Reborn 1980: The Group Dotes on the Blessed Wife and Brings Space to Get Rich

Chapter 11
Lin Zhiyu and Yang Liu went downstairs to Mr. Fang's house. He lived on the second floor of the No. [-] Middle School teacher's building.

Yang Liu didn't go up hastily, and took out a medium-sized satchel from the package and gave it to Lin Zhiyu: "It's a little bit of our heart to give this to my wife."

Lin Zhiyu took the beautiful bag and said to Yang Liu, "When I get rich, I'll buy you a leather one."

Yang Liu nodded with a smile: "Come on, I'm going to the silk factory, and I'm going to sell the things I made. If you don't see me at the gate of Si Xiao, come find me at the gate of the county silk factory."

Last night in the afternoon and staying up all night, a total of six bags were made.

She spread out the sheets she used as a bundle, and laid out the bags one by one from small to large.

At this time, people are all dressed in gray, and there are few bright colors on their bodies.It is true that good cloth is brighter in color, but it is not breathable in summer and does not keep warm in winter, and it is not cheap, so not many people wear it.

However, it is very good to use as a decal on the bag. It is crisp, bright and does not fade.

When Yang Liu arrived at the silk factory, the workers were still at work, and there were only a few people who were also selling small things chatting at the door.

She came late and was a stranger, so she was a little further away from everyone.

Those people often set up stalls here and are familiar with each other. When they suddenly saw a beautiful girl displaying a bunch of colorful things, they couldn't help turning their heads to look, half at people, half at things.

The eldest sister on the left is about forty years old, wearing a blue dress, and in front of her is a triangular cake, a kind of cake made of rice, which is white and tender and smells like rice.

Yang Liu was a little surprised, there was not enough rice in this day and age, yet someone was in the rice cake business?

Yang Liu sat on the edge of the bed sheet, took out a piece of cloth to embroider flowers, and was idle anyway.

Suddenly, someone stood in front of her booth and asked, "Did you make this bag yourself? How do you sell it?"

Yang Liu raised her head and saw a middle-aged woman in a white shirt and dark gray trousers, with short hair pinned neatly behind her ears; she was squatting down to pick up a small bucket bag and carefully inspected it.

"Yes, I did it all myself. The bag in your hand is 20 yuan." Yang Liu stood up and smiled calmly and politely.

The woman frowned, looked at Yangliu, and seemed very dissatisfied with her asking price, "Aren't you talking like a lion? Just such a little fabric will cost a worker a month's wages."

Yang Liu still smiled gently: "You're joking, it doesn't depend on the size of the fabric, but on its uniqueness. It's a face-saving proposition."

The woman was even more displeased, and said coldly: "You can't even eat enough, what's the use of saving face?"

"Heh, there are always people in the world who have enough to eat and want to save face. There are only five bags in total, and I made them stitch by stitch. The most important thing is this creativity and novelty. Even if you go to Shanghai You may not be able to buy a style like this."

After hearing Yang Liu's words, the woman fell silent, picked up several other bags one by one and looked at them carefully.

Yang Liu smiled and looked at her calmly. She was dressed in ordinary clothes, but very clean, with a pair of well-polished leather shoes on her feet, it could be seen that this person was rich.

He looks about 40 years old, with deep Sichuan lines between his eyebrows, thin lips, and slightly square chin, making his lines a bit hard.

A small car was parked not far behind her, and a young man was standing and looking towards this side, obviously waiting for this woman.

This woman should always give orders.

The woman finally asked, "How many bags are there in total?"

Yang Liu didn't move, and smiled slightly: "Two forty for small bags, twenty-five for medium bags, thirty for large bags, forty for this backpack, a total of 25."

(End of this chapter)