I Became a Medical Genius in the 80s

Beisitian took the so-called braids, knowing this thing was used to make straw hats. Primarily using wheat sheaves, the braids were thumb-width and flat, woven into a braid, coiled together, and then sewn to form a straw hat.

But generally, the villagers just braided them and directly took them to the market to sell. As for further processing, the original owner’s memory didn’t include any more, so it wasn’t something villagers would likely do.

Beisitian gestured with her hand for a moment; this thing was best done with fingernails so the braids would come out neatly. If the braids were well made, the corresponding price could be a bit higher, sometimes even one or two dimes more.

"Only two months without doing it, and you forgot! Such a memory!" Mrs. Qin muttered, taking the braid and demonstrating for Beisitian.

"Make it neater. Look at what you used to make; you couldn’t even sell a flower or two!" said Mrs. Qin disdainfully.

The braids Mrs. Qin made could sell for a yuan per handful, sometimes even a yuan and one or two dimes, while Beisitian’s could only fetch three or four dimes, quite a difference!

It was Beisitian’s first time encountering such things, but perhaps the original owner had done it a lot before, so the memories remained in her mind. She picked it up very quickly, mainly because it was straightforward, and after trying a few times, she mastered it.

After mastering it, Beisitian began to braid better, becoming increasingly adept. The long braid dropped onto the bed, and the change was noticeable.

Braiding neatly wasn’t hard. At first, Beisitian got used to inserting the sheaves. Each sheaf was only an inch long, and when one was used up, another had to be connected, and an incorrect fit at this point could impact the overall appearance significantly.

Mrs. Qin, focused on sewing shoe soles, didn’t look at Beisitian. She had long since acknowledged Beisitian’s craftsmanship, no use teaching her however many times. Her hands were too clumsy; she didn’t have much hope. Selling a little was still something.

Beisitian was slow at first, mainly familiarizing herself through exploration. She liked using her brain in tasks. Before, in the women’s quarters, besides practicing writing every day, it was embroidering, weaving, hooking, braiding, and sewing—she could do them all, and not just the basics.

Of these, embroidery was the finest. Beisitian’s double-sided embroidery was renowned throughout Capital City, praised highly by even the Empress Dowager.