "backpack", there was not enough time to complete one, and the next day the two of them were able to easily complete one.

Zhang Fangfen didn't completely listen to Huang Han's advice, she still couldn't help but do it herself, but when she saw Huang Han go home, she didn't do it anymore, in addition to counting the fabric and cutting it for Fang Guilan and Zhang Huifen in one day, she was able to complete one herself.

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