It’s No Use Calling Me Mom

Everyone lacks food and clothing, everyone has a well-proportioned figure, and there are really not many fat people. Wang Qingqing observed it and knitted sweaters according to the one-size-fits-all of later generations.

This cardigan is a fashionable item.

The material of Shen is ordinary, with the cardigan woven by himself, Wang Qingqing always feels that he owes so much meaning,

In order to match the buttons on the cardigans, Wang Qingqing searched several large supply and marketing cooperatives in the city, but never found a suitable one. Seeing that the weather is getting warmer, it is time to sell cardigans. The suitable buttons have not yet been found, and Wang Qingqing's head is incomparably large.

At this time, the lady-in-law of Huaihua came to find Wang Qingqing to go out of the city to pick wild vegetables: "The wheat seedlings have turned green, there must be more wild vegetables in the wheat fields, I will rest today, you and me, let's go out for a day If you can dig a woven bag and put it in the air for a week, it will not be damaged, and you don’t have to buy vegetables for a week, which can save a lot of money.”

Okay, picking wild vegetables every spring is also a regular program of the original owner Miao Qingqing. Set off with Sister-in-law Huaihua.

Sister-in-law Huaihua rode a bicycle, took Wang Qingqing out of the city, crossed the bridge, and walked along the river bank: "The ones near the city have long been dug up, and the only ones left are Some of the little ones who haven't grown up are not lost, we may not be able to get half a bag in a day, but we can go farther."

Also, the winter vegetables that were saved years ago have been eaten up long ago, and the new vegetables have not yet come out. In the supply and marketing cooperatives, except for some dried radishes, they are sprouted onions and even potatoes. It's rare, and people who are not well-informed can't grab it at all. Now that free wild vegetables are popping up, won't it attract people to go out of the city to pick them.

Sister-in-law of Huaihua pedaled her bicycle vigorously and walked along the dam, until she could no longer see the shadow of the city, and she stopped the car: " Let me see if there are many wild vegetables here."

, Sister-in-law Huaihua was overjoyed: "Let's dig here."

Wang Qingqing picked up the woven bag and squatted in the wheat field with her sister-in-law Sophora japonica. The two chatted while digging wild vegetables. After two hours, they each picked it up. A big bag.

Sister-in-law Huaihua has a large family and eats a lot of vegetables. She pressed the bag again and again, and said with great regret: "I knew there were so many, so I brought two bags."

"Go back and give you half of my bag." Wang Qingqing smiled and comforted her: "If you pick too much, it will turn yellow if you can't eat it all. It took so much work, and it's a pity to throw it away. Let's come back next time you're off work."

Okay, let me pick some and go back."

At that time, the old lady was happy to see the designated person."

Wang Qingqing also helped to pinch, the weeds were thick, and the lady-in-law of Sophora japonica accidentally stepped into the mud nest, making her feet full of mud, Wang Qingqing helped her to wash her shoes and socks by the river, While washing her muddy shoes, she said to Wang Qingqing: "The water here is not deep, and I don't know if there are snails and crabs in the river."

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"Sister-in-law, do you think that is a mussel?" Wang Qingqing pointed to a dark shadow slowly wriggling at the bottom of the river.

Sister-in-law Huaihua fixed her eyes: "Hey! Really, this one is big enough."

Wang Qingqing rolled her eyes, took off her shoes and socks and jumped into the water: "This river mussel is so big, I'll touch a few."

Strangely big, not to mention the meat is very firm, you can't even chew it, and if you don't make it well, it will be stronger than the muddy smell of snails."

"I want this shell to be useful." Wang Qingqing picked up the big ones, touched them one by one and threw them on the shore.

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"Cut them apart so they won't take up any space." Seeing that the number was almost there, Wang Qingqing washed his feet and came up with a small shovel for digging wild vegetables to open the mussels one by one and cleaned them up Stack the shells up and stuff them into a woven bag.

"Anyway, it's meat, it's a pity to throw it away." People in this era have suffered from hardship and starvation, and frugality is a habit engraved in their bones. Sister-in-law Huaihua said that mussels are not delicious. , looking at the mussels that were thrown aside by Wang Qingqing, Bai Shengsheng was reluctant to part with it, so he picked a few large leaves, wrapped them up and stuffed them into a woven bag.

The purpose of coming out today has been achieved, and there are additional harvests. Wang Qingqing is in a good mood. She took out the prepared rope and tied the woven bag on the front beam of the bicycle. She rode on the bicycle belt I went home with my sister-in-law Sophora japonica.

According to her words, she poured half a bag of wild vegetables to Sister-in-law Sophora japonica, and Wang Qingqing began to think about how to deal with these mussel shells.

It is huge, each one is more than twenty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide, and it is thick and sturdy in the hand, and it is extremely textured.

Wang Qingqing's cardigan never found the right button. Today she saw this big mussel, and she had an idea. Because of its natural pattern and brilliance, the mussel shell has always been used for ancient furniture and jewelry. The important decorative material, the so-called "luotian", is a process of grinding the shell of the snail into thin slices and inlaying it on the surface of the utensils.

After pondering for a long time, Wang Qingqing carefully marked the parts that could be used in advance with a pencil, and then asked someone to find out where the grinding wheel could be used.

The aunt on the left heard that Wang Qingqing was going to use a grinding wheel, so she enthusiastically provided Wang Qingqing with convenience: "There is a locomotive depot. I will follow your uncle to work tomorrow and let him lead you there."

This relationship is good, Wang Qingqing is very happy, and gave my aunt half a catty of brown sugar earned from making clothes for others years ago. : "Your uncle is going to work. He will take you there on a bicycle. You put Er Niu with me, and I will help you watch."

Wang Qingqing thanked her aunt and followed the uncle next door to the locomotive depot with a large pocket of mussel shells. The grinder in the locomotive depot was placed in the warehouse. Watching Wang Qingqing's operations, he explained in a loud voice, "Be careful with your hands! Be careful with your hands!"

Wang Qingqing is no stranger to the grinding wheel machine. She goes to the world of sculptors and occasionally uses grinding wheels. While comforting the frightened old man, she cuts and polishes according to the lines that she has marked in advance. .

Because of the limitation of natural materials, it is impossible for this button to be made of the same thickness and size. Wang Qingqing had a clever idea and designed buttons of different shapes for each cardigan.

There are heart-shaped, flower-shaped, butterfly-shaped, and oval-shaped. Although there is not much work, it needs to be carefully carved, which is a waste of time, even if it is electric With the help of the grinder, it took her all morning to polish all the buttons she needed.

The polished shell buttons were brilliant and sewed onto the cardigan, causing Er Niu to exclaim again and again: "Wow! It's so beautiful!"

Miss Xiaoli gave five kilograms of wool, Wang Qingqing knitted seven cardigans and still have the rest, each sweater from the supply and marketing cooperative starts at 30 yuan, and it also needs to be equipped with knitwear For knitwear tickets in this province, the maximum denomination for cadres is five city inches, and for ordinary workers, there is a quota of one or two city inches a year.

To buy a sweater, you need at least two feet of knitwear tickets. That is to say, an ordinary worker needs to save ten or twenty years to buy a sweater to get enough tickets. .

For this reason, finished sweaters are an unattainable luxury for ordinary workers. Although wool is only more than a dollar a pound, wool tickets are not as scarce as knitted tickets. Looking at it like this, Wang Qingqing still feels that she has taken advantage of Miss Li.

Wang Qingqing decided to give a cardigan she knitted to Miss Li, but it's not urgent, I'll deal with the rest of the thread first.

The remaining three or two threads could have been woven into a small vest. Wang Qingqing gave up the plan after a little thought. She gave the remaining threads to Er Niu and Zhao Xiaoyan's son Knitting clothes.

Children's sweaters have a warmer function than decoration. Wang Qingqing abandoned the cardigan and chose double ingot needles to knit a small sweater for each of the two children.

After knitting, Wang Qingqing looked at the two small sweaters and pouted in dissatisfaction. She was used to seeing all kinds of beautiful and cute children's clothes in later generations. The appearance of these two small sweaters is not comparable to the cardigan at all. Wang Qingqing looked left and looked at it, and always felt that it was not beautiful.

She thought about it for a while, then went to the aunt next door to exchange brown sugar for a few labor insurance gloves, first disassembled the gloves into cotton threads, found the dried pomegranate peel of the old years, and went to the city. Er Shang wandered around and picked up some newly sprouted madder vines and buckthorn branches, brought them home and boiled water, carefully dyeing the white cotton thread.

Pomegranate peel dyed autumn fragrant yellow, madder dyed red, buckthorn dyed green, Wang Qingqing crocheted the dyed cotton thread into flowers and leaves and sewed them on the sweater. But she couldn't stand Wang Qing's good craftsmanship. The patterns she drew were atmospheric and not out of the ordinary. Er Niu put on a small sweater, and her face flushed with excitement.

"Mom, this sweater is so beautiful." Er Niu touched the soft sweater, and then stroked the pattern on the sweater, she was so excited that she was incoherent: "It's so beautiful, I've never worn it before. Good-looking clothes, these clothes are really really good-looking."

Miao Qingqing is poor, she exhausts her energy every day to fill the stomachs of herself and her two children, that little son's romantic girlish feelings have long been worn away by the hard life, Since she gave birth to Er Niu, she has never put any effort into dressing herself and Er Niu. Er Niu's clothes only have the functions of keeping warm and covering her shame. Wang Qingqing's sweater has completely opened Er Niu's understanding of beauty.

Wang Qingqing crocheted patterns for Zhao Xiaoyan's baby, a red and yellow kitten, a green puppy, crocheted and sewed, and the sweater was done, she brought a small sweater and gave Xiao Li The cardigan prepared by the girl led Er Niu to Zhao Xiaoyan's house.

In the past few months, Wang Qingqing has been dealing with Zhao Xiaoyan a lot. Er Niu has already known Zhao Xiaoyan very well. As soon as she entered the door, she showed her new sweater to Zhao Xiaoyan: "Auntie, does my sweater look good? ?"

"Oh, it's so beautiful! It's so beautiful!" Zhao Xiaoyan's compliment was not for perfunctory children, she really felt good.

Although the pattern on Er Niu's little sweater is simple, it stands out in this gray world and makes people's eyes shine.

"My mother made it for me." Er Niu grabbed the pocket in Wang Qingqing's hand and took it out: "My mother also made one for Xiao Baoer's brother."

"And there's Xiao Baoer?" Zhao Xiaoyan took the little sweater handed over by Er Niu and widened her eyes: "Oh! It's so beautiful! Sister Miao, tell me, how can you What a coincidence?"

"Try it for Xiao Baoer and see how big it is." Her craftsmanship was praised, and Wang Qingqing smiled very happily.

"You don't have to try it, it looks very suitable. Sister Miao, you have nothing to say about your craftsmanship. No matter what clothes you make, the size is very secure." Zhao Xiaoyan took the sweater on the Kneading and rubbing in his hand: "This little sweater can be worn just right after taking off the padded jacket. How much does it cost?"

"Look at you, I won't send it to you if you want to spend money." Wang Qingqing gave her a white look: "I made it for Baoer, using the rest of my knitting sweater. A little bit of thread, a little bit of thread, I still ask you to get money? What do you think of me?"

"It's the thread, look at how delicately it is woven, it took a lot of work, right?" Zhao Xiaoyan clicked her tongue.

Zhao Xiaoyan is clumsy, and she is not very good at needlework. Wang Qingqing teased her with a smile: "It will take time for you, but it is different for me, just half the time. God's business."

"Sister Miao!" Zhao Xiaoyan stomped her feet reluctantly, protesting Wang Qingqing's mockery.

"It's alright, don't be angry, I won't tease you." After joking, Wang Qingqing seriously taught Zhao Xiaoyan the experience: "It is said that spring covers autumn frost, don't put Baoer's cotton-padded clothes After taking it off, take it off slowly, first replace the thick cotton coat with a thin cotton coat, and then change it to a single one, does Xiao Baoer have a thin cotton coat?"

"No, where can I get it?" Zhao Xiaoyan sighed: "The cotton ticket is nervous, in order to prevent him from urinating his pants, he has to be aggrieved. The cotton tickets I bought are made of cotton for him. pants."

"Then you first bring two pieces and I will disassemble and wash them and make them thin." Wang Qingqing volunteered.

"The relationship is good, thank you so much." Zhao Xiaoyan smiled at Wang Qingqing happily: "Sister Miao, it's really thanks to knowing you, what should I do without you? I have to take a leave of absence to remove and wash my cotton-padded clothes at home again."

& nbsp; Go to work in the morning and bring this to Xiao Li."

"What is this?" Zhao Xiaoyan unceremoniously opened her pocket.

"Last time I made a Lenin dress for Miss Li and she gave me the wool. I knitted it into a cardigan and gave her one." Wang Qingqing helped Zhao Xiaoyan to shake the clothes away.

"Ah!" Zhao Xiaoyan, who was carrying a cardigan, shouted at Wang Qingqing, her eyes shining: "This is good! I want it, Sister Miao, I want this dress!"