She pondered over this matter for half a day and finally went to seek help from her Doraemon, Jian Zhiqing.
Jian Zhiqing tapped her head, "Really, you're such a blockhead. Aren't the military family members idle now? They are all able-bodied and know a bit of needlework. Just distribute these tasks to them; each person can work on a component, and they can be paid on a piecework basis."
Qin Xiangnuan was taken aback for a moment, then tapped her own head. Indeed, how could she not have thought of this? She had been foolish, for in this era, which woman didn't know how to darn a bit? After all, old clothes were always passed down from the bigger to the smaller ones, and it was always necessary to alter and repair them by oneself.
