Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback

She asked her eldest brother to bridge the gap and let these single men and women hang out as friends; who knows, maybe a few pairs could really come out of it.

Li Li's face turned red, "What are you blabbering about, who would want to go?"

Not wanting to expose Li Li's obvious denial, Qin Xiangnuan didn't say anything to avoid the potential for some women to go crazy later and come choke her. And just in time, Jian Zhiqing arrived; he strode in and as soon as he saw Qin Xiangnuan, his facial features were instantly tinged with warmth.

"How's it going, all good?"

He walked over and placed his hand on Qin Xiangnuan's stomach.

Her belly was really quite large. In fact, it was the same for others, but Qin Xiangnuan still had slim arms and legs. It was truly like she was hugging a big watermelon, which was about ripe enough to eat.

"Pretty good, no problems," Qin Xiangnuan pulled Jian Zhiqing's hand,

"Brother Jian, I have something to tell you,"

She was talking to Jian Zhiqing, but Li Li on the side, who seemed to be working, had ears burning red already.

Right now, Qin Xiangnuan was like a chatterbox, babbling on with her ideas to Jian Zhiqing. Actually, matchmaking shows had become quite common in the future, moving from television to reality, becoming more numerous than ever.

But the mindset of people now wasn't as open as it would be in the future, and the internet was just an emerging industry, so the people you knew were quite limited. Take for instance, in the military, each and every one were tough guys, going through generations without ever seeing a woman. Plus, the young women these days, although many were free to love, were like Li Li—buried in work every day. Either they went back to the countryside to find someone, or they looked for a doctor in the hospital, but considering how scarce women were to the number of men, it really wasn't easy to find someone appealing.

Qin Xiangnuan just felt she was bored and had to do something about it.

Of course, Jian Zhiqing supported her, and this matchmaking-like gathering was indeed a good thing, potentially solving the problem of many bachelors in the military.

Qin Xiangnuan was not short on money, so she was quite generous, covering all the expenses on her own.

Jian Zhiqing connected with several nearby military units, and the leaders above felt this initiative was excellent and very meaningful. Becoming a military spouse wasn't easy; moreover, there were piles of single men. If it could really solve everyone's marital issues, why not go for it?

This event quickly spread, and once these soldiers heard that girls were coming for matchmaking, every single one of them was rubbing their hands together in excitement, blushing from ear to ear.

Soon after, truckloads of items arrived at the military base—decorations needed for the social event, such as ribbons, balloons, and food and drinks. Originally, the military was supposed to foot the bill, after all, it was about resolving the issue of their own bachelors, but Jian Zhiqing insisted on providing it all, and it came in several truckloads.

The kitchen staff worked overnight to prepare the food. With female comrades coming, they also needed to take the chance to show off. Maybe they would find good wives. It's said that 'men and women matched, work wouldn't be tedious.' These few days, the atmosphere in the military unit was indeed different, and everyone couldn't stop talking about the female comrades.

The married men laughed at the bachelors, saying they didn't even have the first stroke of the character "八" (eight) in a marriage fortune, and now they are anxious—what's the use of that?

And for those not married, naturally, the saying goes: 'It's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering; a full man does not understand the hunger of the starving.'

Qin Xiangnuan also got in touch with more than a hundred young women from various industries. There were those of suitable age, and also some older ones. They all maintained their composure, saying on the surface that they were going to visit the military construction and to cheer for the soldiers, but everyone knew it was a disguised form of matchmaking.

Qin Xiangnuan touched the watermelon on her belly, not sure when she would be able to unload this cargo. Everyone had gone to see the excitement, even Granny Lu had, but she was still holding onto this belly, preparing for the delivery.

She flipped through the orders on the desk, tallying over a dozen. While the little ones weren't born yet, she figured she should finish as many gowns as possible, otherwise, who knows until what year and month she could finish. Others might go to watch the fun, but she had to make money.

These orders were for custom-made evening gowns, which required her handwork. Last time, the gown she made for a celebrity dazzled on the red carpet, truly becoming the star of the day. The effect of a celebrity endorsement was indeed powerful.

Her status skyrocketed; anyone wanting her to make a dress had to prepare a substantial amount of money and depend on her availability. Just like now, orders were piling up, and yet she hadn't made a single one, as the boss was about to have a baby. After giving birth, there would be a period of child-rearing, so these dresses were ordered about a year in advance.

Qin Xiangnuan felt like she needed to buckle down recently. Utilizing the system's efficiency, she was nearly finished with all the dresses, so she could finally unload the watermelon in her belly. Otherwise, this burden constantly weighed on her, affecting her appetite and sleep.

The orders listed requirements, styles, height, measurements; Qin Xiangnuan knew the celebrities and what suited them. Among these celebrities, some would become much more popular in the next few years, reaching a new level of fame, while some would silently fade away, gradually leaving the entertainment industry. However, no matter what, now was their most beautiful age, and so, she would use her dresses to capture the moment in time for them.

Time can't be retained; in a page, in a flower, in a bout of fragrance.

Just like that.

She poured herself a glass of water and swallowed a pill given by the system, feeling her spirits lifted a bit. Then she continued to sew the dresses at hand, each one completed with various embroidery techniques. Her hands moved quickly, unseen by anyone; if someone did see, they might indeed break out in a cold sweat.

She embroidered with both hands simultaneously. A stitch with the left, a stitch with the right; the division of labor between left and right was seamless, without any discordance, as if everything was meant to be this way. But how many people could do this—perform a task with each hand independently without affecting each other?

No wonder her production rate was so high; it was because of her hands.

Others may produce one unit, but she could produce two.

Calculating the time, Qin Xiangnuan realized that she had about three months left before giving birth to her twins. According to the system's timer, if she worked two hours a day, that's twenty hours, equivalent to a full day. Roughly, she had about a year's time.

She could probably complete the dozen or so dresses before giving birth.

Alright, let's give it all.