Don't Come Ill (MTL)

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When the garment factory is too busy, it usually recruits some swift children to work as temporary workers. The wages are settled every day, and the jobs that do not require technical content, such as thread cutting heads, etc., cost a few cents per piece. , And finally count the money by piece.

This kind of work is very suitable for the wooden sleeper stream who needs to go to school to make extra money. Many workers in the factory will pull in to earn some subsidies during their children's weekends, but there is almost no such thing as Muzhen Creek when they come from Monday to Friday.

Most of the workers here are women, ranging in age from 14 to 50 years old. They span a considerable length. Muzhenxi does not wear school uniforms and does not take the initiative to say that she is a student, but no one guessed that she was still studying at school. There is something younger than her in it.

Muzhenxi found the workshop director in a familiar way. The director was a working woman in her forties and worked overtime with everyone.

"Is it still trimming the thread today?" Muzhenxi asked.

"Yes, but there is something else, do you want to do it?" The director said gently. She was probably the only person in the workshop who knew that she was a student. She was asked in the life when she was recruited in the past. Muzhenxi was not very good at lying, truthfully. Said, and told her not to tell other people.

"do what?"

"Sew pockets, I think you have some basic skills before." The production of clothes is not done overnight, but a variety of templates are required to create different parts, front swing, back swing, sleeves, and pockets. All have to be sewn by a sewing machine.

The director led the wooden pillow stream to an empty sewing machine, with one foot on the pedal, and two hands buckled the fabric together, pushed it under the cloth feeder, pressed it with his fingers, and moved the upper wheel with his right hand. As soon as I stepped on it, the sound of the needle was endless.

The director focused his eyes, and steadily sent the piece of cloth forward with two fingers.

When the sound stopped, straight and thin stitches appeared where the two pieces of cloth were stitched together. The director turned the clothes over, put his hand into his pocket, and showed the wooden pillow Creek: "Will it?"

Muzhenxi thought for a while and said, "I will try."

"Use this." The director found two discarded corner fabrics for her from the frame on the side.

In the old days, the three big pieces of one hundred yuan, watches, bicycles, sewing machines, sewing machines are not new things. When Muzhenxi's parents did not get divorced, her mother would work on the sewing machine, and the little Muzhenxi looked at the sewing machine, with big eyes. Blink and blink.

Muzhenxi recalled her previous steps. In addition, she worked part-time in a clothing factory for so long. She hadn't eaten pork and had seen pigs run away, so she tried boldly. She was awkward and slow in learning, but she was able to grasp this.

Except that the line can't go as straight as the director, the action is very standard.

The director gave her a dress to try, and the wooden sleeper creek was also done very well.

The director smiled: "Then you can do this tonight. The price is higher than the single piece of thread trimmer."

Muzhenxi felt warm in my heart.

"Thank you Director."

"You're welcome." The director patted the girl's thin shoulders and said softly, "You don't need to get off work hard, get home from work early, and go to school tomorrow."