Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 248 - 0248: Encouraging Wang Jiao 4_1

Chapter 248: Chapter 0248: Encouraging Wang Jiao 4_1

Feng Qingxue touched the button on her jacket and laughed, "Cousin, let me tell you, making your own clothes is so convenient. You can make whatever you want, and even add some fancy little decorations, making them look different than the ones outside. Whether it’s the tailors out there or our older generation, their clothes and shoes are all conventional, even turning pants into sacks."

Wang Jiao lowered her head to look at her own pants, they really did look like sacks, didn’t they?

In the summer, she would only wear one pair of pants, and when winter came, these pants would be worn over her cotton trousers. She needed them all year round.

They just looked so ugly!

Moreover, the wind would blow right through them when walking!

Feng Qingxue felt like she had an opportunity and continued, "See, your pants don’t look good, do they? Although mine are also loose, they’re not like sacks like yours. If you could make your own clothes, you could take some measurements, cut along the seams in the summer, iron them and they would look nice on you. When it’s time to wear cotton clothes, you just need to tear them open again and sew them back to their original size. This way, you could wear them all year round without wasting a single piece of cloth."

Fearing that she had taught Wang Jiao to waste cloth in a situation where cloth tickets were scarce, she quickly added this.

Then she laughed again, "I have a sewing machine here, and special thread for it. With the help of a sewing machine, it’s much more convenient and faster than sewing by hand. You’re welcome to come and use it often."

Wang Jiao appeared thoughtful, it made sense!

"Even if it’s patching, you can sew a pretty patch or embroider a flower on it. This handbag was made from scraps of cloth, you can also make a shirt with patches. The front and back are covered with terraced cloth, and the sleeves are made from a single color cloth, it looks good. I plan to make a similar piece for Yunyun." Scraps of cloth don’t bother the eyes and the results are quite lovely.

As Feng Qingyun is young and a girl, it doesn’t hurt if her clothes are a bit flashy.

Wang Jiao was tempted, but she hesitated, "Will it be tiring?" She disliked doing tiring tasks.

Feng Qingxue laughed, "No, it’s much easier than farming. If you don’t believe me, ask at home to see if people prefer to do needlework or farming."

When Wang Jiao got home, she did ask Miao Fengqin.

Miao Fengqin touched her forehead, "Are you silly? How did I give birth to such a foolish daughter? Of course, needlework is easier. If it wasn’t for the fact that not farming means not getting work points, and not getting work points means no food, who would give up needlework to farm?"

After listening, Wang Jiao knew that Feng Qingxue hadn’t lied to her.

"That’s great! I’m going to find Xiaoxue tomorrow and have her teach me how to sew and make shoes. I’m sure I can learn! In the future, I’ll let Zhang Yuejin save the cloth tickets so I can sew nice clothes and make beautiful shoes. The red cloth shoes Feng Qingyun is wearing are not bad at all. They’re much better than the ones sold outside, Feng Qingxue must have made them."

With a burst of enthusiasm, Wang Jiao made up her mind, much to the surprise of Miao Fengqin.

The usually lazy daughter was actually willing to learn sewing, it must have been because the sun rose from the west.

Miao Fengqin was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that no matter why her daughter wanted to learn sewing, as long as she was willing, it was a good thing. At least, she wouldn’t be criticized for raising a lazy daughter after she got married.

With Miao Fengqin’s consent, Wang Jiao went to find Feng Qingxue with old clothes and scraps from her home the next day.

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To all the Night Owls who see this text first, it’s time to get some sleep. Early to bed, early to rise keeps you healthy. I have a date with Mr. Sandman, sweet dreams.