Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

After getting off the bullock cart, Song Fuyu took Tong Youyou and left in a hurry.

The aunts in the village were so enthusiastic that if she stayed here any longer, she would have to open a sewing class in the village.

"Sister Fuyu, I guess with today's incident, your status in the hearts of the aunts in the village will be even higher."

Originally, most people in the village liked Song Fuyu very much because she was capable, beautiful and stayed out of trouble. After knowing that she can also make clothes, the love should be even better than before.

Hey, she didn't want to either, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She works because she wants to divide the meat into rice, and makes clothes because she wants to hug her thighs.

I don’t know where the factory director’s daughter will appear today, but it’s only seven o’clock and there’s still one day left, so don’t be in a hurry.

Song Fuyu decided to go to a state-owned hotel to fill his stomach first, and then make plans.

If she hadn't met him by noon, she would have no choice but to come and recommend herself, but that would not allow her to take the initiative in terms of price.

It's better not to rush and wait.

There are only a few places in town where she can go shopping, and she might be lucky enough to find one.

But sometimes, things are just such a coincidence.

They had breakfast and were ready to go to the supply and marketing cooperative. Before entering, I met a mother and daughter getting out of a black car.

Song Fuyu glanced at the other party with her peripheral vision. Just because they had a driver to pick them up, she felt that they were inseparable. They should be the wife and daughter of the director of the textile factory.

After all, in this era, except for the directors of various factories and the top leaders, ordinary people do not have the opportunity to buy cars.

She didn't stop, but took Tong Youyou and walked into the supply and marketing cooperative, pretending not to see them.

"Song Zhiqing, I haven't seen you for a long time. What do you want to buy here today?"

"Sister Hongyun, I want to see if there is any fabric suitable for making a skirt."

"You have to make it yourself... Oops, where did you buy the skirt you are wearing? I have never seen such a beautiful style. Let me take a closer look."

Lai Hongyun came out of the counter and took Song Fuyu and Tong Youyou to look at their clothes carefully. Even the salesperson from the nearby grain store was attracted by the clothes they were wearing.

"It's so beautiful. I can't tell what's different about it, but I just find it very attractive."

Sun Miao, who was listening to their conversation, looked at the clothes on Song Fuyu and Tong Youyou, couldn't help it, and walked over directly.

"Comrade, where did you buy the clothes you are wearing?"

Song Fuyu raised his head and glanced at her. Sure enough, there were stars in her eyes, and he could tell that she liked the clothes they were wearing.

"I bought the cloth myself and made it. You can't buy it outside."

Sun Miao glanced at the factory director's wife next to her, and when she nodded, Sun Miao continued: "Comrade, do you have time to buy you a cup of tea?"

"I saw the dress you were wearing, and I really liked it. I wanted to talk to you about the idea of ​​making the dress."

She didn't directly ask her to help. If someone heard about it, this would be considered another form of speculation. Her father is the director of the factory and cannot hold him back.

"Okay, let's go talk to you first."

"Sister Hongyun, I will take some time to come over and buy cloth."

The four people left the supply and marketing cooperative, and Sun Miao enthusiastically invited them to get in the car.

"Comrade, what do you think about going to my house to chat?"

"Don't worry, my dad is the director of the town's textile factory and won't lie to you. I just think it's more convenient to talk at home without having to worry about being overheard."

"Okay, let's go to your house."

It doesn't matter where we go to talk to her. Going to their house proves that she is eager to get the clothes and it is exactly what she wants.

We followed the car to the courtyard of the textile factory, and the driver parked the car in front of a two-story building.

"Get off the car, my home is here."

Song Fuyu looked at the small building in front of her and couldn't help but sigh at how low-key her godfather was.

The director of a steel factory just chose a two-bedroom house in the family building of the factory.

The two of them entered the room and sat on the sofa. The factory director's wife enthusiastically brought them fruits.

"Song Zhiqing, to be honest, I'm getting married next month, and I haven't been able to buy suitable clothes. I found a few tailors, and the styles they made were all very old. Until I saw the clothes you were wearing just now, I I feel like this is what I want.”

The first time she saw the dresses they were wearing, she was completely attracted.

If the color wasn't so plain and she wore such a beautiful dress, she would certainly be able to make everyone's eyes shine on the wedding day.

Although in this era, everyone advocates keeping a low profile, she is the bride after all, and everyone hopes that they will be the well-deserved protagonist on that day.

"I wonder if you can make one for me. Don't worry, I will pay you and I won't ask you to do it in vain."

Seeing the longing expression on Sun Miao's face, although Song Fuyu did not show his joy on his face, he was actually smiling from the bottom of his heart.

She likes clients who put all their thoughts directly on the table.

"Comrade Sun, the skirt I am wearing is in a spliced ​​style. The bottom skirt is made of plain satin, but the upper part is made of traditional Suzhou embroidery. It seems simple, but in fact the workmanship is very complicated."

"There are also plate buttons and tassel designs on the neckline. They use classic plum blossom buttons. Of course, they can also be changed to happy button. This is very time-consuming."

"As for the skirt on Youyou's body, the cream lace on the neckline and cuffs are all made slowly and carefully with crochet. The most complicated part is actually the pleats at the skirt, which are made from ancient Greek pleated skirts. The production technique requires about three times more fabric than an ordinary skirt.”

"No matter which skirt it is, in terms of fabric and craftsmanship, it is destined to not be cheap, and it is much more expensive than ordinary skirts."

"It's okay, Comrade Song. We can also see the difference between these two skirts, otherwise we wouldn't like them so much. Just tell us the price."

"Youngyou's one costs 120 yuan, and mine is made of satin fabric. You should also know that the fabric itself is not cheap, so a custom-made one costs 180 yuan."

In this era, affected by productivity and supply and demand, textiles are not as cheap as imagined.

Although it only costs more than three yuan to buy ordinary cotton cloth to make a skirt, most people don't have cloth tickets. Go to supply and marketing cooperatives or department stores to buy ready-made ones, which are often priced at 20 yuan or [-] yuan.

Overseas Chinese stores are even better, with finely crafted skirts costing dozens or hundreds.

Satin fabric is beyond the reach of ordinary people, costing a few dollars per foot.

Her prices are based on the prices quoted by overseas Chinese stores. What she wants to do is customization and the business of wealthy people. Naturally, she cannot be compared with those of supply and marketing cooperatives.

Moreover, there is no shortage of rich people in any era, she believes.

She doesn't force it, and those who are willing will take the bait.