Reborn as a widow in the 70s

Song Xiuxiu passed by the entrance of the grain store and saw Zhou Chunhua walking out of it with her child in her arms, feeling a little disappointed.

"Chunhua, long time no see!"

After Zhou Chunhua heard the voice, he immediately looked up. When he saw it was Song Xiuxiu, his face immediately covered up his previous sadness with a smile.

"It's Xiuxiu! What a coincidence!"

Song Xiuxiu: "Why haven't I seen you recently?"

Zhou Chunhua: "My mother-in-law is sick. I have been taking care of her in the countryside with my children for more than a month!"

Song Xiuxiu: "So that's what happened. I've been wondering. I haven't seen you since I last met you at the vegetable market!"

"Is your mother-in-law's illness getting better?"

Zhou Chunhua: "It's good now!"

"I was working in the fields a while ago and fell off a mule cart, breaking my right leg."

“Although I can get out of bed and move around now, I can no longer work in the fields!”

"My Lao Han is an only son. Now our family is discussing renting the newly allocated land in the village to others for farming. We will send some money to my hometown every month!"

"Normally, if my father-in-law raises two pigs, his life will not be difficult!"

After listening to her words, Song Xiuxiu nodded and said, "That's good. Health is the most important as you get older!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chunhua let out a long sigh.

"But now the salary my old Han earns is not enough!"

"There are three children at home, and I don't have a job. I rely on Han to make money by himself."

“It turned out to be pretty good, but my mother-in-law’s medical treatment cost us all our savings.”

"Now I have to send money back every month. Old Han's salary is really not enough!"

"I wanted to come to the grain store today to ask if they were hiring temporary workers, but they said they were full of temporary workers now!"

Song Xiuxiu asked as soon as she heard that Zhou Chunhua wanted to work in a grain store.

"If you go to work, what will happen to the child?"

Zhou Chunhua: "I plan to let my neighbors take care of it. It costs about five or six yuan a month."

"Actually, I'm quite reluctant to let go. The child has never been away from me since he was a child. Now he can't speak. He will definitely be wronged if he is left to others to take care of him."

As he said this, Zhou Chunhua's face became more sad.

At this moment, Song Xiuxiu suddenly had an idea.

"Chunhua, can you make clothes?"

"Clothes! Of course I can make them. I make all the clothes for our family of five!"

With that said, Zhou Chunhua stretched out his arm to Song Xiuxiu and showed off the clothes he had sewn.

Song Xiuxiu leaned over and observed carefully. The stitches were straight and fine, the interface was smooth and neat, and no flaws could be found.

"Did you use a sewing machine to make this!"

"I sewed this by hand. My family can't afford a sewing machine. But I can also use a sewing machine. Before I got married, I often went to the captain's house to borrow a sewing machine."

Hearing this, Song Xiuxiu stood up straight and said to Zhou Chunhua: "I need a sewing master, are you willing to do it?"

Yesterday, Song Xiuxiu received a call from Bai Yaqing. She was very satisfied with her previous clothes and wanted to order two more sets of early winter styles.

At the same time, she said that the wives of two other partners also wanted to make clothes, and she would bring them over in the next two days.

Song Xiuxiu was worried about her lack of skills, but she didn't expect to meet Zhou Chunhua looking for a job today.

So Song Xiuxiu made an impromptu decision to ask her if she was willing to do it.

Anyway, I will do the front design and pattern making myself. As for the sewing and ironing at the back, I can definitely find someone to do it for me, as long as I control the quality myself.

When he heard that there was a job available, Zhou Chunhua didn't even ask about the salary. He nodded and said, "I'm willing to do it. Of course I'm willing to do it!"

Seeing that she agreed, Song Xiuxiu told her the details of the work.

"I will provide a sewing machine. When you work at my house, we charge by the number of pieces. A piece of clothing costs from two yuan to ten yuan. I will grade you according to the difficulty of making the clothes and the time it takes. of."

"In addition to sewing, ironing clothes costs [-] cents a piece."

Upon hearing the salary standards she mentioned, Zhou Chunhua's face suddenly burst into laughter.

There is also an old tailor in the alley making clothes for people. Except for the fabric, his price is basically the same as Song Xiuxiu's salary.

But the old tailor used his own sewing machine and had to add buttons, needles and threads.

In comparison, of course it is more appropriate to work for Song Xiuxiu.

Now Zhou Chunhua is very lucky that the temporary workers in the grain store are full. Otherwise, it would be uneconomical for him to work hard here and carry a big bag for the 20 yuan a month.

Seeing that she was very satisfied with the job, Song Xiuxiu continued: "But we have something to say beforehand. The quality of the clothes must be guaranteed. If there are problems with the clothes during the production process, I will not pay!"

Zhou Chunhua nodded quickly and said, "I understand this!"

"Okay, then if you have time in the next two days, come over and give it a try first!"

As soon as Song Xiuxiu finished speaking, Zhou Chunhua hurriedly opened his mouth, but did not say anything.

Song Xiuxiu knew that she might have something to say that was difficult to say, so she said, "If you have any requests, just say it. Let's put villains first and then be gentlemen, so that we can feel relaxed when we work in the future."

Hearing this, Zhou Chunhua took a deep breath and said, "I want to go home to cook at noon, is that okay?"

Song Xiuxiu nodded: "We charge by the number of pieces, and you have free time."

"That……"

Zhou Chunhua hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to speak.

"I know my request is too much, but I really can't help it."

“Can I take the kids with me!”

After hearing this, Song Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment. She really never thought that Zhou Chunhua would make this request.

Seeing Song Xiuxiu's hesitation, Zhou Chunhua quickly explained.

"My mistress is very obedient, and I will take good care of him and will never cause any trouble to you."

Song Xiuxiu, who is also a mother, understands her difficulties.

Generally, factory nurseries are only provided for female workers. If she does not have a job, she will naturally have no place to go to nursery.

I'm too young to go to kindergarten.

I would definitely not be at ease if I leave it to the neighbor's aunt to take care of her.

After thinking about it again and again, Song Xiucai said: "You can take him to try it out for a while. If it affects your work, I can only say sorry!"

Hearing this, Zhou Chunhua quickly said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you very much!"

She knew that no place other than here would allow her to work with her children, so Zhou Chunhua was very grateful to Song Xiuxiu for agreeing to give her a try for a period of time.

After the two reached an agreement, they went home.

Song Xiuxiu stood in her yard, looking at the courtyard with many rooms, and began to make a new layout in her mind.

She decided to expand her studio. She could not just rely on the department store to attract customers, but also open up the market herself, and her first target was Bai Yaqing.

She is a career-oriented strong woman, and her circle is either female entrepreneurs or wealthy wives. This is the main customer group for high-end private custom clothing.

The row of empty houses in the front yard was still empty, so Song Xiuxiu decided to arrange a showroom to display the clothes she designed, so that anxious customers could buy ready-made clothes directly.

A production room should also be arranged specifically for sewing and ironing clothes.

Of course, your own design studio is also indispensable.

With this arrangement, the house in the front yard is still enough.

As for the east wing in the second courtyard, Song Xiuxiu decided to turn it into two studies.

Zhao Xuewen wants to learn calligraphy, and Yaya wants to learn painting, both of which require independent space.