A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 640 So Deep

In mid-April, the greenhouse in the courtyard was dismantled.

Fu Jingyou was busy and sweating. After rolling up and putting away the plastic film, he fetched water and went into the house to take a shower.

Lu Miao was very particular. He had always been by her side, and as time went by, he began to become particular too.

Tang Mei was not surprised, but when she saw him tidy up and walking out with his bag, she still asked:
"Where are you going? Xiaobao will be back soon. She knows you don't have classes this afternoon, so she will definitely ask if she doesn't see you."

Fu Jingyou replied casually:
"There are still a lot of goods left at home. We need to get them out before the compulsory classes at school start on May Day. I'm going to go out and check the situation. I won't have much free time to tinker with it later."

Selling goods is fake, going to the hospital is real.

Cleaning up neatly is also for the sake of preparation for the future, so as to avoid any wounds on the body, which would be inconvenient to clean at night...

Tang Mei nodded and carefully instructed him:

"Be careful. If it doesn't work, just leave it at home. Safety is the most important thing."

"understood."

Fu Jingyou nodded and left the yard.

This time he didn't ride a bicycle. He went to the bus stop on the back street of the alley, waited for the bus to come and got on it directly.

When Lu Miao came back in the afternoon, he smelled a faint smell of iodine alcohol when he entered the room. Confused, he put something there and asked:

"Where are you hurt?"

Fu Jingyou was curled up on the kang reading a book. He was startled when he heard her words. He was impressed by her keen perception, but he also sat up and responded:
"No, just a small cut."

No wonder Lu Miao is sensitive.

When I first came in, I saw that the greenhouse was gone, but there was a smell of disinfectant in the room. It must have been spilled somewhere when I was busy.

She sat on the edge of the kang and moved closer to Fu Jingyou:

"Where is it? Let me see."

Fu Jingyou stretched out his hand, and there was a big bloodstain on the palm of his hand. The wound was so neat that it looked like it was cut by a knife.

Judging from the color of the bloodstain, it was not a shallow scratch.

"Why are you so careless?"

Lu Miao frowned and held his hand to check carefully to see if there was any dirt left inside:
"Did you apply the iodine yourself? Did you go to the hospital?"

"I've been to the hospital. I accidentally broke it while dismantling a shelf. The wood was pretty sharp."

Lu Miao frowned and pursed his lips slightly.

Expressed displeasure at his carelessness:

"How did the doctor examine you? Was there any debris in it? Did he pick it out for you?"

"I've already done it. I used some saline solution to rinse it. It was rinsed very cleanly at that time. I could see if there was any foreign body at a glance... Don't worry, there's nothing left in there."

He answered in a very serious manner. Lu Miao frowned and held his hand and blew gently.

After a while, he emphasized:
"Be careful next time, it's so deep..."

Fu Jingyou knew that she was distressed, and stroked her hair with a smile:
"It will be fine tomorrow, don't worry, okay?"

Lu Miao glared at him and snorted:

"Yes, don't I know you? You have thick skin and flesh and can't eat fine bran, you're a wild boar!"

Fu Jingyou curved the corners of his lips, looked at her with deep eyes, and just smiled without saying a word.

Lu Miao lost his temper at his look and glared at him several times.

Afterwards, I calmed down and let him continue reading his book and not worry about anything else.

Fu Jingyou responded, and rarely moved.

However, he always paid special attention when Lu Miao walked in and out with her bulging belly.

Whenever he realized that there was something that she couldn't do, he would move to the edge of the kang and get off to make it clear for her.

……

The next weekend, Fu Jingyou rarely went out.

Lu Miao rested her pillow on the bed and leaned comfortably against the window on the side of the fire-bed, stringing beads. He sat beside her reading a book, occasionally listening to her mumbling a few words.

After hearing her say that someone in school imitated her and made hairpins and bands and sold them secretly, Fu Jingyou closed the book and said:
"Is it still easy to sell? If it's not easy, just forget it. You won't make much money... You are in your advanced stage, so you need to take care of your eyes. The doctor also said that these are all related to your future. Take good care of them now so that you can have a healthy body and good eyes in the future."

Lu Miao nodded: "I know, I just like doing it. It's not that I have to make this money."

Mood is the main thing.

Besides, how much profit is this?
The world is gradually opening up, and there are many ways to make money, any one of which is more reliable than this.

She knew what was going on, so Fu Jingyou nodded and said nothing more.

Lu Miao continued to gossip with him:

"I sell them for 10 cents, and they sell them for 8 cents. There are indeed many people who buy theirs, but I have seen them make it from my classmates."

She smiled mysteriously and said:
"Just wait and see, those people will come back to buy from me later."

"How to say?"

"Workmanship, materials, and matching are all differences."

Seeing that he didn't understand, Lu Miao looked at him angrily and explained by counting on his fingers:

"You took the trouble to carry the things I use back from far away."

"Take hair ties, for example. Even if they are made from leftover materials, the material would cost 70 to 80 cents a foot on the black market. It is definitely different from the processed fabrics they use that cost only a few cents a foot in department stores."

Hair ties and hair bands look delicate, but they are actually quite simple to make.

Buy one, open it and you’ll know what’s going on.

Lu Miao doesn't care about a few cents of profit, but others may not care.

Lu Miao was not surprised at all that someone followed suit.

She had expected it.

You can learn how to do things, but you can’t learn aesthetics.

As she and the child’s father said, there are differences in workmanship, materials and matching.

Department stores sell processed cloth cheaply.

The reason why treated cloth is called treated cloth is not because of bad quality.

The material is thin, so there may be some flaws in some places.

For example, the middle wiring is crooked or the coloring is uneven.

These are not big problems. They can be worn as clothes and naturally will not affect the making of hair ties.

It’s just that thin materials are easy to remove.

It doesn't take much material to make a nice hair tie.

Cutting a foot of cloth into multiple pieces to minimize waste not only tests one's stitching skills, but also requires slow and careful work.

If those people were careful and attentive, they could probably make this small business stable and use it as a daily income.

After all, although they sell cheaper than Lu Miao, taking the materials used into consideration, their actual profit is actually higher than Lu Miao's.

Of course, that's a positive development.

Lu Miao saw it from a classmate last time.

The fabric of the hairband they bought had serious edge loosening. Without deliberately prying open the stitching to look, you could vaguely see a few tiny loose threads.

It's just like this when I bought it. How many days can I use it?

At this time, the students in school are not well-off.

Once you hurt someone this time, it won't be easy to gain their trust or earn money from their pockets in the future.

With these people serving as negative examples, what does she have to worry about?

The demand for hair ties and small hairpins is less these days, which is actually better.

She can spare some free time to research something new for her daughter.

Lu Miao strung a small string of pearls with transparent fishing line, wrapped it into the shape of a round pistil, and secured it with a crochet five-petal flower.