After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

132 Garment workshop belongs to the school

After thinking about it for several days, Xiao Wei was still at a loss as to how to dilute or eliminate the exaggerated honor.

Unfortunately, within a few days, something even more shocking happened.

Not only were Luzhu and Biyu's families not mobilized to go to the countryside, they were also slightly promoted.

The same situation also happened to Guixiu.

Xiaowei doesn’t have a phone number, so I’m not sure.

The gears of fate have completely deviated from Xiaowei's original intention.

Xu Yongzhong came more frequently and, like Mao Tongxian before, he also helped buy groceries and cook when he was free.

Another strange question was asked that day: "Some people have demonstrated that the grain yield per mu can reach tens of thousands of kilograms. Is it really possible?"

Xiao Wei rushed back, "Leave professional matters to professionals. We don't know anything, so don't make any comments."

Xu Yongzhong looked at Xiao Wei and smiled: "I know you understand it very well. You just don't want to say it."

Xiao Wei's eyes narrowed: "You already know why you ask? We are forbidden to talk about politics here. Being able to concentrate on making clothes is the greatest happiness."

The donated shorts and short-sleeved shirts were of first-class style and quality. Teachers and students rushed to reserve them, most of them ordering two sets. The four of us simply could not handle it all.

I don't have the time to care about national affairs.

Besides, those so-called big things are simply unbearable to watch.

The cooperative can imitate the clothing styles, but the sewing techniques and quality are difficult to copy. In addition, the prices are similar to those on the market, which leads to people in society also placing orders.

There is no need to be surprised. The profits of public monopoly goods have never been low.

Since the initial accumulation has been completed, it is completely legal to purchase with cloth coupons and money.

The reason why Xiao Wei's private clothing studio is allowed to exist is that it is in line with the school's work-study philosophy, and secondly, it is cheap and good quality, and is basically voluntary. The occasional high price is just a mistake, and it is not a violation.

The biggest reason is that all the money earned will be donated in the end, and the example set cannot be failed.

Several of Wen Yan's classmates had asked to join, but were rejected without hesitation. The reason was simple: the place was too small.

Then, naturally, the school leaders came to discuss moving the garment room to the school and turning it into a school-run factory, so that more poor students could work and earn money for their studies.

This is exactly what Xiaowei wants. The most important thing is to convert existing items into cash.

It is easiest to falsify accounts during transformation. You would be doing a disservice to your brain cells if you don't double the cost. Later, most of the rich people took advantage of this loophole.

Even if there are cadres who understand the situation, it would be a waste of time to figure it out on our own. If they don’t agree, we might as well figure it out on our own.

The three girls were naturally unwilling to accept this. It would be too unfair to just give up the empire they had worked so hard to build.

But Xiao Wei had already agreed, so she could only swallow her grievance.

The girls don't need to be angry. Soon all means of production and living materials such as land and food will belong to the collective. People in the same system will eat together, work together, and even sleep together.

The ideal society is flying towards us with a triumphant song, just wait for us to enjoy the paradise-like happiness.

A garment room is nothing.

Xiao Wei did not mistreat the three girls. In addition to various clothes, he gave each of them 150 yuan and asked them to take it back to supplement their family expenses: "Don't worry about living expenses. As long as you follow me, I guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing."

"Good. Four beauties, forever united in love, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky."

"We share the same hatred and the same enemy. Let's carry on and make progress. Fuck him."

The school added five more sewing machines, and Wen Yan and several others joined in advance.

Needless to say, the four girls became masters and were striding towards a carefree life with a newspaper and a cup of tea.

After the private-to-public transition, it was almost impossible for Xiao Wei and his colleagues to make money. The most they could get was their own salary, and with the public subsidies, they still lived a comfortable life.

But this obviously does not suit Xiao Wei's physique of making big money.

Until summer vacation came, I still hadn't thought of a way to make money.

The leaders said that many poor students volunteered to stay and make clothes, and hoped that they could take turns to take vacations and provide coaching guidance to the left-behind students.

This is of course no problem.

Guixiu already lives in the city and can come to work every day.

Xiaowei, Biyu and the others would just go home to take a look and return if everything was ok.

As soon as Biyu and the other two left, the house suddenly became unusually quiet.

The intense work of half a semester has finally come to a halt, and lying down and doing nothing is the life I most want to live.

Mao Tongxian, who rarely showed up this semester, came over and asked, "Have they left?"

Xiao Wei smiled and said, "Don't ask me when you already know the answer. What happened between you and Biyu?"

Mao Tongxian felt a little disappointed: "I don't know either. I always feel like something is wrong."

"Frank people don't speak in minced words. If you don't like someone, just say it as soon as possible. Otherwise, we can't even be friends. You are smarter than me, so you should know the importance of this."

"I know. But it's hard to say."

"You've been hiding on purpose this semester, thinking that Biyu wouldn't notice? Could it be that you did it on purpose?"

Mao Tongxian had no choice but to admit: "I just want to give Biyu some time to think about it."

"Shit. Don't you know that a short pain is worse than a long one?"

Mao Tongxian smiled bitterly: "The problem is that it can't be shortened. If the pain could be shortened, I would have said it long ago."

Xiao Wei was very surprised: "What's going on? Who do you like now?"

Mao Tongxian wanted to cry: "I've already told you, it won't be short, why are you still asking?"

Xiao Wei almost jumped three feet high: "Fuck. You are not still thinking about Luzhu. Fuck, fuck, how could this happen."

Xiao Wei was completely convinced.

When Mao Tongxian gave up Luzhu and wanted to be with Biyu, it took him half a semester to recover.

Now I want to go back, what a joke.

Xiao Wei was so angry that she yelled, "What do you think I am? My clothes? Don't be so indecisive. I am ashamed of you."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Wei cursed himself: Am I not also a fickle person? But so what, the eldest brother has to say the second brother.

Mao Tongxian really cried: "That's why I can't do anything. I'm such a scumbag."

Xiao Wei said bitterly, "I really can't help you with this. You'd better think it over carefully, and don't regret it after a semester."

Mao Tongxian sighed: "I have thought about it for so long, and I have thought it through clearly."

Xiao Wei was so angry that he paced back and forth, scratching his hair: "I don't know how Qian Xiuwen talked with Lu Zhu. This is what happened. I think we need to calm down for a while, don't rush to make a decision."

Mao Tongxian had no choice but to agree: "Okay. I'll listen to you and we'll talk about it later."

Then he asked Xiaowei when she would go home, and Xiaowei said that she still had some work to do at the garment factory and would be back after she was done.

Mao Tongxian said: "Many classmates don't understand. You are doing well and your business is booming, but suddenly they don't want you. What a loss."

Xiao Wei laughed and said, "This is called retreating at the peak of your career. I am not destined to be rich. I cannot sleep if I don't spend some money."

Mao Tongxian smiled: "I know you must have your own plans. We don't need to know, lest we be silenced."

Xiao Wei nodded: "Finally you hit the point. If I had a way, how could I avoid disaster by spending money?"

Mao Tongxian seconded the proposal: "I guessed right. The countryside is already trying to make everything public. No matter how reluctant you are, it's only a matter of time before this small workshop is confiscated."