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

"Even if the production and dyeing processes of fabrics from different periods are the same, the finished products may not be consistent. To be cautious, buy a few more feet to have more room for error."

Although the cloth was bought and the clothes were tailored to suit the job, they were tailored to her body shape after all.

After she finishes work, no one else can wear this dress, so she will probably have to take it back.

Lu Miao thought about it and decided to just treat it as a customized private server.

She paid out of her own pocket, so she can be more tolerant and spend more money if she needs to.

If you are lucky and have enough leftover fabric, you can even make a parent-child set for your daughter.

If you're unlucky and have it cut into small pieces, send them to the factory yard and they can still be used in their original form.

In fact, you won’t lose too much anyway.

While saying this, Lu Miao had already stood up to clean the table.

Seeing this, Yu Hong had no choice but to nod:
"Well, okay then!"

"Well, that's all for today, let's go home."

"Yes……"

She packed her things and went downstairs, just in time to see the child's father coming to pick her up on his bike again.

The two chatted in low voices on the way, and Fu Jingyou talked about the situation at the machinery factory.

The factory gathered together the scraps and produced more than 6,000 lighters on the assembly line in two days.

"So many? Then can we consider going to the department store to talk to someone?"

"We have to wait. All the parts coming off the assembly line are spare parts. It will take some time to assemble them."

After all, it is not a factory specializing in the production of lighters and does not have an all-in-one production line.

Some parts still need to be completed manually.

Lu Miao said "Oh", nodded thoughtfully, held his waist with his vest, leaned forward and said:
"Then the cost will be high, right?"

"Humph."

Fu Jingyou looked mysterious. He smiled softly and said nothing.

Lu Miao twisted her body in the back seat of the bicycle, and pulled him to shake coquettishly:
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

He refused to say more outside and insisted on talking at home.

Lu Miao had no choice but to obey him.

When I got home, I saw Tang Mei killing fish.

The couple put down their things and took over Tang Mei's work, one squatting by the well to kill fish, while the other pumped water from the well.

Fu Jingyou turned the kitchen knife over and deftly used the back of the knife to knock off the fish scales. Only then did he slowly settle the score with Lu Miao:

"This batch of lighters are made from waste materials from the factory. If the scraps from the past had not been processed, we could have produced a lot more."

Speaking of this, Fu Jingyou felt both distressed and regretful, and couldn't stop sighing.

It's a waste, isn't it?
If we had known that this processing method could be used earlier, the factory would have become rich long ago.

How could it be so difficult to make ends meet as it is now?
There is no need to talk about what has already happened. Let’s just focus on the present.

Fu Jingyou shook his head, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he glanced at his wife and continued:

"I plan to set the price at 80 cents each. I'll talk to them and see how things go. If it doesn't work out, 70 cents will be fine."

"Anyway, there's some money to be made... Based on 80 cents, do you know how much you can sell 6,000 lighters for?"

Lu Miao's mind worked quickly, and he immediately said:
"Four thousand eight!"

After Lu Miao finished speaking, he felt frightened.

At first, she thought that making lighters would probably cash in faster, but she didn't think about it carefully or calculate whether the profit of this thing was so huge?

Fu Jingyou nodded with a smile:
"The workshop is ready-made, and there is no cost for scraps. In the past, they were just thrown away together, or they were taken away by recycling stations at a price of a few cents per kilogram... Now the only visible costs are labor and liquefied gas."

The salary is monthly.

Liquefied gas from the gas station costs eight cents per pound.

Fu Jingyou did bill calculations in the factory.

Six thousand lighters consume approximately 48 kilograms of liquefied gas, which costs about three dollars and eighty cents.

With such high profits, this cost is not even worth a penny. He had previously made a statement that he would change the current situation in the factory within three months.

He planned to make a few more trips to Guangzhou if it didn't work out.

Cash in as much as you can, struggle through the current difficulties, and things will be much better later.

To be honest, the burden on my shoulders and in my heart is quite heavy.

It's only been a month since he got the lighter, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now we just have to wait for these lighters to be sold.

We probably don’t even need to wait until the third month for the situation in the factory to turn around and get on the rise…

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a business that makes a lot of money.

If his hands weren't covered in blood, Fu Jingyou would have wanted to stand up and throw his wife into the sky.

His wife has always been his lucky star.

This has been fully proven.

He squatted by the well and looked up.

As soon as Lu Miao saw his eyes that were as bright as stars, he knew what he was thinking.

She smiled and said:

"I hope everything goes smoothly in the future! Get over this hurdle quickly. You're always away from home. If you stay away for a while longer, your eldest and second children won't recognize you as their dad."

Fu Jingyou glared:

"Nonsense."

"Haha~"

Lu Miao was amused and laughed.

While joking and chatting, Lu Miao's eyes fell on the big black carp that Fu Jingyou was cutting. He called out to Tang Mei:
"Aunt, why did you suddenly think of buying fish today? The fish doesn't seem fresh anymore."

The fish's eyes were sunken.

The pulled out gills were all white, obviously it had been dead for a long time.

Thinking that Tang Mei was buying dead fish at a discount price, Lu Miao instructed:

"Don't buy dead fish in the future. Eat fresh fish if you want to eat it."

Tang Mei came out of the kitchen, holding a small wooden basin for washing vegetables between her elbows and hips. She stood in the vegetable patch picking beans and said:
"How can I buy such a big fish in this hot weather? Xie Fei sent it to me."

"Xaffey?"

Lu Miao was puzzled, and soon remembered that he had taken the fishing rod from home before:

"He fished it?"

Lu Miao was quite surprised.

But it was this one sentence that made Tang Mei laugh out loud.

Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou looked at each other, not understanding why she was laughing.

Tang Mei calmed down after a while and then said:

"This kid... said he was taking a break today and went fishing with his fishing rod, but he didn't catch any fish and his rod is gone, so he gave this fish as an apology."

Actually, it means paying for the fishing rod.

Although she felt a little helpless, Tang Mei couldn't help laughing as she spoke:

"In the past, his mother taught him to just sit back and do whatever he wanted. He can't even choose the fish he bought. Isn't this..."

Tang Mei pointed to the well and said with a smile:
"That's it."

"..."

Lu Miao was stunned for a moment, and soon burst out laughing.

"He's so funny. I told him he couldn't do it, but he insisted on trying. Now, I'm afraid he will never touch a fishing rod again. Hahaha."

Lu Miao almost laughed to tears. After she calmed down for a long time, she went into the house and got out a small hoe.

After digging a small hole under the gardenia tree, she turned her head and looked back.

Fu Jingyou understood and took the fish gills and fish intestines to her and threw them into the pit. (End of this chapter)