Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Juzi smiled and said, "Originally it would be better to have floor-to-ceiling glass in the patio, but unfortunately no one here makes such large pieces of glass. They say that the thickness and hardness are not enough, and they are afraid that it will break on the road, so they made lattice windows."

In fact, she thought it was good enough. It was Zheng Hanqiu who felt regretful, so she would help her feel regretful. What if she could meet someone who could solve the problem?

"It's already very beautiful." Gu Xiaoer recently slept in the same room with Luo Cheng and Song Xing, and he felt that this place was like heaven.

"Let's go to the study and talk." Zheng Juzi gestured. There was a fireplace in the study, and it would be more comfortable with a fire burning there.

Zheng Feizhou was reading a book in the study. When he saw Gu Xiaoer come in, he greeted him politely and continued with his reading.

There was no one else at home, so Zheng Juzi poured tea for the two of them and served them some melon seeds and peanuts.

"Little Orange, right? You don't have to rush around, let's talk about business first." Director Wu found that she was very organized, but he still had some doubts about what she could really do at this age.

Zheng Juzi sat down and said, "You go ahead."

"Mayor Duan said he has already told you." Director Wu looked neat and clear, and spoke without dragging his feet. "We hope you can provide a batch of clothing designs for the exhibition at this China International Import Expo."

Zheng Hanqiu naturally told her about this before they parted, but she was not very interested in meeting Director Wu.

There are endless unexpected visitors one after another. The new house is nice, but it feels a bit too "lively".

"Director Wu, making clothes is inseparable from fabrics. I would like to ask what kind of fabrics your factory can guarantee a stable supply of?"

Director Wu didn't expect her to ask so directly. It seemed that she had underestimated her. She herself was not sure. "The fabrics we use now are mainly provided by the city textile factory. We can get cotton, linen and Dacron. But you must know that Dacron is not easy to get. The printing and dyeing technology of cotton and linen textile factories in the city is also sometimes good and sometimes bad. Sometimes there are also badly dyed fabrics mixed in."

When Gu Yongan was around, he was able to get some other fabrics. But Director Wu can't even guarantee basic fabrics, and yet he still wants to do import and export business. Zheng Juzi can't help but admire him.

"Our current supply channels are very unstable, and the profit of the garment factory is only in the summer. Since then, there has been basically no sales." Director Wu did not hide this fact and spoke directly from the bottom of his heart. "But I think if we can have good designs and design clothes that are more in line with international trends, our Caiyun Garment Factory can still become bigger and stronger and generate foreign exchange for the country."

That's a nice, but empty statement.

"You can't generate foreign exchange income with just a few design drawings." Zheng Juzi didn't want to use any more rhetoric to this kind of person who didn't know how to beat around the bush. "I admit that your idea is good, but no matter what kind of design it is, you need corresponding fabrics to cut clothes. If you can't guarantee the supply of raw materials, all that is meaningless."

"It makes sense." Director Wu felt that Zheng Juzi didn't understand the policy and said, "As long as we can sign the order from the China International Import Expo, there will be policy support from above, and these problems can be easily solved."

Zheng Juzi didn't want to respond. She could feel that the other party was only full of enthusiasm but had no practical experience.

Director Wu really has no experience. Her original job was ideological education, and she was forced to become the factory director purely because she was forced to do so.

Although she didn't know how to run a factory, she realized it later - the clothing factory's original poor performance was rewarded by Gu Yongan, but its production capacity soared after it was taken over by Gu Yongan. That was an achievement. Gu Yongan was successfully transferred to the Magic City. In the eyes of outsiders, she thought she had taken over a popular job, but in fact it was just a hot potato.

Not to mention doing it well, even dying slowly is a good thing.

The idea for the Maritime Trade Fair was given to her by her superiors, and she had no confidence at all whether it would succeed.

At this moment, she felt a little silly. Zheng Juzi looked like a child. At most, she was just a child with a lot of thoughts. Could it be that she could be of any use? ! I really don't know if the order in summer was really done by the two sisters.

"Juzi, let's raise a chicken at home." Zheng Hanqiu's voice came before she arrived, as if he was sure that she was in the study.

Zheng Hanqiu walked in while talking. Not seeing anyone in the study, he complained, "I just bought a corn tortilla. It tastes terrible. It's totally different from what I've had before."

Zheng Juzi was afraid of being exposed in front of outsiders, so she made an eye contact and explained, "The corn tortillas at home are made by grinding corn kernels into powder after shelling, so they taste more delicate. The corn tortillas sold outside are made by grinding the whole corn cob into powder, so the taste is naturally rougher."

"The whole corn cob?" Zheng Hanqiu felt that there seemed to be a point, but he wondered if he had guessed wrong.

"Yes." Zheng Juzi gave her a positive answer, "Corn kernels plus the cob core inside."

Why do you think whole grains are called whole grains? Many foods nowadays have the same name as foods in the future, but they taste completely different.

Zheng Hanqiu felt that it was normal for him to have a sore throat. As expected, he shouldn't have had too much hope when he could buy two pancakes for 3 cents.

"Let's raise a chicken at home." Zheng Hanqiu said.

Zheng Juzi asked in confusion: "Why? Don't you think raising chickens is dirty?"

Zheng Hanqiu pointed at Zheng Mengmeng who was carrying a lot of bags and said, "I wanted to give you guys a discount and bring two each. It would be a waste if you can't finish them now. We can just feed them to the chickens."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. After living here for so long, she at least knows that for many families, just having enough to eat is not an easy task. Although many families are better off than before when they could only eat coarse grains and vegetables and barely survive, most of them eat a mixture of coarse grains and fine grains. The focus is on having enough to eat rather than eating well.

There are not many families like them who can eat white rice every day and occasionally eat meat and drink soup.

This is because their village is close to the town, so they can sell some things to make some money from time to time. If it were a more remote place, life would be even harder.

Therefore, food should not be wasted even if it is not eaten.

Zheng Juzi was also amazed at her unwillingness to waste, "Sister, don't you think it's a waste to feed such good pancakes to chickens?"

We are raising chickens just for this. Don’t we have so many pigs on the farm at home and they can’t eat this?

Besides, eating at home is one thing, but any food that is sold is considered good stuff.

Zheng Hanqiu said, "I really can't eat any more, and I'm embarrassed to give it to you."

Zheng Mengmeng, who was following behind, had sparkling eyes. Although corn cakes were not as good as white rice, they were much more delicious than the food her mother cooked. "Sister Hanqiu, if you don't want them, give them to me. I like them."

Zheng Hanqiu felt embarrassed to give the food to others because she felt she couldn't finish it... Not only did she give her all the corn tortillas, she also gave her a handful of fruit candies.