My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

Chapter 109 The handicraft workshop is no longer viable!

Zhou Ruoyu was also unusually busy today. Mid-Autumn Festival had passed and the weather was gradually turning cooler, so it was time to buy new autumn clothes. The military wives, having tasted the sweetness of life, didn't want to sit idle. As long as they got moving, they could earn money. Who wouldn't want to be bothered by money?

Ding Peipei came back from school on her bicycle, carrying a popular Beijing fashion magazine in her bag. She excitedly came to Zhou Ruoyu and said, "Sister Xiaoyu, come and see! The trousers we processed last time are exactly the same as those worn by famous stars!"

Several military wives had already gathered at the gate of Zhou Shufen's house to chat. Now they no longer spent their days chatting and eating melon seeds as they did before, but instead exchanged sewing experiences with each other. Several people, including Li Guihua, also joined in, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Ding Peipei's words immediately perked up everyone. Zhou Shufen smiled and said, "I've always said that the clothes and skirts drawn by Xiaoyu will definitely be popular. Do you believe me now?"

Li Guihua eagerly squeezed in front of Zhou Ruoyu and said, "Sister, when can you make money? You have to bring your sister-in-law with you."

The other military wives also echoed: "Yes, yes, when will there be work to do? We have been idle for several days."

Zhou Ruoyu took the fashion magazine from Ding Peipei's hand with a smile and flipped through it casually. The picture showed a popular movie star at that time, wearing fashion styles popular in the 1970s. The style and color of the trousers she wore were almost the same as those of the previous batch.

"Is it possible that what she is wearing was designed by one of you?" Zhou Ruoyu looked at everyone with a smile.

"So, maybe the straight-leg trousers we make could be worn by celebrities and featured in fashion magazines?"

Ding Peipei looked incredulous and took the magazine again, looking at it from left to right, as if she wanted to confirm that the pants were made by her.

Zhou Ruoyu nodded, her face full of confidence: "Everything is possible. I know the style I designed. If no one has the same concept as me, then what she is wearing is made by us."

This sentence cheered everyone up again. Zhou Ruoyu saw it and felt a little excited. This was what she wanted. She was getting closer and closer to her goal.

"Since everyone wants to make money so badly, I'll try harder. I also want to keep everyone employed long-term. What do you think?"

"That's great," Li Guihua was the first to speak up. "I made twenty yuan, and my husband stopped giving me the cold shoulder. If I could make money every day, would I be able to give him the cold shoulder?"

This sentence made everyone laugh, but it was also enough to prove the fact that money is the hard truth. If a woman is not financially independent, she will have a hard time living on her wealth.

Zhou Ruoyu kept her word and borrowed Ding Peipei's newly bought bicycle to find Li Ming. She found that apart from her, who had a soul from the afterlife, Li Ming seemed to have a natural foresight in fashion trends and was always in sync with her. He was a rare business partner.

Li Ming is reading the same fashion magazine. With talent and hard work, the buried gold will eventually shine.

"The current handicraft workshop model is too passive. Can you help me come up with a plan?" Zhou Ruoyu went straight to the point and stated her purpose directly.

Li Ming put down the magazine, pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then said solemnly, "The policy is still unclear. If we don't make clothes in this workshop-style model, we might be accused of speculation. Since you're a military family member, it might also affect Captain Lu."

Li Ming's parents are still undergoing reform on the farm, so it is no exaggeration to say that he is living a very cautious life now.

"There are always more solutions than problems. I just want a solution that satisfies both sides."

Zhou Ruoyu threw the ball back to Li Ming without hesitation. People always need to be pushed and their potential needs to be tapped.

Li Ming is a typical example. His family has extensive connections. Although his parents were sent to a farm for reform, he has resources. It would be a pity not to dig deeper into these resources.

Li Ming felt his scalp tingling as Zhou Ruoyu looked at him meaningfully. After this period of contact, he understood Zhou Ruoyu: Since you want to cooperate with me, please help me clear all obstacles.

"I have no other options, so I can only rely on you." Zhou Ruoyu put a big hat heavily on Li Ming's head.

Li Ming looked up at the sky in silence: "My dear aunt, if I had those connections, I would have gone it alone long ago, and I wouldn't have been able to do those sneaky and shady little businesses."

"Our cooperation is no small business. I don't even need to calculate how much you made from these transactions. What you just said makes even your ambition laugh at you."

Zhou Ruoyu blinked, her eyes still full of anticipation.

Li Ming stared at her for a few seconds before finally giving in. "Then I'll give it a try. You know the Li family has fallen on hard times, and many of our old acquaintances are avoiding us, let alone collaborating."

There is hope after letting go. Zhou Ruoyu held up five fingers and said, "I'll come back to see you in five days."

By the time she got home, the sun was setting. The group of military wives who had gathered at the Zhu family's gate had already gone home to cook, leaving only Zhou Shufen behind.

When Zhou Shufen saw Zhou Ruoyu approaching from afar, she waved and said, "I made some steamed buns. Can you have dinner here?"

Thinking of how Lu Qinchuan had been so distracted when he was arguing with Lai Yunlong about the divorce earlier in the morning, Zhou Ruoyu felt a pang of anxiety and declined, "No, there's a sick person at home. If I don't like her anymore, it wouldn't be nice for me to go out and eat alone."

After thinking about it, Zhou Shufen nodded and shouted into the house, "Daya, bring some steamed buns to Auntie!"

Soon Daya came out with a basket filled with five or six big, soft buns: "Auntie, these are for you!"

Patting Daya's head, Zhou Ruoyu asked with a smile, "What did Daya learn in school? Why didn't you tell me?"

Daya didn't correct her name as usual. She just pursed her lips and whispered, "I don't know it very well. My classmates all laugh at me."

Zhou Shufen glared: "Whoever dares to laugh at our Daya, mom will take you to find them tomorrow!"

"It's mainly because I'm too stupid. I can never learn..." Daya hurriedly stopped Zhou Shufen from continuing, "Auntie, please go quickly. The steamed buns will soon be cold."

Zhou Ruoyu wanted to say something but stopped herself, but seeing that the little girl seemed reluctant to speak, she smiled and said goodbye to the mother and daughter and went home.

Lu Xiaohua had just come out of the kitchen on crutches. When she saw her carrying steamed buns, she asked, "Didn't you ask me to cook? Why are you bringing back steamed buns?"

"You can still cook with an injured leg. I really underestimated you."

Zhou Ruoyu curled her lips, brushed past Lu Xiaohua, and asked, "What are you cooking? It tastes pretty good."

"Oil-splashed noodles..."