CH 7.1

Ye Mi struggled with the fabric in annoyance, and suddenly had an idea when she saw the large bundle of pure white Dacron.

Since there is not enough fabric, it is better to use white Dacron to make Jing Ziheng a Chinese tunic suit, and the black fabric to make the inner shirt, and the remainder will be enough to make a small shirt for herself.

She is slim and doesn’t require too much fabric.

Ye Mi wants to make a skirt from the red fabric, which can be matched with the small shirt.

If she works harder in the upcoming days, she might be able to wear it on the day she gets married.

With a little red on the body, it can be regarded as a wedding dress.

It was her wish to make clothes for Jing Ziheng. No matter what the reason was, his kindness to her was obvious to all.

Yemi is not someone who doesn’t know how to be grateful in return.

But she has no money now, so she can only give a little thank you in her own way.

Clothes making is her only craft.

Ye Mi’s mother is a textile factory worker, and in addition to completing the work tasks that need to be completed every day, the female workers in the factory will also take a little manual work to do at home.

This part is private work that cannot be clearly stated, and you can earn for as much as you do. Many families rely on this extra income to put a little meat on the dinner table every now and then.

So in order to make more money, Yemi’s mother will bring the two girls in the family to help with sewing. But her elder sister’s hands are too clumsy to do such dexterous and delicate work, and every time she is asked to help, her elder sister will cry in front of her father, and Yemi is left to help her mother with her work.

Yemi inherited her mother’s ingenuity and is very talented in learning these kind of jobs that require her to use her hands. At a young age, she can even step on a sewing machine.

When she works Ye Mi’s mother will also give her daughter some pocket money, which is her ‘salary’.

Of course, Yemi kept the money a secret, her sister didn’t know about it.

Her sister always thought that Ye Mi was a little idiot who helped her stepmother do free labor.

It’s a pity that Ye Mi had left the savings accumulated over the years at home. She was sent to the countryside in such a hurry that she didn’t have a chance to retrieve the money.

With this money, she might have been better off.

The next morning, Ye Mi yawned and waited at the entrance of the village.

She had worked late last night making clothes and had to get up early in the morning, her brain was foggy and her spirit was sleepy.

“Comrade Ye Mi.”

Not long after Ye Mi arrived, Jing Ziheng came over on his bicycle.

“Jing Ziheng, good morning.” She raised her paw that was a little red and frozen from the cold, her fingers couldn’t be straightened, so she folded them together, waving them up and down like a beckoning cat, to say hello.

Jing Ziheng eyes were focused on Ye Mi’s hands, with his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled, he disapprovingly said: “Why are you not wearing gloves?”

“Your gloves are too big, they keep falling off.” Ye Mi pursed her mouth, feeling aggrieved.

His gloves didn’t fit and yet she was the one who was blamed by others.

“Where are the gloves?” “Here.”

She pulled them out of her pocket and returned them to Jing Ziheng.

Jing Ziheng took it, put it back on his hand, and motioned Ye Mi to get on the car.

Ye Mi sat obediently in the car, with her hands and feet in a standard posture, like a primary school student.

A big hand reached out from the front, grabbing her cold little hands from left and right and stuffing them into his coat pocket, then letting her hug his waist through the inner wall of the pocket.

Immediately the warm body temperature passed through the cloth, dispelling the coldness, and covered her in warmth.

“It’s windy in the morning, you hide behind me to keep out the wind.” Jing Ziheng reminded Ye Mi that she could use him as a windshield.

“Okay.” Ye Mi buried her head obediently, and used Jing Ziheng’s wide back to block the oncoming cold wind, and it really warmed her up a lot: “Thank you.”

Xiaotian Village is about six or seven miles away from the town, and it takes more than half an hour to ride a bicycle from the village to the town.

When Jing Ziheng stopped the car, he found that the person behind him had fallen asleep and had nested soundly against his back at some point.

For a while, he contemplated whether to go to a guest house to let her have a good sleep first.

Fortunately, Yemi woke up by herself.

“Are we there yet?” She rubbed her eyes, with a nasal voice, and a deep sense of sleepiness.

“We’re here.” Jing Ziheng held the car steady and waited for Ye Mi to climb down by herself after she was slightly more awake, before locking the car in front of the door of the supply and marketing agency.

“Why did you come to the supply and marketing cooperative again?” Aren’t they going to get the certificate?

“Buy gloves.” He took Ye Mi in, went straight to the counter, and chose a pair of pink woolen women’s gloves.

This color is hard to come by, and the price is a bit more expensive. A pair of gloves cost one and a half yuan, no tickets.

Ye Mi lost the last remnants of sleepiness in her shock.

“It’s too expensive, why don’t we forget it?”

If she wants gloves, she can buy wool and knit them herself. A bundle of wool for fifty cents can knit three pairs of gloves, and there are still some leftovers.

But this time Jing Ziheng didn’t listen to Ye Mi, and gave her the money to buy it, and then took her to the photo studio.