The last time I took the fabric and went to a sewing shop to have it made to measure.
At that time, I saw a seamstress holding a tape measure. She was just like a replica of Grandma Rong. She almost didn’t take a sewing needle to prick the little brother who was being measured by her:
"Open your hands! Straighten them!"
"Turn around and don't stick your butt out!"
"Stand still, keep your belly in. If you don't have a belly, why are you bulging? Don't move!"
That little brother looks to be about the same age as me.
Luo Xuan saw that his clothes were in rags, and they were not much better than the clothes he was wearing...
When he stood there measuring his waist and arm length, there was no adult following him.
Come to think of it,
He was the same as himself: he was alone and came to the sewing club to make clothes.
I saw him stretching his arms, like a wooden figure used by martial artists to practice boxing, being pulled over and over by the seamstress...
"Stand still! Turn around and stand up!"
"Stay forward, who told you to stick your butt out?"
The seamstress seemed to have a special liking for spinning tops, and was rubbing him like a target for practice.
The little brother's face was full of grievances, tears welled up in his eyes, but he resisted crying.
Seeing this, Luo Xuan sighed secretly: I hope that when the time comes to measure my height and waist, I will find another tailor to measure me.
I just hope that when the time comes, I can be treated gently...
After a while, the customer in front took the measurements, and it was Luo Xuan's turn to step forward.
I am really afraid of what will happen!
Unlucky...
It was still the seamstress who came to measure myself.
The same formula, the same scolding voice as always: "Stand up, stand up straight... tighten your belly, what are you doing with that bulge in front?! Hey, why are you sticking your butt out?"
"Snapped--"
The seamstress slapped Luo Xuan on the butt!
She didn't hit her hard.
But it’s not very harmful, but it’s very insulting to yourself!
"Shopkeeper, please be kind and have mercy on me, a poor man. Don't scold me...I, I'm afraid."
Luo Xuan raised his head, stared at the dark roof, and begged for mercy: "I was just frugally saving money, and I pulled back two feet of red ribbon... No, it was two feet of foreign cloth. Please make me one, shopkeeper."
This piece of clothing makes for a lively Chinese New Year..."
"What are you mumbling about?"
The seamstress holding the measuring tape was stunned: "What shopkeeper?"
Luo Xuan lowered his head and looked coldly at the domineering seamstress in front of him, "Aren't you the owner of the shop?"
The seamstress was furious when she heard this: "You kid, what are you talking about? I am a glorious female employee of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative Sewing Service Cooperative!"
"Oh, so you're not the boss of the old society?"
Luo Xuan put down his arms, which were a little sore from lifting them for too long, and grabbed the measuring tape from her hand, "You'd better stop serving me. We poor people cannot afford to offend a master like you."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the employees and customers in the entire service agency stopped what they were doing.
They all stared blankly at Luo Xuan and the seamstress.
"You! You spit out blood!"
The seamstress was furious, pointed at Luo Xuan and shouted sharply: "Who is the master? You kid, how can you talk nonsense like this? Which production team are you from? I'm going to find your cadre to comment!"
"You should go."
Luo Xuan crumpled the measuring tape in his hand into a ball and threw it on the counter used for cutting fabrics. "Forget it, it's too far to go back to the production team. Why don't I accompany you to the supply and marketing cooperative office or the township office?"
Let's take a trip. How about it? Who doesn't dare to go, who is..."
As he spoke, Luo Xuan stretched out two fingers and made a 'crawling' motion.
Everyone knows what this gesture means: the turtle is crawling.
The seamstress seemed to have a background in the unit, and she was not afraid after hearing this, "Just leave! You are a guy who slandered my reputation. If you don't go, I will drag you there!"
"etc."
Luo Xuan stopped and asked, "Do you sell white cotton cloth used for lining in your store?"
The seamstress snorted coldly: "Yes, so what?"
Buying this kind of cotton cloth also requires cloth coupons, but the price difference that needs to be paid is not high.
Luo Xuan took out a piece of cloth and slapped it on the counter. "Pull me a few feet of cloth. I'm going to write on it the words 'The new bully of the sewing club, bullying poor members', and then we can go back with the banner."
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When the other employees in the sewing club heard this, they immediately panicked!
This one ran out, grabbed the seamstress, and asked her to apologize quickly;
The employee rushed over and patted Luo Xuan on the shoulder to calm the little brother down.
There were also some more senior employees who stood aside to smooth things over: "She has been busy at home these past two days, so she has a bad temper. Little brother, don't argue with him..."
Some employees persuaded me softly, "Come on, little brother, I'll measure you. I'll make sure I measure you properly and make your clothes beautiful!"
If it's a little bit inappropriate, how about you take it and throw it in my face, and I'll compensate you for the lost cloth?"
"Forget it, little comrade, this is our fault."
finally,
A middle-aged woman who looked like a leader came out and said, "Well, the employee with a bad attitude just now, we will ask her to apologize to you and write a review to the sewing club and the supply and marketing cooperative office. This matter
That’s how it is.”
Luo Xuan is a young man, and his clothes are also very shabby.
Therefore, this female cadre did not take Luo Xuan too seriously.
“If an apology works, why do we need rules and regulations?”
Luo Xuan said slowly: "In my opinion, we should hold the banner and walk around the streets of Hongxing Township first, and then go to the office of the supply and marketing cooperative to make a review."
"If by then the leaders of your supply and marketing cooperative feel that I am unreasonable."
Luo Xuan smiled at the female cadre and said, "Then I'll apologize to you. It's just an apology, and my teeth won't hurt."
When the female cadre heard this, her heart skipped a beat, knowing that today the sewing club was going through some serious trouble!
If it is true that what the young man in front of me said, he walked around the streets with a banner...
The consequences would be so sour...I can't imagine it!
The female cadre quickly pulled Luo Xuan aside and said, "Little comrade, if you don't like this, I'll replace you with a master with a good attitude and excellent workmanship to measure your size.
As for the cost of making clothes this time, just treat it as a fine imposed on her by our company. Do you think this is okay?"
The cost of making a set of clothes yourself is 1 yuan and 15 cents. The cost of crafting Xiaocao's set of clothes is 9 cents and 7 cents.
If you calculate it this way, you can save a little over 2 yuan.
Luo Xuan nodded, agreeing to the female cadre's peace terms.
Accept as soon as you see fit, win-win cooperation.
If you continue to make trouble, at worst, the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative will finally come forward and punish these cadres and workers in the sewing cooperative.
But in that case, you won't get even half a dime of benefit.
Have you been making trouble for a long time just to make yourself feel lonely?
That would be too unfair...
After Luo Xuan measured his height and weight, he gave the master tailor a rough explanation of Xiaocao's height, whether he was fat, short or thin.
Xiaocao stayed in the production team, she was still growing, she didn't have to go out, and she didn't have to talk about dressing appropriately and beautifully.
Therefore, when clothes are made for children in rural areas, they usually make them in a larger size and not in a size that is just right for them.
This way, you can wear it for two more years.
After handing the fabrics for his and Xiaocao's clothes to the counter, he received a number plate written on the head of the rag.
Luo Xuan turned around and left the sewing club.
Out the door.
I saw the young man who had been tortured by the seamstress before, standing at the door, looking nervously into the sewing club.
As soon as he saw Luo Xuan come out, he came up to him and asked in a low voice, "Brother, the public servants there didn't detain you?"
Luo Xuan was stunned, "Detain him? Why do they detain people?"
"You disrupted the work order of their unit and quarreled with them. Can they still let you go?"
The young man's hands were shaking nervously. He grabbed Luo Xuan's wrist and said, "I was scared to death! As soon as I heard you yelling with them, I ran out quickly."
Luo Xuan was confused when he heard this: "What does this have to do with you? Why are you running?"
The man smiled bitterly: "I also know it has nothing to do with me, but I'm just afraid!"
After hearing this, Luo Xuan finally understood: It turns out that the guy in front of him is as timid as a mouse.
This kind of thing may not be understood by many people in future generations.
But during this period, many people in production teams lived in slightly remote areas, not to mention young men like him who were only 13 or 4 years old.
Even many adults in their early 20s are timid as hell!
As soon as they see the public family, they are like a mouse seeing a cat. They can't even talk or walk...
Luo Xuan patted him on the shoulder and said: "You need to fight for your own rights."
After saying that, he left him and walked straight away.
After the big fuss at the service center last time, when Luo Xuan came to pick up clothes this time, the attitude of the employees inside had obviously improved.
When they saw Luo Xuan swaggering in, they did not say hello to Luo Xuan.
But the two tailors standing at the door nodded at Luo Xuan as a greeting.
It's just that they didn't bow like the greeting ladies at the hotel door in later generations.
Bad review.
After picking up the clothes, I immediately went to the daily necessities store of the supply and marketing cooperative to buy myself two pairs of shoes.
There are many types of shoes on the market: Jiefang shoes, white sneakers, cloth shoes, leather shoes, and sandals.
Looking at the shiny pointed leather shoes on the counter, Luo Xuan finally resisted his inner impulse and did not buy a pair for himself.
I want to live on campus.
After washing your feet in the dormitory, you need to use slippers.
So salesperson Luo Xuan brought over a pair of slippers to show himself.
When the salesperson put the slippers on the counter, Luo Xuan's pupils involuntarily dilated, dilated, and then dilated again...
What kind of slippers are these?
In this world, there are actually slippers made from waste car tires, cut and cut, sewn and sewn, and made of this kind of waste rubber?
Luo Xuan estimated that if he put on these slippers, he would have to pinch his nose and run away even if the infamous 'Hong Kong athlete's foot' was in front of him.
