Reborn in 1985 I want to leave the house with nothing

When Li Qiumei returned to the provincial capital, the store had several orders piled up. Apart from eating and sleeping, she spent her days sewing on the sewing machine.

Li Qiumei felt it was a pity to see the boss selling the remaining scraps of cloth in the store to the cloth collector at a few cents per pound.

She looked through the scraps of fabric carefully and a new idea came to her mind.

These fabrics can be made into shorts and shirts for boys and small skirts for girls.

The weather is hot now, and the children's clothes in department stores are expensive and have few styles.

In her previous life, she had personally made clothes for Qian Lei's son and daughter.

After negotiating with the boss, he readily agreed to add children's clothing as it was to make use of leftover materials.

Li Qiumei is responsible for everything from measuring the size and cutting the materials to sewing them.

The boss promised to give her 30% of the profits.

Different from custom-made clothes for adults, Li Qiumei decided to use scraps of fabric to make children's clothes of various sizes first to test the waters.

It took her three days to make a boy's suit and a skirt.

The boys' clothes are a pair of white shorts and tops suitable for boys aged five or six. Li Qiumei sewed orange and blue edging on the trouser legs and cuffs.

Suddenly it looks much better than what the kids on the street wear now.

The skirt is a red floral suspender skirt suitable for girls aged four or five. Li Qiumei sewed two bows on the shoulder straps.

"Xiao Li, this dress is well made. I think it will definitely sell." The boss looked at the dress over and over again.

Two women passing by the door stuck their heads in.

"Boss, where did you buy this skirt?"

"Come in and take a look. This is a new model we just made."

Two people came in and couldn't let go of the skirt.

"Well, this skirt is beautifully made. My daughter's birthday is coming up soon, so I'll buy it for her."

The thin woman's daughter was exactly four years old, and she bought the dress.

The fat woman's daughter was eight years old, and she ordered an identical pair on the spot.

When Li Qiumei came back from the toilet, the boy's shorts and jacket had also been sold.

A few days later, more and more people came to buy skirts, shorts and tops, and Li Qiumei was busy every day.

The boss simply hung it up at the door for sale.

The weather is so hot that more women are making skirts.

The boss suggested: "Xiao Li, take a look at which piece of fabric you like and make yourself two dresses. I won't deduct any money from you. Just think of you as a model for the store."

"thank you boss!"

That’s great, I get a free new dress to wear, so it doesn’t matter whether I’m a model or not.

Li Qiumei made herself a red dress and a versatile floral skirt.

There is no such thing as wearing the same clothes as others these days, instead it is popular to follow the trend.

Seeing that Li Qiumei's red dress was beautiful, most people asked for an identical one to be made.

Almost every woman on the street near the tailor shop has a red skirt.

In this age of black, white and gray, a large area of ​​red is very eye-catching.

Only a few fashionable women asked for some changes in style, so Li Qiumei just made some slight changes to the neckline or waist.

At noon that day, Cheng Zhiqian brought Cheng Zhiming over.

"Auntie, my elder brother wants to make new clothes for me to wear when school starts." Cheng Zhiming cheered excitedly.

"Okay, Auntie will measure your size and make it for you tomorrow."

Cheng Zhiming ordered a set of clothes and pants, and also bought a set of shorts and shirt.

"Auntie, are you free tomorrow?"

"Cheng Zhiming, what do you want?"

"I want to go to the zoo. Can you go with me?"

"Auntie doesn't have time, let your brother and others go with you."

Cheng Zhiqian glanced at Li Qiumei and said, "Let's go eat together."

"Auntie, let's go, let's go eat together." Cheng Zhiming held Li Qiumei's hand tightly.

"OK then."

After following the two brothers out, Li Qiumei realized that Cheng Zhiqian did not drive. He came here on a bicycle today.

Cheng Zhiqian rode his bicycle back to the community where they currently lived.

Before Li Qiumei could speak, Cheng Zhiming started yelling, "Brother, we agreed to go out for dinner, why are you back?"

"I'll get something and then we'll go."

After Cheng Zhiqian finished speaking, he turned to Li Qiumei and said, "Go upstairs and wait for me."

They live on the third floor of a three-bedroom, one-living-room house.

"Cheng Zhiqian, did you buy this house?"

Cheng Zhiqian nodded: "Yes, I bought it for 1,500 yuan.

I live in the same neighborhood as my second uncle and his family."

Li Qiumei looked around. The house looked pretty good. It was open from north to south and there was almost no large shared area like those seen decades later, so each room was very large.

"This seems to be a company house. Can outsiders buy it?"

“Yes, but few people sell them.

The owner of this house is selling it because he retired and returned to his hometown. "

Li Qiumei pinched her empty wallet and said, "I still have to work hard."

The next day, Yang Yingsong came with two junior high school classmates.

After a warm greeting, Yang Yingsong said with a smile: "Qiu Mei, I brought the students in front and behind us.

If you don’t ask, you won’t know. If you ask, you will be shocked.

Among the four of us, my wife died, Zhu Zhu’s husband died, and Lin Wei and you are both divorced.

This shows that the seat we sat in school had bad feng shui.

The four of us were in bad luck.

Today we will go to Xuhua Temple to burn incense, get rid of bad luck, and ask the Bodhisattva for blessings. "

When she heard that they were going to the temple, Li Qiumei was unwilling from the bottom of her heart.

She was a little scared, wondering if the Buddha would notice that she was different from ordinary people.

She also doesn't know whether she is a ghost or a human.

So Li Qiumei spoke up to object.

"Yang Cheche, why are you going to a temple?

What era is this? Why are we still practicing feudal superstition? "

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhu held her hand and said, “Qiu Mei, this is not feudal superstition.

I heard that praying to Buddha at Xuhua Temple is very effective. Let's go and ask for Buddha's blessing.

Lin Wei and I have come all the way here, so you must not give up."

Well, the majority obeys the minority.

As long as I don't enter the main hall, those clay Buddhas can't catch me.

Li Qiumei told her boss that she would take a day off today, and followed them to Xuhua Temple.

Seeing them entering the temple and kneeling reverently, Li Qiumei walked aside.

"Amitabha." An old monk in a cassock stood in front of Li Qiumei.

"The causes in the previous life will lead to the consequences today, so never forget them." After saying that, he shook his head and left.

Li Qiumei's heart was beating like thunder, and she said, these monks could see through her at a glance.

But what does that phrase “never forget” mean?

Li Qiumei sat at the gate of Xuhua Temple, racking her brains but could not figure it out.

She wanted to go in and ask the master, but she didn't dare.

"Ah, when you get tired of this life and don't want to live anymore, I will come to the master to solve my doubts."

After waiting for them to come out with great difficulty, Yang Yingsong still teased her.

"Qiumei, you are not resentful that the Bodhisattva is unfair to you, so you don't even bother to look at it."

Li Qiumei gave him a glare and said, "Yang Cheche, even if you hit your head, you still have to do what you have to do."

Everyone looked at Yang Yingsong as to where to go next.