Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Chapter 43

"Miss Xiaoyue, the material of these clothes is so good, isn't it cheap?"

Ling Yue nodded: "That's right, I can't get this windbreaker without 40 yuan."

Chen Zhaodi stared: "40 yuan is enough for Lao Hu's monthly salary."

"Why are you making that expression?"

Ling Yue laughed, the clothing came back, and her wish of opening a clothing store was forgotten.

"I didn't expect such a piece of clothing to be so expensive." Chen Zhao shook his head, and suddenly asked, "Hey, isn't it time for the season to change? Why are you buying autumn clothes?"

Ling Yue nodded: "Yes, now there are autumn styles in Zhushi, and the summer clothes are starting to be processed."

The so-called interlaced mountains.

If you don't sell clothes, you will never know why the seasons change so early.

Obviously people are still wearing short-sleeved clothes, but the clothing stores have hung up autumn clothes in advance.

Not everyone understands the doorways here.

She took out another stack of short sleeves: "Look at these short sleeves, they are all made of pure cotton, and I bought them all at a special price."

Chen Zhaodi touched it, "It's really comfortable to touch."

Chen Zhaodi stared at the short-sleeved dress, and it became more and more familiar. She said, "I saw this dress in a department store yesterday, and it cost seven yuan a piece!"

"We don't need to sell seven yuan, but five yuan."

Chen Zhaodi was speechless: "Are you not losing money by selling five?"

Ling Yue ignored her, and took a pair of jeans and a cotton short-sleeve casually: "Zhao Di, take a look, I'll go in and change."

When Ling Yue first started selling fruit, Wang Zhaoyang asked her to buy two pieces of clothes for herself, but she refused, saying that she would wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival to buy them.

It's not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she has already brought back the clothes.

If the owner of the clothing store doesn't dress more fashionable, how can he sell his clothes?

As for the problem of Zhuangshan, it is not a problem in this era.

Everyone is poor, men have two Chinese tunic suits and have been wearing them for more than 20 or [-] years. If they say "it's not terrible to bump into shirts, whoever is ugly is embarrassing" like the later generations, then everyone doesn't need to wear clothes.

After all, in this day and age, it is a common occurrence to bump into shirts.

When Ling Yue changed her clothes and came out, Chen Zhaodi's eyes widened.

"Sister, you look so good in this suit!"

The jeans are a slim fit, and the V-neck cotton short sleeves have a little waist, which doesn't feel tight, and just outlines the curve of the figure.

Chen Zhaodi looked at Ling Yue's feet from head to toe, and couldn't help shaking her head. The clothes and trousers were pretty, but the pair of sandals on her feet were a bit cheap.

"Don't even mention it, people rely on clothes and Buddha depends on gold clothes. I want to buy it when I see you wearing it."

"No need to spend money, I will give you and Mid-Autumn Festival one each after the official opening, and we will wear it as employee uniforms."

Chen Zhaodi sneered and said, "Sister, isn't this bad?"

She had never heard of it before. Those who sell clothes have to wear clothes provided by the boss.

"We need to dress uniformly." Ling Yue looked at the sky, "It's getting late, let's go back early."

When Ling Yue and the other two appeared in the family courtyard, Huang Guixiang was having dinner. Seeing her coming back, she quickly stopped her, took her hand up and down and looked up and down: "Xiaoyue, where did you buy this dress?"

Ling Yue stretched out her hand and twirled it around, and said triumphantly, "How is it? Doesn't it look good?"

Huang Guixiang nodded, took a mouthful of rice, and said vaguely: "It looks good, but the shoes you are wearing are too ugly. You can change them to look better."

When mentioning the shoes, Huang Guixiang remembered: "Oh, by the way, Xiaoyue, I saw that the heels of Tongtong's shoes were broken, so I bought her a pair of shoes, and I'll bring them to you."

Ling Yue couldn't ask for her shoes, so she hurriedly said, "Sister Huang, what are you doing, how can I let you buy shoes for Tongtong?"

She knew that Tongtong's heel was broken, and Tongtong talked to her several times, but Ling Yue forgot about it as soon as she was busy.

Even if he took her to the department store that day, he didn't think of buying her a new pair of shoes.

Huang Guixiang swallowed the food in her mouth: "Slapped me in the face, right? It's just a pair of shoes, not much money. You helped Xiaonian so much last time and lent me 50 yuan. I didn't take care of it. Thank you, I am a straightforward person, if I buy a pair of shoes for Tongtong and you still have to pay me, don't blame me for whipping you."

Ling Yue refused to ask for anything: "No, my brother is still clear about it, I can't let you spend money."

Huang Guixiang took out a cardboard box from the house and stuffed it into her hand: "I bought everything, just take it!"

Ji Xiaonian sat at the door with a bowl in his hand to watch the excitement, so he said cheerfully, "Why don't you just fight, and whoever wins will be the one who wins."

Huang Guixiang killed him with a sharp look: "Ji Xiaonian, if you can't speak, don't say it, no one will think you are dumb!"

One of the two wanted to give money, and the other pushed the other upstairs. After arguing for a long time, Ling Yue couldn't hold her back in the end.

"Okay, okay," Ling Yue said helplessly, "I'll take the shoes, is that okay?"

The tug-of-war between the two came to an end.

When I got home, there were indeed a bunch of children watching cartoons in the room.

Seeing her coming back, Tongtong sweetly called her mother, and then turned her attention to the TV again.

"Tongtong, Auntie Huang bought you a pair of shoes downstairs, come and try them on."

As soon as she heard that there were new shoes to wear, Tongtong hurried over.

Opening the box, Ling Yue saw the shoes inside, one head and two big.

——Huang Guixiang actually bought a pair of buckle leather shoes for Tongtong!

How can I repay this favor!

The cabinets in the store have not been made yet, and there is no place that sells furniture in this day and age. Almost all the furniture is found by carpenters.

Ling Yue didn't know if the 200 yuan in his hand was enough, so he planned to ask Lao Hu after dinner to see if he knew where there was a good carpenter.

Lao Hu likes to lead a group of people to play cards at home after work. They fight against landlords, level up, and play "thousand points".

With Ling Yue as a temporary job, Zhao Di didn't even need to talk about it.

After a day of hunger, Ling Yue didn't wait for Wang Zhaoyang to come back to eat with Tongtong.

When they finished eating and Wang Zhaoyang hadn't come back yet, Ling Yue was thinking about the cash register and told Tongtong to watch TV at home, so she went to find Lao Hu.

Lao Hu's poker friends hadn't arrived yet, but there were already three or four people chatting around the table.

Seeing Ling Yue coming, Zhaodi got up quickly, and was about to pour her a glass of water, but Ling Yue stopped her, and after explaining her purpose, she looked at Lao Hu.

Old Hu's name is Hu Lichun, he is 32 years old, ten years older than Zhaodi.

The origin of Lao Hu's name is similar to that of Ji Zhongqiu, and it is for this reason that the two of them laughed when they heard Ji Zhongqiu's name.

Hu Lichun looked at the man opposite him: "Zhijun, you are more familiar with this than me, why don't you help Xiaoyue ask?"

Peng Zhijun thought for a while and said, "There is an old carpenter at the vegetable market. Everyone says his craftsmanship is good. How about I help you ask?"

"No, you have to go to work tomorrow, just tell me where, and I will find him myself."

"That's okay, he's easy to find there. It's next to the shop that plucks cotton. His surname is Liu. Everyone calls him Lao Liu."

(End of this chapter)