Since 1983

Chen Xiaoxu felt that he was crazy.

Not only did he lead Xu Fei to the abandoned warehouse and hide the four sacks of rags, but he also followed him into the house of a pretty widow.

She felt that it was quite fresh, and there was a hint of excitement in the freshness, which had never been felt before.

The woman was in her twenties, and her spirit was very low. There was nothing in the house except for a sewing machine. This person's surname is Fang, Zhang Guiqin's distant relative, and he doesn't have much contact with him. My husband died last year, my child is in elementary school, and life is very difficult. The sewing machine was a bride price when we got married.

"Auntie, do you think this can be done?"

He took out a pattern, the woman looked at it, and said weakly: "I haven't done it before, so I can't tell."

"It's just putting the cloth pieces together. Here's an exploded view."

He took out a few more small pieces of paper, Chen Xiaoxu looked at them, and saw some geometric figures drawn on the paper, with different sizes and shapes, and the size was marked.

Immediately afterwards, he took out four long blue cloth strips, two of which were darker and two of which were lighter, and placed them on the table in the order of alternate shades, saying: "This is a noodle, you cut it first. , and put it together into one piece, 30cm long and 24cm wide."

The woman understood for a while before nodding, "Let me try."

She cut the cloth strips according to the requirements, stepped on the sewing machine, and it was finished in no time. Xu Fei picked it up and took a look. The size was right, the stitches were dense, and the dark thread was embedded in the middle of the cloth strip, which was well covered by the blue background.

"No wonder everyone praises your craftsmanship, which is no worse than that of the master."

"No, no..."

The woman is very introverted, but she also has a little self-confidence, and then made a few more faces to fight together.

Chen Xiaoxu understood, and wondered, "Are you making schoolbags?"

"What schoolbag? It's called a women's shoulder bag."

Xu Fei picked up the prototype bag and said, "Add two more straps on top, it should be longer, just try it and see the size."

The girl took it and put it on her waist, feeling the length of her shoulders, "It's almost here, what should I do if it's not the same height as me?"

"I bought an adjustable buckle, which can be adjusted in length."

"What about the opening, do you have a zipper?"

"No zippers, let's use clasps."

"Packle..."

Chen Xiaoxu imagined it in his head, unexpectedly it was quite suitable.

Women seem to be very talented in this aspect, and they were immediately inspired to participate in the design very actively. Finally, under the comprehensive opinions of the two, a simple and elegant lady's satchel is freshly baked.

Aunt Fang touched it in her hand and looked at it, she was also very happy, "I think it's a bit plain, can you add some flowers and plants or something?"

"Okay, I'll give you a pattern."

Xu Fei's pocket was like Doraemon, and he found five more pieces of paper. Except for one that can be seen as a hat, the rest are all out of shape and weird.

"You practice with paper first, and then cut it with cloth. I have numbered them all, 1, 3, 5 are in white, 2, 4 are in gray."

Aunt Fang didn't know why, but she was obedient, and after a long time of tinkering, she finally added the pattern. The effect was dramatic enough to make both women jump for joy, their eyes sparkling.

"Auntie, according to this standard, how long does it take to make a bag?"

"Two hours."

"Two hours..."

Xu Fei estimated the cost, and said, "How about making one for fifty cents? First make six, three shoulder bags, and three hand bags."

"Fifty cents?"

Aunt Fang was taken aback, not because she thought it was cheap, but because she took too much care of herself.

Fifty cents doesn't sound like much, but she does six a day, which is three yuan. If the business is good and the shipment volume is large, it will be 90 yuan a month, which is higher than the salary of many people.

Thinking about it this way, the woman was a little worried, "If you mess around with this, nothing will happen, right?"

"What could happen? I'm so clever."

No matter how you say it, only women tremblingly agree to cooperate. There is no way, some people are used to honesty, and have to weigh up every pie that falls from the sky, whether to pick it up and eat it or go around it.

Afterwards, Xu Fei left a few drawings for Aunt Fang, made an appointment to pick up the goods tomorrow, and took Chen Xiaoxu out of the house.

The two of them were walking on the road, the girl twisted her neck, and started to look and look again.

"I read them all in books, and I decided to give it a try after thinking about it for a long time."

He didn't wait for the other party to ask, he took the initiative to confess: "I think the people in the city have a little money now, so there should be people who like it. Don't be afraid, I will sell it by myself tomorrow, and it has nothing to do with you if something happens."

"Pooh!"

Chen Xiaoxu spat and said, "In your eyes, am I that kind of person? Where do you want to sell it?"

"Anshan Iron and Steel."

"Oh, that would be a nice place."

The girl nodded and emphasized again, "Remember to call me tomorrow, and you are not allowed to act without authorization!"

Xu Fei was surprised, and asked, "Aren't you annoying, why are you so active?"

"I'm bothered by nonsense, it's interesting, why don't I participate?"

"Fine."

He was noncommittal.

As the evening approached, it was time to get off work. White shirts and bicycles flooded the street, rushing away from the still high sun, grinding the dust of this era, eloquently.

Both of them stopped talking, Chen Xiaoxu lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Xu Fei was even more distracted. He was obviously walking on the road with a delicate, mean, and weak girl, but what flashed in his mind was the gentle figure in his previous life who was keen on DIY tailoring and was almost married.

Can not go back.

………………

Xu Fei never imagined that one day he would be able to ride a fucking bicycle with Chen Xiaoxu on the bike, and then speculate together.

The two families were also very strange, the children suddenly became clingy, and they were sneaking around for a day and didn't know what to do - we didn't dare to ask!

The girl sat sideways in the back seat, holding a big burden in her hand, and hesitated with the other hand, not knowing whether to hold it or not. In the end, I was still very conservative, holding the car seat all the way to the destination.

Under their feet is a city with clear boundaries, neatly divided by a long railway. The east of the road is the Ansteel family area, the west is the industrial and residential area, the north is the Ansteel main factory area, and the south is the urban area.

The place Xu Fei chose was in the northeast corner, and he found a shaded place. He laid out a large bundle of fur skins, and the six bundles were clear.

Not far away is a huge factory gate, with streets and buses inside, and you can't see the end at a glance. On the other side are dense houses, and there is a hospital nearby.

"This is Angang!" the girl envied.

"Yes, Angang!"

Xu Fei's tone was complicated and his feelings were deeper.

How important was Angang from post-liberation to the early 1990s? The core idea of ​​the five-year plan of a certain stage of the central government is to concentrate the resources of the whole country and make every effort to build Anshan Iron and Steel Co., Ltd.

At that time, more than 500 cadres above the county and prefecture level were transferred from all over the country, and more than 500 highly educated engineering technicians and management personnel were recruited from central and southern China, just to fill the gap.

A Northeast writer described: “At that time, a large number of factories sprang up on the vast and empty black land, and then there were cities, and these factories were the backbone of the city.”

The 1980s was still the glorious period of Anshan Iron and Steel Company, with more than 100,000 employees and more than 500 affiliated units, including hospitals, kindergartens, primary and secondary schools, and even funeral parlors, fire brigades, farms, and barber shops.

Really, it supports the lifeline of the city.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Jingle Bell!"

The two waited for a while, and soon it was lunch break, when a large number of workers appeared in various factory areas, family buildings, hospitals, markets and other places also became commotions.

Liu Xiaoman is a nurse at Anshan Iron and Steel Hospital. His father and two elder brothers are both in the factory, and their positions are not low.

She is the youngest, spoiled since she was a child, likes new things, and spends money a bit extravagantly.

Just now, she got angry with her colleagues and was not in the mood to eat, so she wanted to go out for a stroll. I was going to a department store, but as soon as I walked out the door, I saw two strange guys opposite.

A man and a woman, the woman is leaning on a bicycle, and the man is squatting on the ground with a piece of cloth covered.

Selling things?

Liu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, this is not the capital or the south, it's so strange to see a stall in Ancheng! She didn't care about any department store, so she bumped across the road.

"somebody is coming!"

Chen Xiaoxu was suddenly nervous, and felt that he should say hello, but he couldn't open his mouth, and then he heard the guy start to flicker, "Come and have a look, the shoulder bag is handmade, the material I found is fashionable, durable, and durable. You can't find a second..."

What a big tone!

Liu Xiaoman curled her lips, she had never seen anything good, but her eyes rolled down, and she couldn't leave immediately.

The six small bags looked a bit shabby, but they had never seen such a style and style.

She picked up a satchel casually, with a blue base, and the front and back sides were also blue.

It has two thin straps sewn on it so it can be worn over the shoulders. There is no zipper, but two rows of small butterfly buttons are sewn together, which are fastened together like a cheongsam.

What attracted her most was the novel decorative pattern on the lower right of the front.

I didn't see it at first glance, but after a closer look, it was a little girl in a hat and a white skirt. The style is weird, the hat completely covers the face, there are no facial features, and the body is very small, but when combined, the proportions are extremely coordinated.

The more Liu Xiaoman looked at it, the more he fell in love with it. Without this pattern, the whole would be very old-fashioned, but after adding it, it unexpectedly gave off a very comfortable feeling.

She didn't say it clearly, but in later generations there is a standard vocabulary to sum it up, Xiaoqingxin.

"how much is this?"

"Six!"

Chen Xiaoxu's eyes widened, brother, didn't you say five yuan before, she thinks five yuan is expensive!

"Six yuan? How dare you ask for it!"

Liu Xiaoman was also taken aback, staring at the young stall owner, "You're brave enough, aren't you afraid I'll report you?"

"At first glance, you are a good young man in the new era. You are different from those old guys with a rigid mind. You are so young, beautiful, lively and cute. My bag is the icing on the cake, but you still look good without my bag. Why do you report such a boring thing? matter?"

Xu Fei didn't panic at all, Balabala came again.

"Ha ha!"

Liu Xiaoman laughed, "You're really poor. If you don't know, you think you're from the capital! But your bag is expensive, so let's make it cheaper."

"Small business, just earn hard money, look at my material, this handwork..."

"Pull it down! It looks like labor cloth. If you want to use silk, I will give you ten yuan."

"Silk can't be used as a bag either. Labor cloth is a little soiled, but it's durable. Can you carry it for three days or three years? Besides, look at this style. It's not me. There's no other one on the market."

The two argued for a long time, Xu Fei killed six yuan, and when he saw that the fire was almost ready, he pretended to be helpless, and took out another thing, "This is what I am going to sell, you have to buy it sincerely, the price is six yuan, I'll give you one."

Liu Xiaoman took it and took a look. It was a palm-sized red cloth bag, long and long, with a solitary bamboo on it that was strong and straight. The bag was tied with an elastic band, simple and beautiful.

"This is a pencil case, it is very convenient to hold a pen, eraser, small comb and so on."

"Pen case..."

Liu Xiaoman likes it again. Whether it is a satchel or a pencil case, they are actually quite rough, but they are better than the smart design and the aesthetic taste beyond this era.

Today's clothing is square and square, rigid and serious, and there is no half-money creativity.

"Okay, six yuan is six yuan!" She didn't ink anymore.

"Bright! There are shoulder bags and hand bags, which one do you think is suitable?"

Liu Xiaoman tried, but still chose the satchel. Until she wiped her body and walked away, Chen Xiaoxu was still dazed, "This, is this sold?"

"Yes, it's sold."

"That's six dollars?"

"Small, it's just opened!"

Xu Fei stuffed the money into his pocket, also in high spirits.

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