good old days

The land of the industrial and commercial bureaus in each district is about to be trampled by the masses. There are too many people coming in. Will it take until the Year of the Monkey to continue to handle them one by one?Therefore, new regulations were introduced, which not only benefited the people but also eased the work of the bureau.

If it weren't for that news, their bureau wouldn't dare to do that. Restoring the market economy is the general trend now, and liberalization step by step is what the people want.

The leader has asked for instructions, and it is completely in compliance with the regulations.

The crowd was still dubious: "Is it true or false?"

Staff: "Don't worry, as long as you abide by the regulations of the street office, if you are not allowed to set up a stall or cause trouble, just report it to the police!"

"The police don't care, you come here again."

The staff of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau are not idle these days. They have gone to the sub-district offices in various streets and their words of explanation are almost worn out.

When everyone was gone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On the first Saturday after the school holidays, a long street was set up at the intersection of the diagonal street. There were small stalls on both sides of the street, leaving a few meters in the middle for big people to pass and choose products.

Wood carvings, real flowers, silk flowers, bamboo baskets, glutinous rice wine, rice cakes, eggs, shoe repairers and various agricultural and sideline products.

Although there is no dazzling array of supermarket products in the future, these things in front of you still look dazzling.

Next door, Grandma Zhang was sitting on the side holding her baby. Her mother-in-law was selling hair flowers with saliva and joy on her face.

Someone from the subdistrict office patrols here, registering the information of each vendor one by one with paper and pen.

The people who come to sell agricultural and sideline products are farmers who live in the suburbs of Beijing. They don't live nearby, and the street office doesn't stop them from selling, but they still need to register and give instructions.

Looking around, this street intersection is starting to take shape.

It didn't take long for all the bouquets that Wang Sumei took out to be sold out. She took the money and turned to Jiang Xinyu and said, "I'm going to buy a mat, and then I'll buy some food. You hold the child and go back with your Grandma Zhang first. I'll see you later." Make some food and let’s eat together.”

Seeing her happiness, Grandma Zhang was somewhat infected by her, and the wrinkles on her face were filled with smiles.

"Grandma Zhang, thank you for taking care of our children."

Grandma Zhang shook her head, "What's the matter? It's not like he watches it every day. Even if I don't come, your mother-in-law can watch him. This kid is well-behaved. He doesn't make any noise or make a fuss when setting up the stall. He just keeps his eyes wandering around, watching. He looks very smart."

Before her mother-in-law came back from shopping, Wu Hongmei knocked on the courtyard door.

"Xiao Jiang, this is the strip of cloth your mother-in-law asked for, and I brought it to you."

Wu Hongmei felt a little guilty. Her mother-in-law had already mastered the technique of sewing large intestine flowers. Her mother-in-law had selected some of the strips of cloth she brought back and found them too ugly. She picked some brighter and more beautiful ones. Put them back, but compared to the old-fashioned cloth strips, there are only a few brightly colored ones.

"How much, I'll give it to you now."

This big bag can be pressed very heavy, and the amount can be quite large.

Wu Hongmei whispered: "Just give me three yuan."

Jiang Xinyu was a little surprised, this was too cheap.

She gave the money and said with a smile: "Sorry to trouble Sister Hongmei."

Wu Hongmei felt even more guilty. She didn't know how she would interact with this family next week when her mother-in-law was snatching business.She knew that this might be the last time she would deal with Wang Sumei's family, so she gave a larger amount, and she wanted the cost price.

"It's okay, I'll go back if I have something else to do."

Wu Hongmei left in a hurry, and Jiang Xinyu opened the bag and looked at it.

Grandma Zhang also looked over and saw that they were all black, gray and blue old-fashioned clothes. She frowned and said, "These clothes are not easy to sell." Those who were willing to spend a dime on hairdressing were all young girls. A little more. No one at this age will think that buying a head for a dime is a good deal.What young girl doesn’t like to be pretty?These colors are definitely not popular with young girls.

Jiang Xinyu thought of Wu Hongmei's strange behavior just now and wondered if it was what she thought. She would be able to verify it next weekend.

After Wang Sumei came back, she started cooking vigorously. When Chen Yi finished cooking and Chen Yi hadn't come back, the mother-in-law, daughter-in-law and Grandma Zhang started eating together.

Grandma Zhang didn't leave even after eating, she seemed to have something to say.

"Su Mei, if you are missing something, can you let me help you?"

Grandma Zhang comes to visit all day long, but she knows that Wang Sumei has been sewing for a week and today it is sold out in one day.

Wang Sumei was stunned for a moment, "You are not young now. What should you do if your eyes become blurred after sewing things every day?"

Without a single refusal, Grandma Zhang showed a smile on her face. She waved her hands in a hurry, "It doesn't matter, I will sew less every day. If I sew during the day, nothing will happen to my eyes."

Wang Sumei gestured: "One penny per head?"

Grandma Zhang nodded like a fool, "Okay, okay, I promise I won't teach your hair-stitching technique to anyone else."

When Wang Sumei sewed her hair, she sat in the courtyard and did it without hiding it from anyone.

She can figure out how to make hair flowers herself, and others can learn how to make hair flowers after buying them at home and taking them apart. What can she do?

After Grandma Zhang left, Jiang Xinyu told her about the cloth.

Wang Sumei poured out most of it and turned it over. When she saw the color of the cloth, her face collapsed.

"Mom, you can learn how to sew large intestine flowers yourself, and others can learn it too. In the future, your business will probably not be the first one, and it will not be as popular as it is today."

Wang Sumei nodded: "It doesn't matter, we can sell it every day. We'll wait until we can't sell it anymore."

She dared to ask Aunt Wang next door to help her sew her hair, so she knew that this business would not be unique in the future.

Jiang Xinyu thinks her mother-in-law has a good attitude.

Seeing her frowning when she picked up those ugly cloth strips, Jiang Xinyu picked up a black piece and a red piece and gestured, "Mom, if you want these strips of cloth to sell easily, you can also think about how to embed the color into the edges when wrapping them." Put them together to make patterns, you can also cut out flowers and bows and sew them on..."

She paused as she spoke.

These ugly cloths with ugly colors are still ugly when mixed together. Just these things have to be innovated. She is really rusty in the brain before she can come up with this idea for her mother-in-law.

Even if her mother-in-law comes up with a new pattern for her hair, is there any guarantee that there will be no imitators?

It’s better to forget about the trouble. The most fundamental problem is the fabric. The color of the fabric is not good-looking, and all the work is in vain.

Before she finished speaking, Wang Sumei began to think thoughtfully, "You're right. I'll think about it and make it easier to sell."

Jiang Xinyu didn't know how long she could maintain her high spirits. After all, people are addicted to making money. She knew this when she was doing pastry business in the countryside.

Wang Sumei finished packing her things and poured out all the change in the small cloth bag she had sewn. "I haven't counted how much I sold today."

While counting the money, Chen Yi came back on his bicycle covered with stars.

"Ten dollars and eighty cents, wow, I really made a lot of money today!"