Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 44 Yang Bailao is still wearing a two-foot red-headed rope
Wei Min took He Dongyang home, but left behind a large bag of cloth strips, saying that a batch of new fabrics had been brought into the factory in the past few days. It is suitable for making a mop, or it can be used to not paste insoles, or it can be used as a headband for Anya.

The tea eggs to be sold tomorrow have all been boiled and soaked there. Li Xinlan rummaged through the bag, and found a piece of sea-blue flowered cloth from it:

"Xiaoya, this color is very pretty, how about I wrap this with some hair ropes for you?"

Large flowers with white petals and yellow stamens are printed on the sea-blue base cloth, which looks really fresh and pleasant.

"Okay, it looks pretty." Anya took it, thinking of the handiwork that the little girls who came to intern in the research institute liked to do, she pinched it casually, and made the cloth strip into the shape of a flower.

Li Xinlan's eyes lit up: "Why didn't I think of it, this fabric has a good color, what kind of hair rope is wrapped around it, I can make you some hair flowers to wear!"

She is very dexterous, she took the strip of cloth, pinched it three times and folded it twice, and a piece of cloth strip turned into a camellia mountain in her hands: "When I get the needle and thread, I will sew the bottom part tightly. Nail it to the headband..."

Anya opened her eyes wide and looked at the camellia that Li Xinlan folded out in surprise and said "wow": "Mom, your hands are so skillful! This flower is so beautiful!"

After being praised by her daughter, Li Xinlan smiled and sewed up the flower in twos and twos. In addition, she picked out a cloth strip with a light blue flower on a white background from the big bag of cloth strips:

"When I make a flower out of this strip of cloth, the two flowers together will be just perfect.

Mom used to like making these things, but this time, Shan Zi directly bought ready-made clothes and came back. We will see if there are any new fabrics on the market, and Mom will pull the cloth for you and make new clothes..."

The thin cloth strips were folded left and right in Li Xinlan's dexterous hands, and soon turned into an elegant flower.

Seeing the flowers taking shape and blooming in her hands, the smile on Li Xinlan's face became brighter.

Anya stared at Li Xinlan's smile, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought: Ling Yanshan also said that there was a sewing machine at home, and the clothes her mother made were good-looking and fit.

Her mother is really talented in clothing, and she really likes these...

"Xiaoya, Xiaoya?"

Anya was pulled back from her contemplation: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Li Xinlan had already sewed the two cloth flowers to the cloth strips wrapped around the headband, and handed them to Anya like a treasure: "Come on, how about changing this headband?"

Anya quickly changed the hair rope to tie her hair.

Li Xinlan fiddled with it, and took out the two mirrors of herself and An Ya and showed her: "Look in the mirror, do you look good?"

Anya held up the mirror and adjusted the angle, and saw the hair rope tied on her ponytail, which was skewed to the left and right, and nodded vigorously: "Mom, it looks so beautiful!"

Li Xinlan smiled from ear to ear like a child who has been praised by an adult: "It's good that it looks good. This time, the cloth strips brought by your Aunt Wei are very nice. Mom will make you some more!"

Anya pressed Li Xinlan's hand: "Mom, when the street behind is repaired, we won't sell tea eggs—"

Li Xinlan interrupted Anya's words with a smile: "You kid, you are selling tea eggs to make money. Mom knows that you are afraid that the back street will be repaired and not many people will pass by. It is not suitable for selling tea eggs, but we can rent the front door to others. Let's continue to sell tea eggs at the station."

"Mom, I was thinking, instead of renting it out, let's open a tailor shop for you here, and sell these headgear at the same time, okay?"

Li Xinlan was stunned for a moment.

Opening a tailor shop has always been her dream since she was a girl. Stepping on the sewing machine, staring at the stitches sliding out of the sewing needle line by line, the cut fabric is stitched, the clothes are gradually formed, and then worn beautifully to the body...

This has always been what she has always dreamed of doing!

but--

Li Xinlan shook her head lightly: "The tailor shop needs regular customers to take care of the business, not to mention that mom is a newcomer, she is still a countryman, no one would want to come to mom to make clothes."

Just look at the people who buy clothes at this time, and you will know that the clothes that sell well in department stores are not from Shanghai?

Not to mention country clothes, those clothes produced in unknown cities, those who come or not will be put on a hat that is definitely not fashionable enough.

In the same way, it is obvious at a glance which one is more attractive to customers, the city tailor or the country tailor.

If Li Xinlan wants to open a tailor shop again and ask her to give up the tea egg business to become a tailor, she knows how bleak the business will be without thinking about it.

Without business, how can you support your family?

Anya untied the headband with two flowers on it, held it in front of her eyes fondly and looked at it:
"In the beginning, we can make clothes as a supplement, and mainly make headwear, which attracts young girls. We can hang a few more fashionable clothes on it, and gradually we can start a business."

Do headgear?

Li Xinlan's eyes fell on the hair rope in Anya's hand: "Small things like headgear can't be sold for much, right?"

"We can find out in the city first, not to mention that the tiara you made is the only one, and someone will buy it if the price is more expensive." Anya smiled and patted the big bag of cloth strips.

"Besides, these most important raw materials are free. We can at most buy some accessories. The cost is low. Even if we can't sell them, we can wear the same one every day!"

Yang Bailao's family is so poor, he has a little money for the New Year, and he still wants to tie a two-foot red headband on Xi'er. How could there be no market for the headgear?
Anya can draw a lot of Korean-style headdresses casually. In her previous life, even she bought a big drawer of these gadgets. I don't believe there are no girls who like them!
Anya did what she said, took out a pen and paper and quickly drew several shapes. Li Xinlan was dexterous and good at color matching, and quickly gathered dozens of cloth flowers and sewed them up.

Anya took a bamboo basket and packed the cloth flowers: "Mom, I'll push the car to the bus station with you tomorrow, and then I'll go to the market to find out if there are any suitable beading, metal chain links, etc. Accessories."

It's just that a few cloth flowers are so beautiful, if you add accessories, it will definitely be more beautiful.

Seeing that her daughter is full of confidence, and the flowers she saved are really beautiful, Li Xinlan also clapped her hands:

"I'll go and see if your Aunt Wei has slept. If she hasn't slept, I'll ask her to bring me a few more bags of these cloth strips tomorrow. If it's not convenient to take so many, we can spend some money to buy them."

Anya nodded again and again, and handed over the hair rope that Li Xinlan had just made for her: "Mom, in the past, you should explain it to Aunt Wei, and then give this hair rope to her."

"I still have to ask her to help buy cloth strips. I definitely have nothing to hide from her." Li Xinlan asked Anya to put away the hair rope, "But you reminded me that this color is for little girls, and she can't wear it." Come on, you wait, I'll make another one for her."

I chose a dark cloth strip and gathered a large and two small clusters of deep red roses. Li Xinlan sewed it carefully, and was about to sew it on the hair rope. Anya turned over two small glass buttons and handed it over: " Mom, you sew this on the petals as an embellishment."

(End of this chapter)