Eighty peasant wives are busy getting rich

Chapter 236 Chapter 236: Fulfilling Girls' Wedding Dress Dreams

Seeing everyone gathered together, Yuan Yi walked over and asked, "What happened?"

"Xiaomei's skirt was torn on the way there, and it will be auspicious time soon. It must be too late to go out and buy at this time." Liu Jianjun looked anxious, and Xiao He also felt very wronged.

Yuan Yi glanced at Zhao Xiaohuan, patted Xiao He on the shoulder and said, "Just leave this matter to your sister-in-law. Don't worry, your sister-in-law can definitely handle it."

Having seen Zhao Xiaohuan's acupuncture technique, Yuan Yi thought in his heart that she would definitely be able to do it. After listening to Yuan Yi's words, Xiao He looked up at Zhao Xiaohuan, "Sister-in-law, is what my brother said true?"

"Well, give me the skirt, you guys go to work." It was easy for her to fix a skirt, Zhao Xiaohuan agreed.

"Okay." Xiaomei handed the skirt to Zhao Xiaohuan suspiciously. Time was running out, and she had no choice but to be a doctor.

Everyone went to work, only Yuan Yi and Zhao Xiaohuan were left to sew the skirt. Yuan Yi took the initiative to give her a needle, and she took a look at it. The skirt was white and knee-length, and there were many possibilities.

Zhao Xiaohuan directly changed the skirt into a short skirt for later generations, and the style was designed according to the wedding dress, fearing that it would be too late, she only added a trailing tail.

The wedding started, Xiaomei put on a skirt and became the focus of the whole cafeteria, Yuan Yi saw Zhao Xiaohuan was looking at the skirt, and whispered in her ear.

"Why don't we make it up?" At that time, there was no banquet or relatives, so Zhao Xiaohuan followed him.

Zhao Xiaohuan shook her head, she doesn't have the energy now, she wants to focus on making money, but she wants to be the richest person, "We're all old married couples, there's no point in doing it."

Yuan Yi was moved by Zhao Xiaohuan's words, "Old husband and old wife". Looking at Xiaomei not far away, Zhao Xiaohuan thought that every girl has a wedding dream.

In later generations, she designed many expensive wedding dresses. If she opened a bridal dress shop, it would be great if all married girls could wear beautiful wedding dresses.

Zhao Xiaohuan has decided that she wants to open a bridal dress shop, which will not only fulfill the girls' wedding dress dreams, but also earn money.

After lunch, Zhao Xiaohuan left the factory with Yuan Yi, "Xiaohuan, where are you going this afternoon?"

Zhao Xiaohuan thought that if she wanted to sew a wedding dress, she would need to check the color and quality of the fabric, "I'm going to the weaving factory."

Since she bought the weaving factory, the fabrics in the two garment factories are all provided by the weaving factory. Yuan Yi couldn't bear to let her walk, "I'll take you there. I'll go to the construction site after you arrive."

"Okay." After Zhao Xiaohuan finished speaking, he got into the car and came to the weaving factory. Zhao Xiaohuan first went to the factory manager.

"Director, I want ten bolts of high-quality white cloth, how long do you think it will take to make it?"

"Is it white?" The factory manager was a little surprised, because white fabrics are rarely used on weekdays.

"Yeah." Zhao Xiaohuan knows that white represents purity and beauty, and it has a good meaning.

"Ten horses will take a week at the fastest. What's the matter? Are you in a hurry?" The factory manager calculated the time. Weaving is not like other jobs. Weaving is delicate work, as the saying goes.

"Okay, I'll come pick it up in a week."

"Okay, Xiao Huan, it's so hot, why don't you come in with me?" The factory manager warmly invited.

"No, I'll go back to the garment factory first." Zhao Xiaohuan wanted to quickly draw out the design of the wedding dress.

"Then be careful on the way back."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiaohuan moved to the garment factory office, took out her notebook, and conceived in her heart, as if the wedding dress alone was not enough, it would be even better if it was paired with jewelry.

She was engrossed in her thoughts, and drew a jewelry necklace on the notebook, waiting for her to recover.

"What is it, what does it mean?"

(End of this chapter)