There was a time when things were so boring that I started licking plaster.
Unfortunately... it didn't really taste like anything.
...
Upon hearing what Daya said, Chen Changhai began calculating in his mind, and soon came up with a plan—
Daya is still young, so her wages can't be calculated like an experienced tailor's, cheap!
Lots of fabric scraps, and these tiny pieces are practically worthless, a bargain!
Time-consuming and effort-intensive... who cares!
There's no rush anyway!
Wear them in summer, and underneath in winter, there's a market all year round!
This can be done, this can be done!
He immediately beamed:
"Daya, thirty cents a pair, how about it?"
Thirty cents a pair?
Daya recalled the four bags of fabric scraps her uncle bought for six yuan, plus the six-and-a-half yuan for thread, plus the sewing machine and labor...
At this moment, she smartly spread out five fingers.
"Fifty cents."
Chen Changhai gasped instantly, waving his hands repeatedly:
