After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

483 Embarrassed
Both sides of the street are full of stalls, and the shouts and shouts of vendors keep coming and going.

Almost every stall is crowded with people buying new year's goods.

"Girl, take a look at my purse. It's all embroidered by the old man stitch by stitch. It's so delicate and beautiful..." At this moment, an embroidered lady yelled at the two of them.

Rong Qingqing followed the sound and looked over.

Seeing that all the stalls were crowded with people, only this stall was very deserted.

Seeing what she was selling, she vaguely understood.

Women nowadays are all good at female celebrity, and there are almost few who are not good at female celebrity, of course, except for her and Shangguan Yanran.

Like this kind of purse embroidery, most women nowadays can make it by themselves, and rarely buy it outside, except for a very few who don't know how to be popular.

Therefore, this kind of embroidery stall is naturally deserted.

Looking at the aunt's earnest eyes, she pulled Shangguan Yanran and walked over.

"Girl, buy one." The aunt let out a purse embroidered with plum blossoms while breathing.

Rong Qingqing took it and looked it over.

Although the fabric is not the best, it can be seen that the embroidery is really good.

"Ma'am, did you embroider this yourself?"

"No, it's my mother-in-law." The aunt smiled awkwardly, "I can't do my own embroidery work."

Rong Qingqing looked at the various embroideries on the stall, and asked curiously: "She embroidered all these by herself?"

The aunt said vaguely: "Yes. To tell you the truth, my husband died of illness a few years ago, leaving us orphans and widows in the family. In order to make ends meet, my mother-in-law is old and has to do embroidery every day. "

Shangguan Yanran felt sympathetic when she heard it, and looked at Rong Qingqing, "Isn't your tailor shop still recruiting female workers who are good at embroidery? Please help the aunt, I think her mother-in-law's embroidery is pretty good, look How beautiful and delicate these embroidered flowers are."

Rong Qingqing looked at her helplessly when she heard the words, "That depends on whether she is willing to go or not."

Shangguan Yanran quickly looked at the aunt, "We will introduce a job to you, do you need it?"

The aunt was a little surprised when she heard this, "What kind of work?"

"Jinxiu Yifang is still recruiting embroiderers who are good at female celebrities. If you want to go, you can tell her." Shangguan Yanran said enthusiastically.

As for Jinxiu Clothing Workshop, my aunt has heard of it. The ready-made clothes in it are ridiculously expensive, and only the rich and nobles can afford them. favor.

The aunt looked at Shangguan Yanran, then at Rong Qingqing, and hesitated.

Rong Qingqing said: "The salary of our embroidery workers in Jinxiu Clothing Workshop is not low. If you do well, you can get five taels of silver a month. Madam can think about it first. If you want to go, then go directly to Jinxiu Clothing Workshop , look for shopkeeper Liu."

When the aunt heard that she could receive five taels of silver a month, her eyes widened instantly, "I sold it for a full month, and I can barely sell it for one tael, five taels of silver, this..."

Rong Qingqing said with a smile: "The salary is not low, but it is also quite tiring. Go back and ask your mother-in-law to see what she thinks. By the way, is your mother-in-law a senior year?"

"It's almost 50." The aunt said, afraid that she would think she was too old, she hurriedly added, "But my mother-in-law is still in good health, and her eyes are good." The older mother-in-law felt a little embarrassed when she went out to do errands.

"It doesn't matter if you're older, as long as your body is strong enough to handle the work of the clothes shop." Rong Qingqing reassured.

The aunt smiled plainly when she heard the words, "Thank you, miss." Then she sighed again, "If it is possible, I don't want my mother-in-law to come out to work, but there are three young children in my family, and my mother-in-law is also an idler. Can't stop..."

(End of this chapter)