Qiao Songzhi looked at them with a smile, her smile faded slightly. She twisted her fingers and hesitated, "Qingqing, tell me, I also set up a stall to sell things. Will anyone buy it?"

Qiao Qingqing listened intently, "Mom, what do you want to sell?"

"It's knitwear." Qiao Songzhi whispered, "The sweaters and scarves I knit are all very beautiful. I knitted all the sweaters, vests, and hats you wore when you were a child. In fact, when I was working in a store in my hometown, I knitted them in my spare time.

Some are hung in the store, and sometimes people buy them.”

She was very hesitant. The weather was so hot now and there was no market for knitwear.

But what can she do?

When she was fleeing, her thoughts were all on escaping. Once she settled down, her whole heart was like duckweed finding its home, and she began to think about life.

People always have to find something to do. The clothes they accumulated have been washed and the house has been cleaned. So what else can they do?

Qiao Qingqing understands her mother's mood. In fact, her mother's mood is the same as that of her parents-in-law. Only when they have something to do can they be truly happy.

No matter what kind of job it is.

"Mom, there is no market for sweaters and scarves. We can change our thinking." Qiao Qingqing continued to persuade, "Look, your craftsmanship is real and never deviates from the same principles. If there is no market for sweaters, you can knit other things. It's not

Knitwear is just for keeping warm. Have you ever seen children wearing flowers on their heads? You can knit accessories. As long as they look good, people will buy them."

“There are really people who are willing to buy so many people that they don’t have enough to eat.”

"There are also people who have good family conditions and don't have to worry about material things, so they have spiritual pursuits."

In her previous life, Qiao Qingqing worked as a tutor, and her employer had very high requirements for gender, education, graduation school, GPA, CET-4 and CET-6 certificates, etc. To be more realistic, there had been a natural disaster for five or six years, and no one had ever escaped.

There is no way to bring everything together, but something will always be missed or lost. If you want a degree certificate, graduation certificate, or other certificates, maybe someone will bring those pieces of paper with you, but it can be specific about your grades in school.

It was a fantasy that proposed such weird and harsh conditions, and the recruitment letter attracted countless complaints.

If Qiao Qingqing hadn't had a space where all her things from her studies were stored, including the final transcripts of each semester printed out from the machine, she still wouldn't have been able to get that job.

Qiao Songzhi understood and finally solved this problem. She relaxed and said excitedly, "Then I will do some research first and think of a few good-looking styles."

Qiao Qingqing smiled and nodded, "I will help you. I can use wood to make a clip. Then you can nail the finished product on and it will be a hairpin."

"That's great." Qiao Songzhi turned around and went back to the house, "I'm going to dig through the suitcase and take out the wool I saved before and sort it out. By the way, I can also dry it in the sun for disinfection."

"Let's go upstairs." Shao Sheng'an smiled and held her hand.

"Um."

The two went upstairs, and Qiao Qingqing said, "Mom will prepare a backpack for you, but I won't pack it away."

"Bring me some ointment, the kind that can treat swollen and painful joints. My work captain has been feeling uncomfortable in his joints recently. He can't do it alone and has to find a helper. He happened to meet me and I wanted to give him some ointment."

"Yes, I'll do it."

Shao Sheng'an's work demands were very urgent. Two hours after returning home, he packed up his things and prepared to go out.

"You can wait until I come back to set up the stall."

"It's okay. You can work peacefully. I'll take care of it."

Hearing what she said, Shao Sheng'an knew that his wife was planning to set up the stall on her own. He silently thought about finishing the work in the villa as soon as possible and going home to help. He waved his hand, "Then I will go over. Please stay safe at home."

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"Be careful to prevent heatstroke and sun exposure, drink plenty of water," Shao's mother warned.

"Be safe when riding," Qiao Songzhi reminded.

Shao's father will not officially go to work until three days later. He has to go through the onboarding process first and receive uniforms and work tools. When he is at home, he first makes a pushcart for Qiao Qingqing.

"Just use the tricycle at home to modify it. If the wheel of the tricycle is broken, it's okay. I'll replace it with a new one. Qingqing, do you have any new tires?"

Qiao Qingqing nodded. Before the end of the world, she sold her family's car and replaced it with two motorcycle tricycles, a pedal tricycle, and ten bicycles. She also had a large number of replacement tires and repair parts. So far, she has only depreciated one dollar.

Sheng'an has a motorcycle tricycle, and Sheng'an rode a bicycle to work two days ago. The storage of "transportation" and spare tire parts at home is still sufficient.

"The roads in the base are smooth and easy to walk on. The tires are definitely not that easy to break. I will replace them right away." Father Shao said with a smile.

After changing the wheels, Shao's father helped Qiao Qingqing move the tables and chairs to the tricycle so that she could use them when setting up the stall. Then when the day of reporting came, he happily went to work.

Qiao Qingqing and Shao's mother went to see Shao's father working on a nearby street. He was riding a tricycle with four trash cans piled on top of it. Brooms and dustpans were tied to the car. As he stepped on the tricycle, the broom head

Swinging it around seems to show his happy mood when he is immersed in work.

After being fully prepared, Qiao Qingqing started setting up the stall.

On the first day of setting up a stall, her mother accompanied her. She drove the tricycle under the wall on the left side of the community entrance and advertised "Barefoot Dr. Joe."

When Qiao Songzhi saw this sign, she wanted to laugh, "Really use this?"

"Of course, this is written by Sheng An. Mom, don't you think the writing is good?"

Well, Qiao Songzhi satisfied her daughter's rare childlike innocence and made no further objections.

The solar lamp is hung on the car and illuminates the stall like a small sun.

There was a lot of people around. Qiao Songzhi looked around and could see that there were other stalls on this street. Some stalls were dark and hidden in the darkness. Only the outline of the stall owner could be vaguely seen. Some stalls either lit candles or lit candles.

She turned on the flashlight. She said to Qiao Qingqing, "There are many people setting up stalls. I wonder if the urban management will come to collect stall fees in the future."

"We'll talk about the future later. Let's do the business at hand first." Qiao Qingqing arranged the chair, "Mom, sit down."

Qiao Songzhi sat down, opened her backpack, took out a crochet hook and thread and started to crochet. Qiao Qingqing looked at it for a while and said, "Mom, are you crocheting a bow?"

"Can you see it? Yes, it's a bow. I used to see that many little girls like to wear bows on their heads. You also liked it when you were a child. You liked the pink bow with pink diamonds the most, but you didn't like it after you entered junior high school.

Don’t like it anymore.”

It was such a long memory that Qiao Qingqing rummaged through her memory before remembering it. She smiled helplessly, "Mom, isn't that young? I'm already old when I'm in junior high school, so why do I still have the nerve to wear the accessories worn by little girls?"

"Why can't you wear it? I'll put it on you first, okay?" Qiao Songzhi looked at her expectantly.

When Qiao Qingqing met her eyes, she was reluctant to refuse, "Okay, then you should be smaller and don't be too exaggerated."

"It won't be exaggerated, it will look good."

On the first night of setting up the stall, Qiao Qingqing only had one business, and Chi Yuxiu from next door came to help. She bought three plasters for her mother-in-law because she had a sore back. The reward was five kilograms of sweet potatoes, and Qiao Qingqing accepted it.

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There are quite a few people who come to inquire. Nighttime is a good opportunity for everyone to go out to do errands and hang out while avoiding the scorching sun. After frequent rodent control operations at the base, the safety of the streets has been improved. People have been staying in this safe community these days.

, it was actually very lively at night. Qiao Qingqing’s stall was the brightest on the whole street. Residents nearby came out to enjoy the cool air and walked around. When they were tired, they found a place to sit for a while, and finally they all gathered in front of her stall.

"You are a doctor. There are so many doctors at such a young age."

"What kind of light is this of yours? Why is it so bright?"

"Solar lanterns. I knew I would buy a few for my home. Now I want to buy one and I don't know where to buy it."

"Hey girl, do you want to sell this lamp?"

Qiao Songzhi muttered, "How come we are like those setting up a stall selling lanterns?"

Qiao Qingqing couldn't laugh or cry, "It's okay, if someone pays attention to our lights, then people will pay attention to our sign in the future."

After I got home and told Shao's mother, she said, "Isn't it good? There are so many people in front of the stall. It's safe. Bad people don't dare to do bad things in front of so many people."

Qiao Songzhi hadn't thought about this angle before. She was stunned when she heard what Shao's mother said, "Yeah, I'm confused, haha."

On the side, Shao Shengfei was asking Qiao Qingqing, "Sister, can I go next time? I also want to set up a stall."

"Okay, then you discuss it with your mother, and if she agrees, I will take you along, okay?"

Shao Shengfei quickly asked Shao’s mother, “Mom, can I go?”

Shao's mother was afraid that he would cause trouble to Qiao Qingqing. This was not just for fun, but for serious business of setting up a stall to make money.

"Feifei is a good boy and won't get into trouble. If you agree to let him go, I will help you keep an eye on him." Qiao Songzhi said.

Shao's mother agreed and told Shao Shengfei again to be obedient.

The next day, Shao Shengfei went together as expected.

There was finally business today. A middle-aged man from our neighborhood came out quickly. After looking around, he ran straight towards their stall.

"You are a doctor, right? My grandson accidentally fell down and is complaining of pain in his ankle. Can you see him?"

Upon seeing the business, Qiao Songzhi and Shao Shengfei both sat up straight and looked at Qiao Qingqing.

Qiao Qingqing nodded, "Bring the child here and let me see it."

"Hey, hey, wait a minute."

Five minutes later, a man came over with a five-year-old child in his arms. After careful inspection, Qiao Qingqing said, "It's a sprained tendon, not a broken bone. I'll just rub him with medicinal wine. If he wants to get better,

Hurry up, I can also get some ointment and wrap it for him, but the weather is too hot now, and the bandage can only be used for one day. You have to help him untie it, otherwise the ointment will deteriorate and the skin will be too stuffy, which may cause allergies and discomfort.

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The man said, "Dr. Qiao, give him a massage first and let me see the effect."

Qiao Qingqing's technique was practiced on many injured patients. The pain on the child's face faded, and he raised his head: "Grandpa, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Really"

"It really doesn't hurt anymore."
To be continued...