She tugged on her dad’s arm to remind him, "Dad, Dad, let’s not go ho yet, let’s go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative first, I haven’t called Brother Yu yet."
Jiang Changhai was so preoccupied with the ginseng matter that he had indeed forgotten about this.
"Okay, let’s go to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative first."
Once the call connected, it was Aunt Sun who answered.
"Hello, Aunt Sun, this is Mianmian. How have you been lately? I’ve missed you."
"Mianmian, Aunt Sun has missed you too. Ever since you left, the house has beco so quiet, and Xiao Cheng has been eating alone every day."
Jiang Mianmian chatted a bit more with Aunt Sun, who then handed the phone to Yu Cheng.
"Little Lamb, I have good news for you. Xu Sheng knows a tailor, and Cheng An and I have already confird their availability yesterday. You can start preparing your design drafts."
"Really? That’s wonderful, Brother Yu, you’re so efficient! I’ll start drawing the design drafts tomorrow, and once I’m done, I’ll send them to you," Jiang Mianmian said excitedly.
This is just great. With a tailor secured, their business can start on the right track, and she would have a steady inco every month from now on.
After finishing the call, Jiang Mianmian enthusiastically announced, "Mom, Dad, I have so great news to share with you: Brother Yu has helped find a tailor in Capital City, and our family will have an inco every month now."
"My little girl is truly amazing, being able to make money at such a young age. You’re going to be a little rich girl soon," Jiang Changhai said with a face full of pride and approval.
"So Dad, you won’t have to work so hard to support the family anymore. We can support the family together," Jiang Mianmian patted her little chest, eager to show her reliability.
"Hey, then if you two are earning, I’m the only one who isn’t," Su Wanyu feigned a disheartened and disappointed look, watching the proud father and daughter.
"Mom, I’ll let you manage the money I make," Jiang Mianmian actively declared.
"Right, wife, the money I make is also all yours. You will always be the boss of our family," Jiang Changhai said attentively.
The family returned ho laughing and talking.
The next morning, right after breakfast, Jiang Mianmian took out the professional painting brushes and colored pencils that Yu Cheng had sent her. She arranged them neatly on the table, pulled out her little notebook with asurents, laid down so white paper, and began drawing the design drafts.
Soon, Li Lan and Wang Li ca over with their textbooks. Seeing Jiang Mianmian engrossed in sketching on the paper, they curiously leaned over to look and saw the design drafts she was drawing.
"Jiang Mianmian, what are you doing?"
"Mianmian, the dress you’re drawing is really beautiful."
The two children exclaid in unison.
"Thank you, I’m drawing design drafts," Jiang Mianmian explained, looking up.
"Design drafts? Mianmian, you’re so talented," Li Lan admired Jiang Mianmian. True to being the Little Genius, she excelled at everything she did.
Her mother worked at a garnt factory in the county, so she roughly understood what a design draft was.
And the clothes that Mianmian was drawing looked a hundred tis, a thousand tis better than those produced at the garnt factory!
Wang Li’s eyes sparkled, "Jiang Mianmian, can you draw sothing else? Draw a Sun Wukong, please. I’ll cut it out just like the illustrations in my comic book."
Jiang Mianmian flatly refused, "I’m busy with serious stuff right now, I don’t have ti to draw comic book characters for you."
"Oh, Jiang Mianmian, please, just draw one for . You draw so well, it only takes a little bit of ti. Please," Wang Li wasn’t about to give up and kept begging persistently.
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