Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

Yang Qingdai checked them one by one and found that most of the metal and glass buttons and small decorations she had collected in later lives had been cut away. Several coats without any decorations were torn into pieces with big holes.

This thief is really unique.

What was stolen were the more eye-catching highlights of the clothes, and those that had big holes cut out had to be repaired to their original appearance only by having them remade.

There happened to be no one around, so he dragged over his large suitcase, put the things he brought into the space, and then took out several packages of buttons and small accessories made of various materials from the space and put them in.

This way, when they come, I can "cheat" openly.

Fortunately, Tang Danbai had asked people to go to Hong Kong or other places to get similar buttons in advance.

He gestured at the parts that had been cut off, and tried hard to recall what patterns there were in later generations that were not eye-catching but could still make people's eyes bright.

As Yang Qingdai's eyes swept across the paper-cut stickers on the office glass windows, an idea suddenly came to her mind.

Lowering her head, she continued to draw on the paper. Half an hour later, Yang Qingdai picked up the drawings she had just finished and turned around: "Oh my god, why didn't you make a sound when you came? You scared me."

Director Xie smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm so sorry! We saw you were so absorbed in your painting that we didn't dare to disturb you. We didn't expect to scare you."

Yang Qingdai waved her hand and said, "It's also my fault that I was too absorbed in it."

Yang Qingdai had not expected that her vigilance had been so lax that she didn't even notice someone standing behind her.

Seeing that everyone was present, Yang Qingdai got straight to the point and raised the paper in her hand: "Who can crochet?"

"I." The oldest of the three lesbians spoke.

Director Xie smiled a bit foolishly, "Comrade Xiao Yang, this is my wife. Her crocheting skills are well-known in the surrounding area. Back then, there were so many young men who wanted to date her that they lined up from one end of the village to the other. I was able to marry her only because I was thick-skinned."

Director Xie spared no effort in recommending his wife, and Yang Qingdai felt like she was being fed a mouthful of dog food.

The two young ladies next to them couldn't stop laughing after hearing this.

Apparently, they have become accustomed to their factory manager's daily behavior of "bragging" about his lover.

"Aunt, can you draw these patterns?" Yang Qingdai handed her the manuscript paper.

The factory director's wife took it, flipped through it, and said uncertainly, "I'll have to try it to find out."

The drawing Yang Qingdai gave her was based on the style of Chinese garden flower windows. The outlined patterns were sewn onto the cloth, and finally sewn onto the coat with holes cut out, creating a "one window, one scene" effect.

At home, she heard Lao Xie say that the samples of clothes he was preparing to wear to a trade fair were damaged by someone, and Comrade Xiao Yang was trying to find a way to remedy the situation, so he asked her to come over and help.

Without saying a word, she locked the door and followed him. Seeing with her own eyes that the samples were cut with big holes, she was terribly disappointed. She thought that all the samples were in jeopardy, and her boss, Mr. Xie, would probably be fired too.

When she saw the manuscript paper Yang Qingdai gave her, hope was instantly rekindled.

"Old Xie, I need to go find some wire in the warehouse,"

Comrade Xiao Yang rushed to the factory to remedy the situation as soon as she got off the plane. They were originally workers in the factory. For the benefit of the factory, she had to give 100% of her effort.

"Okay, here's the key for you. You can go find it yourself." Director Xie handed the warehouse key to Aunt Xie.

"What about us?" Seeing that Aunt Xie had something to do, the two young female comrades also became anxious.

Aunt Xie can crochet, so the torn coat can be saved.

But they couldn't make the special buttons and decorations that were stolen.

"Don't worry," Yang Qingdai opened her suitcase, took out the oil paper bags one by one, and pointed at the ones that Xiao Xie had brought in earlier, "Unpack them all, and we'll pick out buttons of similar style and size to temporarily replace the ones that were taken away."

"it is good."

They got to work right away, even Xiao Xie rolled up his sleeves to help with the picking.

Director Xie looked at their attitude and estimated that they would not go back until they finished their work.

He dragged Xiao Xie out and said, "Well, go see if you can still buy some sesame paste and cakes. I think we'll have to stay up late tonight, and we can't leave Comrade Xiao Yang with the impression that we're not hospitable enough."

If Yang Qingdai heard this, she would definitely complain about Director Xie.

So you know that you are not hospitable enough?

Who could do such a thing and bring someone in to work all night as soon as he got off the plane?

You only now remember that you were not hospitable enough. What were you doing before?

After hearing what Director Xie said, a strange expression appeared on Xiao Xie's face and then disappeared.

If he remembered correctly, Xiao Yang said that he would come to find a way to make amends tomorrow. It was Director Xie who held him back and wouldn't let him leave. Xiao Yang was forced to stay and work, so how could he say this now?

"Go quickly, why are you still standing here?" Director Xie urged Xiao Xie when he saw that he didn't move.

"Yes." Xiao Xie then rode out on his bike again.

Director Xie shook his head in frustration, thinking: How could this young man be so blind? How could he be so incompetent?

When I returned to the office, I saw that Yang Qingdai and others had already picked out the buttons for a piece of clothing. She was instructing one person to do the processing, while another person was carefully sewing the buttons.

He also discusses and modifies the crochet patterns with his wife from time to time.

Director Xie, who found that there was no one he could match, was reduced to serving tea and water to four female comrades.

Seeing one sample garment after another being completed, Director Xie's smile could no longer be suppressed. When he was called to the warehouse to find other auxiliary materials, he happily did so.

The sky gradually turned pale, and a red glow slowly expanded its range. When the first ray of sunlight shone into the office, only a few coats with holes in them were left.

As long as the pattern crocheted by Aunt Xie was pinned on, the two female workers would sew it on the fabric according to the frame outlined by Yang Qingdai and the work would be done.

This process can be done by any skilled tailor.

Director Xie, who had been awake all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

The heart that had been in my throat since yesterday evening fell back to its original place at this moment as they recovered the sample clothes one by one.

Yang Qingdai, who had gone out to wash her face with cold water to sober up, was stopped outside the office by Director Xie.

"Thank you, thank you, Comrade Xiao Yang." Director Xie was so excited that he stuttered, "If you hadn't arrived in time, I, I..."

I don’t know if it was because he stayed up late or because he was so excited that he wanted to cry, but Director Xie’s eyes were red.

"It's okay," Yang Qingdai consoled her. "These samples are like my own children. I'm worried about them being destroyed. I'm sure I'll want to restore them as soon as possible."

Yang Qingdai lied with her eyes open without blushing or beating her heart.