Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 244 Continue

Within the fleeting minute, women who had come to get clothes made or to pick up their garments gathered around.

They asked all at once, finding the timing perfect with the current weather; a lighter inner layer was suitable, and when it got colder, pairing it with a sweater or cotton-padded clothes was also fine. The styles were both novel and attractive, and if the price was right, they all wanted to buy.

"So, can you make these here?"

"I’m sorry, but this dress was custom-made for this young lady, and she plans to sell them. We can’t just make them for anyone," Sister Liu explained. This garment was made according to a contract signed with Yang PeiMin and was distributed among everyone to work on the production process. Even if the female workers knew roughly how to make it, they would still miss some details. And while some details might not seem important, to those who know about clothes, it’s these details that show whether a garment fits comfortably and highlights its strengths.

"She’s planning to sell it? Then, how much did she plan to sell it for? If the price isn’t too high, I’d buy one."

Yang PeiMin smiled slightly, "That’s certainly possible. The material and craftsmanship of my product are both of high quality, as you can see, and I’m only making a small profit for my efforts, five yuan per piece."

"Five yuan? That’s expensive, miss. With that amount, you wouldn’t know how many you could buy elsewhere." Indeed, female comrades were the best at haggling.

The price really wasn’t high; she was just making a profit of two yuan for herself, and after running around so much, transportation and effort weren’t even accounted for.

"It’s not expensive, miss. The cheapest you can find these clothes in a store is fifteen yuan. Moreover, their styles aren’t as nice as mine. Look at my material compared to theirs—it’s about the same. It’s both comfortable and warm to wear. There are two colors available, and you can also try them on. Let others help you decide which color looks better. This dress doesn’t discriminate against body types or ages; it’s a real bargain. I didn’t make many, just twenty pieces, and I’m keeping two for myself."

Seeing her say that, half of the six people present were tempted to buy, especially when they heard they could try them on; they picked their favorite colors and started trying them on right away.

The girls who tried the clothes were straightforward—if they were satisfied, they paid on the spot. There was even a rich lady who bought five pieces. Seeing everyone looking at her, she said, "I’m buying for others. My sisters and cousins will definitely like these too, and I can even make some extra money for my trouble."

Everyone laughed and praised her for being shrewd.

Seeing this, two other women also bought an extra piece, claiming they were getting them for classmates and sisters.

Even those who were hesitant bit the bullet and bought one too. One who didn’t bring enough money borrowed some from her companion and bought one. Quickly, out of eighteen dresses, only three were left.

Sister Liu came over smiling, "Congratulations, you sold them so quickly. Where do you plan to sell the remaining three pieces?"

Yang PeiMin could tell from her expression that there was an opportunity, so she shook her head, "I’m not sure yet. I was thinking of wholesaling them, but now with only three pieces left, I will have to sell them at retail."

Sister Liu took her aside to sit down and poured her a cup of tea, "If you trust me, you can leave them here with me on consignment. You just lower the price a little, and you won’t have to make another trip."

This was the best outcome; it would save her the trouble of going out again, especially since there was a sick person at home that she needed to take care of. So, Yang PeiMin smiled and nodded, "That’s no problem at all. How about this? I can add another batch of inventory, and I’ll leave them here with you for consignment."

Sister Liu laughed, "You’re a smart one; we are on the same wavelength."

The two women discussed their collaboration further and signed a new contract, adding another 100 pieces—fifty in each color.

After settling the deal, Yang PeiMin had to hurry back to the hospital.

As she passed by the Four Seasons Restaurant, she remembered their delicious roast chicken, so she packed up two, bought some retail items and fruit, and got an assortment of envelopes before taking the bus.

Back at the hospital, Shen Yiguang had just woken up.

Seeing her return, a huge smile immediately spread across his face, and then Yang PeiMin inexplicably thought of a little dog wagging its tail, truly sinful.

"I’m back, guess what good stuff I’ve brought you?"

Shen Yiguang also rarely showed a hint of curiosity, "What did you bring?"

Yang PeiMin slightly tilted up her chin, proudly saying, "Your wife did well in business today, made a little money, and brought back roast chicken from the Four Seasons Restaurant. Aren’t you happy?"

"Happy!"

Yang PeiMin went to wash her hands in the bathroom and then took out the things, "I’ll go get some food from the canteen later."

Shen Yiguang obediently listened to her arrangements.

Before that, she handed him the stationery she’d just bought, "Write a letter home when you have time, maybe your mom, feeling the mother-son connection, isn’t sleeping well because you’re hurt."

Shen Yiguang admiredly took her hand, "My wife is so thoughtful." At the same time, he felt guilty, realizing he hadn’t written to his family for a while.

Yang PeiMin nodded, she herself also wrote regularly to her family, one for her parents’ home and one for her in-laws. Whether it was the same old thing or everyday trivial matters, it helped ease the family’s concerns; even though she wasn’t there to show her filial piety in person, she didn’t want them to worry.

Suddenly feeling sentimental, she thought of relatives from her previous life, those to whom she wished to write but couldn’t reach.

Two days later, the doctor removed the gauze from Shen Yiguang’s abdomen, leaving only a shallow red scar about three centimeters long, as thick as a chopstick. Looking at the wound, Yang PeiMin glared at him; the wound didn’t look like it was from a fall at all.

After removing it and getting the doctor’s approval, they could borrow a wheelchair to go out for walks.

Shen Yiguang was worried about Shao Hui and wanted to visit him in his ward.

Yang PeiMin, pushing him in the wheelchair, arrived at the next room and knocked. Du Juanjuan came to open the door, looking cold-faced. Just as she was about to ask what they wanted, Shao Hui behind her saw them, his face showing surprise but pleasure, "You’ve come to see me."

Only then did Du Juanjuan step aside, allowing Yang PeiMin to wheel Shen Yiguang in.

"Today, with the doctor’s permission, I could sit and come out, so I came to see how you’re doing," Shen Yiguang said with a smile.

Shao Hui looked at him in the wheelchair with some envy and shook his head with a smile, "You’re tougher. I’m not recovering as quickly as you." He gestured to Du Juanjuan to bring out some fruit to offer them.

Yang PeiMin quickly said, "Don’t be so formal, it’s not necessary. We’ve got plenty on our side; we don’t usually get to eat these, but these days we have them every day."

Du Juanjuan gave her a disdainful look.

Yang PeiMin ignored her.

"I hear the parasol trees outside have turned red, and the roses and hibiscus are blooming joyfully. Be sure to take a good look for me; come back and tell me about it." As Shao Hui spoke, he tried to sit up. Perhaps this position was uncomfortable, but with injuries on his hands, feet, and chest, it was extremely difficult. His wife Du Juanjuan simply watched them, and Shao Hui, not knowing where he’d been touched, sucked in pain, prompting Shen Yiguang to lean forward eagerly, wanting to help.

Only then did Du Juanjuan react, going over to pull him up, "What’s wrong? Which part did you hit? Why didn’t you call me?"

Shao Hui cried out in pain again, "You pressed on my chest wound..."

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