MTL - 80s: The Soft and Waxy Beauty Took Care of the Wolf Husband-Chapter 360 Dream

  Chapter 360 Dream

  Li Qiao was so surprised that it was sent to her home. She got the letter and opened it. Han Ting said that on the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, some of them wanted to come and see her, but they didn't know if it was convenient or not.

   Of course she is convenient.

  She was about to receive the letter, when she felt the burning eyes from her side, she turned her face and met Qin Jin's eyes, her little face blushed: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

   "I see what is written in the letter."

  Li Qiao said coldly: "What can I write? Of course I love you behind my back."

  Qin Jin: "." He must be so angry, right? He is not angry!

  There were a lot of letters at the end of the year, and Li Qiao didn't choose to communicate. She asked Qin Jin to send a telegram.

   Then he told him Han Ting's address and the content of the reply.

   Qin Jin muttered as he went out: "You have changed! In the past when it was cold in winter, you were never willing to let me go out to blow the cold wind, but now..."

  Li Qiao: "What are you mumbling about?"

  Qin Jin: "...I didn't mutter, I was thinking about buying some snacks for you later." He left.

  …

  Li Qiao went into the room and leaned against the bed to read.

   Turned two pages and felt sleepy, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

   I had a dream, and I was in a peach blossom forest with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

  Take a stroll here, a stroll there.

  Suddenly, a burst of scolding was heard.

  She stepped forward and hid behind the tree for a look.

  In an open space, a group of milk dolls are sitting in a row, with a basket of messy red threads in front of them, and they are busy tidying up one by one.

  Two strangely dressed men supervised the work: "Whoever doesn't tidy up within the stipulated time will have no mother."

  When the children heard it, they desperately sorted it out.

   One of the beautiful little boys was especially fast.

  He was the first to tidy up and was about to carry the basket to go. Two female dolls beside him cried:

   "I can't make it tidy, I don't want to be without a mother."

  The little boy sat down again after hesitating for a second, helped the one on the left to tidy up, and then helped the one on the right. After such a delay, all the children were cleared up and allowed to leave.

  He was the only one left looking at the empty yard, with his mouth puckered and trying not to cry.

  Li Qiao couldn't help but walked out from behind the tree: "Can I be your mother? I should have a stable job in the future, and your father will not be short of your money to do business."

  The little boy's eyes lit up.

   This mom is beautiful.

  He wanted to run over, but the supervisor next to him stopped him: "This mother is both talented and beautiful, and the red line of 1,000 baskets is not enough to change. You have to sort out another 100 baskets within an hour."

  Li Qiao was startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, he was so far away just now, how did he suddenly appear? When she regained her composure, the little boy had already sat in his original position and started to work silently.

  How did the doll pass?

  She looked at the supervisor, and tentatively walked towards the child.

  The supervisor didn't stop her, so she stayed beside the child, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, not to mention, she looked a lot like Qin Jin's childhood photos. But his photos are black and white, and the doll in front of him is colorful, pink and jade-like, and milky.

   She is ready to help.

   "This needs to be done by myself before I can count." The little boy's milky voice is cute.

  Li Qiao withdrew his hand: "Do you do this every day? What is it for?"

   "Yuelao's red line, I don't know why, 100 baskets a day, just now is the last basket, in order to be your child, I must complete the last 100 blues according to the regulations."

  Li Qiao is extremely rare. It turns out that Yuelao's red lines were sorted out by children. In order not to disturb him, she stopped talking and stayed with him quietly. His little hands were very nimble, one basket at a time, one basket at a time, and he was done very quickly. She was about to congratulate, but the person suddenly disappeared.

  The overseer is gone.

  She woke up suddenly.

  Qin Jin's voice echoed in his ears: "Qiao Qiao, I'm back. Look what I bought." He held up the hair flower in his hand and shook it.

  Li Qiao: "Can I wear this flower?" How silly.

   Not only soil but also childish.

   Did he deliberately try to mess with her?

   "I didn't wear it for you, I bought it for my future daughter." Qin Jin was in high spirits.

   After speaking, he took out the warm pastry from his pocket.

Li Qiao saw that it was snowflake crisps, and she ate and said, "Maybe it's my son." The dream she had just now felt so real, and she was also inexplicably moved. If it was really her son, then the little guy sorted it out The red line of 1100 baskets was the only chance to be her child.

  The child is still kind, but in order to help others, he almost delayed his time.

  In the future, she will teach the child to be more selfish.

  It is okay to help others, but it cannot affect yourself.

  Qin Jin said: "Son, just be a son, son, don't worry, for example, I didn't let grandma worry about me a few times when I was young."

  Li Qiao thought to himself, you lead a group of bums around all day long, and you are arrested every now and then to receive criticism and education, why don't you let grandma worry about it?

  The next day Li Qiao returned to school.

   After class, I went to the library to read books. Ma Hongxiang found her and whispered: "Li Qiao, do you want to sell cotton clothes?"

  Li Qiao: "Sell, but those cotton coats are made of thin, and are sold to the south, so they are not suitable for wearing here."

   "Our winter was almost as cold as here. I originally thought about buying new cotton-padded clothes for my parents, even if they were thin."

  Li Qiao: "Can you step on a sewing machine?"

   "Yes, I used to borrow other people's sewing machines to make my own clothes."

  Li Qiao continued: "Our family has a lot of materials, and the fabrics are all cut. You can step on the sewing machine. You can go there with me later, choose the fabrics yourself, and just ask the workers inside how to fill and sew them."

   "Okay, how much does it cost?"

   "If you are not in a hurry to go home during the holidays, you can go to work. You can work in two clothes for five days." Li Qiao said.

  Ma Hongxiang: "Cotton clothes cost more than ten yuan a piece, and two pieces are dry for five days? You must die."

   "That's the selling price, the bid is cheap. I only make money."

  Ma Hongxiang heard the words, planned to follow the past to have a look, paused and said: "Does your family need long-term temporary workers?"

  Li Qiao understood that Ma Hongxiang wanted to work during the winter vacation. After thinking about it, she said: "Yes, I will tell my partner later that your salary is the same as that of the apprentices inside. 90 a month, but it is very tiring, seven o'clock in the morning and six o'clock in the evening. One and a half hours of rest at noon If you live in school, it’s not easy to eat with them in the morning, but at noon, someone will deliver the meal, and tell me how much you spent on the meal when the school starts, and I will reimburse you for it, and the salary will be paid to you at that time.”

  Ma Hongxiang exclaimed: "Ninety in a month, so much."

   No wonder people say that you are a scholar who is useless.

  I heard from the staff in the school that they only have forty or fifty yuan a month.

  Excluding daily expenses, there is basically not much left in a month.

   It's not as good as when I was studying.

  Li Qiao: "Don't look at them now, we scholars will get the most money in the future." The wages of workers are estimated to have been high for more than ten years. She remembers that after the wave of layoffs in history, the status of workers has declined.

  Ma Hongxiang: "You are good at comforting people, but the workers won't believe it if you say it." She didn't believe it either. "Do you have class in the afternoon? Why don't you go now?"

   "No class, let's go!"

  …

   Looking for tickets~~

  (end of this chapter)