Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Fang Rong brought gifts, a pound of biscuits, two cans, and half a pound of sugar.

Zhao Huilan enthusiastically held her hand and introduced to Xia Mingshuang, "You also bring canned food. Mingshuang makes better food. Come and try it."

Fang Rong and Xia Mingshuang exchanged pleasantries, "Then I'm welcome." She ate two spoons of hawthorn and a large piece of apple, and praised: "It's really different!" She also wanted Xia Mingshuang to help make jam. , jam is rich in vitamins. Whether soaked in water or eaten directly in winter, it is nutritious and delicious.

She works in a department store and is used to eating good food. She thinks the jam made by Xia Mingshuang is particularly good.

Zhao Huilan heard this and said, "Then I want it too. I'll get some fruits and candies later and ask Xiao Zhong to take them over. I'll give them as gifts after the Chinese New Year. They are more delicious than other people's peach biscuits."

This is what Fang Rong means. Ordinary gifts are given to ordinary relatives and friends. Such gifts that she thinks are good must be given to knowledgeable people.

Zhao Huilan pulled her to try Xia Mingshuang's mutton quickly. She cooked it like Xia Mingshuang did, ordered three o'clock, and asked Fang Rong what seasoning plate she wanted.

Fang Rong saw that it was spicy oil and said with a smile: "I also like the spicy oil version, and I also like the sesame sauce version."

Zhao Huilan's house doesn't have sesame paste. These are difficult to buy. There may be only a small bottle of it throughout the year and it will be eaten up long ago.

Xia Mingshuang like Majiang has never been seen in the countryside, and neither does the supply and marketing cooperative.

This time Fang Rong said that she wanted to make more jam, so she wanted to seriously talk to Xia Mingshuang about the remuneration, instead of doing some sporadic thank-you gifts like giving tickets or something like before.

Xia Mingshuang didn't refuse. She just wanted to make money with her skills.

However, people help me buy milk powder without any tickets. This is actually a great favor.

In the end, they agreed that they would pay for the fruit, sugar, and bottles themselves. Xia Mingshuang would only pay for firewood and labor, and they would pay five cents for processing per pound of fruit.

The price was not low, and she might only give two cents to ordinary people, but Xia Mingshuang's hands were good and clean, and she and Zhao Huilan also found that what Xia Mingshuang did for them was not inferior to them at all, so they gave it all.

The same goes for making fake collars. They will design the fabric to be similar, so there is basically no waste.

Fang Rong admired Xia Mingshuang for being practical.

Fang Rong didn't show it on her face, but she was surprised one after another in her heart. From the first time she saw Xia Mingshuang to now when they were talking about business, her curiosity became more and more intense.

Zhao Huilan had introduced Xia Mingshuang to her before, saying that not only did she make delicious snacks, she was also clean and beautiful, and she spoke well. Fang Rong actually disagreed, thinking that Xia Mingshuang was just a country woman with good hands. No matter how capable she was, she was still rough and rustic, and could not escape the vulgarity and timidity of country people.

When I saw it today, the impression I took for granted was completely overturned.

This country woman is not rustic or vulgar at all. On the contrary, she can speak Mandarin, and she also exudes a gentleness that she has cultivated over many years of studying. The elegance in her bones makes Fang Rong secretly wonder where this temperament comes from.

When talking about jam, it’s natural to talk about fake collars.

Today, Fang Rong also came wearing a fake collar. She had a beige woolen coat on the outside, and a blue round-neck sweater on the inside, with an apple collar turned out.

These collar styles are designed by Xia Mingshuang.

When she takes an order, she will look at or ask people what their face shape is, the length of their neck, whether the chin is round or round, and whether their face is large or small. She will recommend a collar style based on the face shape, which can modify the face shape and make it look better.

If customers are satisfied with their clothes, that means word of mouth. Even if everyone knows how to do it, others will be more willing to ask her to do it.

Xia Mingshuang hopes that department stores can treat fake collars as a regular sales category, and Fang Rong thinks so too.

Once it is formalized, the fabrics, threads, and buttons must be sold in department stores, and they must have simple packaging.

Of course, the styles are still provided by Xia Mingshuang and Fang Rong chooses them. It is also Fang Rong who decides the number of pieces for each style.

Fang Rong planned to go to the Shanghai market and the capital to sell the fake collar at a good price, and also bring back more cotton from the Shanghai market.

There are also Doliang production lines in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, and we can also ask for more Doliang quotas.

Xia Mingshuang's thinking was clear and quick, and he could follow Fang Rong's thinking. The more Fang Rong talked, the better she became.

Fang Rong's impression of Xia Mingshuang became better and better, and she looked at her more highly. She always felt that she was no ordinary country woman. Is it because she was influenced by her husband?

She didn't show it in particular. After all, she wasn't that familiar with her yet, so she was embarrassed to talk about the couple's affairs.

It's good to have two good things in one, and it goes very smoothly.

Fang Rong asked Xia Mingshuang to come step by step and not to rush. After all, she had to open up the situation here. The city department store was no problem, but the key was the Shanghai market. She was thinking about how to squeeze in. It would be exciting if we could send the fake collars to department stores in Shanghai, or even to the Capital Department Store, or even to Friendship Stores in Greater China to sell them to foreigners or buy them with foreign exchange certificates.

It's not Fang Rong's imagination, she has seen the world, and she has also seen shirts made by foreigners.

She dared to say that the shirt collars designed by Xia Mingshuang were no worse than those of foreigners, and the workmanship could keep up with them. They even looked much more refined because they were made manually rather than on an assembly line.

Fang Rong also cared about the little Zaizai, and kept boiling mutton for him during meals, asking him to eat more, so that he would be more meaty and cute.

The little Zaizai was also very polite. After eating, he went down obediently and sat listening to the radio without disturbing his mother and the adults talking about business.

They chatted while eating hotpot mutton, and when they were done eating, the stewed mutton was ready.

The stewed mutton is different from the mutton-boiled mutton. It has a rich and thick taste, fat but not greasy, and a fragrant aroma.

Fang Rong raised her eyebrows as she ate. She originally felt full, but ended up eating three pieces of mutton stew and half a bowl of rice!

She was stunned, "My appetite has increased."

Zhao Huilan: "Congratulations, you had such a bad appetite before that you were almost malnourished."

After eating, Zhao Huilan asked Xia Mingshuang to write down the required seasonings, and she would help prepare them here. When they were ready, Zhong Lian would take them over.

Fang Rong naturally wanted to do it when she heard it. It would be more convenient for her to help, and then let Xia Mingshuang do more cooking.

She eats this heavy oil hot pot ingredient for herself, and sells it to state-owned restaurants or some small canteens.

However, people are generally out of oil and water at this time. It would be good to add a little oil to the cooking. Meat will make it more fragrant. There is no need to eat such fragrant and delicious hot pot ingredients.

Therefore, Fang Rong and the others were eating for their own family.

After Fang Rong left, Xia Mingshuang sat for a while, waiting for Zhong Lian to pick her up.

There was a big pot of mutton stew, so Zhao Huilan asked Xia Mingshuang to take some back for the children at home to try. She put it directly in an enamel basin with small floral flowers on a yellow background. There was a matching lid on it, so it wouldn't fall out even if it was bundled with a rope.

Xia Mingshuang refused to take it, but Zhao Huilan refused to let her take it, so she had no choice but to thank her and take it with her.

When Zhong Lian came over, Xia Mingshuang took her leave and went downstairs with her little Zaizai.

Zhao Huilan brought all the gifts brought by Fang Rong to Xia Mingshuang, while Ai Wowo and Donkey Wanwan had already been taken away by Fang Rong.

Xia Mingshuang couldn't refuse, so he took it with him.

As soon as they got into the car, Zhong Lian stuffed a bottle filled with hot water into Xia Ming's hands to warm her hands.

Xia Mingshuang hugged Zaizai and said goodbye to Zhao Huilan.

Zhong Lian also leaned against the window and smiled with Zhao Huilan, "Sister Zhao, come to our commune to play when you have time. I'll take you there later."

When Xia Mingshuang came over, he also called Sister Zhao.

Zhao Huilan laughed, and the young man took the initiative.

After the truck drove away, Zhao Huilan turned around and ran home. It was a bit cold outside.

As soon as she reached the stairs, she saw her man running upstairs with his bag in front of him. She immediately shouted: "Lao Li, why are you back now?"

Lao Li didn't say anything and ran home in one breath. He went to lift the pot first, and there was braised mutton left for him. He didn't bother to wash his hands and picked up his chopsticks to grab a piece first.

Ah!

I closed my eyes and chewed the mutton contentedly, it was so delicious!

It tastes better than the stew in their cafeteria. The chef in the cafeteria didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but the stew had a smell, and he sincerely refused to let them eat it properly.