Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Xia Qingqing immediately became interested. In the sewing machine industry, sewing is a woman's job and it is a bit embarrassing for a man to do it. However, in the tailoring industry, many of the top ones are men.

For example, before liberation, almost all the experts in making cheongsams and Western dresses in Shanghai were men.

Of course there are women, but they are rare.

[What the author said is a fact, not sexism. Just like most of the people who cook at home are women, but most of the top chefs are men.]

"Have you ever been a tailor?" Xia Qingqing asked.

The father and son looked unfamiliar to her. She knew almost everyone in the village. Even if she couldn't call their names, she roughly knew who they were from. But she seemed to have never seen this father and son in the village.

"Yes, my family has been tailors since my grandfather's generation, specializing in making bras. In the past, many ladies in the city would ask my grandfather to make bras for them. My father and I were both taught by my grandfather."

The young man spoke with great pride, but his father felt a little embarrassed and pulled his son to tell him not to brag.

"Dad, it's not shameful to be able to make clothes. There's nothing to hide. My family is very good at making bras. We are famous throughout Shanghai. I feel very proud!"

The young man shook off his father's hand, straightened his chest and said these words.

The women in the room all laughed, and one said, "Making bras is not that great, aren't you afraid of embarrassing yourself?"

"No wonder Qiuhong couldn't make ends meet and took her husband and son back to live with her parents!"

"Luo Zhong is so small that he can't even carry a load of manure. Qiuhong is the only one who does the farm work. Now that Qiuhong is sick, there is no one to do the farm work. The whole family is hungry and can only go back to her parents' home to get a meal."

The woman who was speaking was Qiuhong's sister-in-law. She was so annoyed with the family of three that she spoke without restraint.

The women talked without restraint, not avoiding Luo Zhong and his son.

Luo Zhong lowered his head in shame and was about to leave, but was stopped by his son.

"We live in grandpa's house and pay living expenses. We don't live and eat for free. Aunt, if you don't know, go back and ask grandma. If grandma says we are eating for free, we will go out and rent a house immediately."

Luo Ping refuted openly, unlike his father who was timid.

My aunt snorted and her face turned ugly, but she didn't refute. Obviously what Luo Ping said was true, and she also knew that Luo Ping's family paid a lot of living expenses, otherwise her mother-in-law was so stingy that she would never take in this family of three.

What made her angry was that she couldn't get a penny of the living expenses paid by her sister-in-law's family. Her mother-in-law was in charge of the finances at home, and she was already a grandmother, but she hadn't outlasted her mother-in-law, and she still had to endure her mother-in-law's anger. This was why she felt so depressed.

"Luo Zhong, why can't you understand that we pay money to come back and live here, but there is no land left at home?" someone asked curiously.

"Qiuhong is not feeling well. She...she wants to go home and stay for a few days."

Luo Zhong's eyes turned red. He turned his head away and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

Luo Ping's face also darkened. The behavior of the father and son made everyone suspicious. Could Qiuhong have contracted a fatal disease?

"What disease does Qiuhong have? She has been taking medicine since she came back." The woman who asked the question had a very good relationship with Qiuhong. They were good sisters when they were girls.

"It's not a serious problem. Qiuhong just misses home. She will go home next month."

Although Luo Zhong said this, his voice was choked with sobs, and it was obvious that Qiuhong's illness was not that simple.

Ever since Xia Qingqing found out that the father and son's surname was Luo, she thought of someone who was mentioned to her by Sister Lu.

"The bras I buy nowadays are all uncomfortable to wear. The most comfortable bra I have ever worn was made when I was 18 years old. The bra craftsmanship of Master Luo was really good. They were neither loose nor tight and fit the body very well. They looked best with cheongsams. It's a pity that Master Luo has gone!"

Sister Lu has very high requirements for underwear, even higher than the clothes she wears outside, but she can't buy satisfactory underwear and often complains. She also suggested that Xia Qingqing set up a bra factory so that women can wear comfortable and beautiful bras when going out.

The father and son's surname was Luo, and they made bras. Xia Qingqing immediately thought of Master Luo mentioned by Sister Lu.

"Did you have a store on Anping Road before?"

She remembered that Sister Lu had mentioned that Master Luo's tailor shop was located on Anping Road. The shop was not big, in a small alley, and had no sign, but many people came to make clothes there.

Luo Zhong's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Have you ever made clothes at our house?"

But when he saw Xia Qingqing's appearance, he shook his head again: "No, you are too young."

"I haven't done it, but I have a friend who used to make clothes in your store. She praised your clothes for being well made and said that it's hard to find such a good tailor in the city now." Xia Qingqing said with a smile.

Luo Zhong's eyes became brighter. Originally, he looked humble and cowardly, but now he seemed to have light and became much more confident.

"Your friend is an expert. Clothes sold in stores are definitely not as good as handmade ones. It's a pity that they are no longer allowed to make them."

Luo Zhong sighed regretfully. If the city hadn't been so chaotic, he and his father would not have given up their decades-old shop and returned home to farm.

But he had learned to make clothes since he was a child, and he knew nothing about farm work and had no strength. If he had not saved some money in the past, he would have starved to death.

Later, his father married him to Qiuhong, who was very good at farm work. Everyone at home and outside relied on Qiuhong. He was useless. Qiuhong's illness was caused by overwork. It was all his fault for being too incompetent.

"Qing girl, do you know him?" The captain looked surprised.

"I don't know him, but I have long heard of Master Luo's name."

Xia Qingqing smiled slightly. Fortunately, she returned to her hometown today, otherwise she would have missed such a talented person.

Everyone in the room looked at Luo Zhong with suspicion. How could such a loser be so famous that Qing girl would have heard of him for so long?

Isn't it just making bras? This skill is so embarrassing. Could it be that Qing girl has made a mistake?

The captain didn't quite believe it. He looked at Luo Zhong again and again, and there was nothing he liked about him. How could Qing girl like him?

Luo Zhong was somewhat at a loss. He smiled uneasily and said, "I'm not that good. My dad is good. He always scolds me for being too stupid and not learning even 30% of what he did!"

"Grandpa said I have learned 70% of his skills."

Luo Ping said this very proudly, but his father glared at him and scolded him, "It's up to the customers to say whether you are good or not, not yourself. If you haven't even entertained a customer, you are not a master!"

"Who in the village can I ask to make clothes for me? They will scold me to death!"

Luo Ping muttered to himself, very unconvinced.

What he said was all true. His grandfather praised him for being smarter than his father. If it were in the past, he would definitely be able to become a master tailor famous throughout the city.

Xia Qingqing smiled and said, "You and your son can both make a set for me. I'll give you whatever materials you need. How about that?"