Li Qiao was surprised that it was mailed to her home. She got the letter and opened it. Han Ting said that on the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, a few of them wanted to come and see her, but they didn't know if it was convenient or not.

Of course it's convenient for her.

She was about to receive the letter when she felt the burning gaze beside her. She turned her face and met Qin Jin's eyes. She couldn't help but blush: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Let me see what is written in the letter."

Li Qiao coldly said: "What can I write? Of course I am in love behind your back."

Qin Jin: "." You have to make him angry, right? He's not angry at all!

There were many letters at the end of the year, but Li Qiao did not choose to correspond. She asked Qin Jin to send a telegram.

Then he told him Han Ting's address and the content of his reply.

Qin Jin muttered as he went out: "You have changed! In the past, when it was cold in winter, you never wanted me to go out to enjoy the cold wind. Now..."

She's ready to help.

How did the doll get there?

It's okay to help others, but it shouldn't affect yourself.

"That's the selling price. The price is cheap. I can only make a profit without losing money."

Hearing this, Ma Hongxiang planned to follow over and take a look. She paused and said, "Does your family need permanent temporary workers?"

Ma Hongxiang exclaimed: "Ninety a month, so much."

Li Qiao retracted his hand: "Do you do this every day? What is this used for?"

Li Qiao: "Can I wear this flower?" It's so earthy.

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I heard from the school employees that they only have forty or fifty yuan a month.

Li Qiao couldn't help but walked out from behind the tree: "Can I be your mother? I should have a stable job in the future, and your father will not be short of money for his business."

After class, she went to the library to read. Ma Hongxiang found her and whispered: "Li Qiao, are you selling cotton-padded clothes?"

"Okay, how much does it cost?"

She woke up suddenly.

Li Qiao returned to school the next day.

After saying that, he took out the warm pastry from his pocket.

Li Qiao thought to himself, you lead a group of second-rate people around all day long, and you are arrested every now and then to receive criticism and education. Why don't you let grandma worry about it?

He was left alone looking at the empty yard, his mouth pursed and trying not to cry.

Qin Jin: "...I'm not mumbling. I'm thinking about buying some snacks for you later." He left.

After turning two pages, I felt sleepy, so I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Li Qiao continued: "We have a lot of materials at home, and the fabrics are all cut. You know how to use a sewing machine. Come with me later, choose the fabrics yourself, and just ask the workers inside how to fill and sew them."

Suddenly, I heard a scolding sound.

"If you are not in a hurry to go home during the holidays, you can go over there and work. You can work for five days with just two clothes on," Li Qiao said.

Li Qiao: "Can you step on a sewing machine?"

This mother is beautiful.

When Li Qiao saw it, it was snowflake cake. She said while eating, "Maybe it's my son." The dream she just had felt so real and inexplicably touching. If it was really her son, then the little guy had arranged it.

It took a red line of 1,100 baskets to get the chance to be her child.

Li Qiao was startled by the sudden sound of his appearance. He was so far away just now, how could he suddenly appear? When she calmed down, the little boy had already sat in his original position and started working silently.

Not as comfortable as when you were studying.

The child is kind-hearted and almost wastes his own time in order to help others.

No wonder people say that those who are useless are scholars.

Li Qiao: "What are you mumbling about?"

"Yue Lao's red line, I don't know what it is for. It's 100 baskets every day. It was the last basket just now. In order to be your child, I must complete the last 100 baskets according to the regulations."

Li Qiao went into the room and leaned against the bedside to read.

He was the first to pack it up and was about to leave with the basket. The two female dolls next to him cried:

"I can't keep it tidy no matter what. I don't want to be without a mother."

The supervisor did not stop her, so she stayed next to the child. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. Not to mention, it looked very similar to the photo of Qin Jin when he was a child. But his photo was black and white, and the doll in front of her was colorful, carved with pink and jade, and the baby was breathing.

Called.

"Yes, I used to borrow other people's sewing machines to make my own clothes."

Li Qiao understood that Ma Hongxiang wanted to work during the winter vacation. After thinking about it, she said: "Okay, I'll tell the person later that your salary will be the same as the apprentices here. It's 90 a month, but it's quite tiring. Seven in the morning

O'clock, six o'clock in the evening, and a half-hour break at noon. If you live on campus, you won't be able to eat with them in the morning, but there will be someone to deliver meals at noon. Also, how much did you spend on meals? It's time to tell me when school starts. I'll help you.

Reimbursement and wages will be paid to you at that time."

Li Qiao was very curious. It turned out that Yuelao's red thread was arranged by a child. In order not to disturb him, she stopped talking and stayed with him quietly. His little hands were very flexible, one basket at a time, one basket at a time, and soon he was

It was sorted. Just as she was about to congratulate her, the person suddenly disappeared.

Take a stroll here, take a stroll there.

In an open space, a group of baby dolls sat in a row, with a basket of messy red thread in front of them, and they were all immersed in sorting it out.

Qin Jin's voice echoed in his ears: "Qiaoqiao, I'm back. Look what I bought." He held up the bouquet in his hand and shook it.

Did he deliberately want to trouble her?

Li Qiao: "Sell, but those cotton-padded clothes are thin and are sold to the south, so they are not suitable for wearing here."

Ma Hongxiang: "A cotton-padded coat costs more than ten yuan a piece, and you can get two pieces every five days? You're going to die at a loss."

When the children heard it, they worked hard to sort it out.

Two men in weird clothes supervise the work: "Whoever fails to tidy up within the prescribed time will have no mother."

Excluding daily expenses, there is basically not much left in a month.

There is no more supervisor.

He wanted to run over, but the supervisor next to him stopped him: "This mother is both talented and beautiful. The red line of 1,000 baskets is not enough. You have to sort out another 100 baskets within an hour."

"I need to complete this myself before I can count." The little boy said in a cute voice.

The little boy's eyes lit up.

One of the beautiful little boys was particularly fast.

The little boy hesitated for a second and sat down again, helping the ones on the left to finish, and then the ones on the right. After such a delay, all the children had tidied up and were allowed to leave.

She stepped forward and hid behind a tree to take a look.

She looked at the supervisor and tentatively walked towards the child.

"Our winters are almost as cold as here. I originally wanted to buy new cotton-padded clothes for my parents, even if they are thin."

I had a dream, and I was in a peach blossom forest with beautiful mountains and clear waters and pleasant scenery.

Not only is it crude but also childish.

Qin Jin said: "Sons are just sons. Sons can worry less. For example, I haven't let my grandma worry about me many times since I was a child."

"I'm not wearing it for you, I'm buying it for my future daughter." Qin Jin was very excited.

From now on, she will teach her children to be selfish.

Li Qiao: "Even though there are so many of them now, we scholars will be the ones who get the most money in the future." Workers' wages are probably only higher in the past ten years. She remembers that after the wave of layoffs in history, the status of workers was lower.

Ma Hongxiang: "You are good at comforting people, but if you say this, the workers will definitely not believe it." She didn't believe it either. "Do you have classes in the afternoon? Why don't you leave now?"

"No class, let's go!"

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