Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 11
Looking outside through the glass window, the wind is sunny, blue sky and white clouds.

He lifted the mat on the bed, took out the five yuan hidden in the book as a treasure, and thought about finding a job as soon as possible.

It is not in her character to be attached to men all the time.

Relying on the remaining memory of the original owner in his mind, he spent a lot of time inquiring about the market all the way. People came and went, and it was very lively.

There are few cars in this era, and most people travel by bicycle.

According to her observation, those who own bicycles generally have very good family conditions.

Take her family as an example, there is no such high-end things.

She looked curiously at the orderly street stalls on both sides of the road, selling all kinds of things.

At a glance, there were farm tools, rakes, hoes, and sickles she had seen on TV.

Basket, reed mat.

There are also clothes, tofu, candied haws, steamed cakes, sprinkled with a lot of candied dates, it looks delicious, touched the money in his pocket, swallowed twice, and endured it.

Thinking about buying it by myself when I make money later.

It's better to save the money Xiao Nanfeng gave.

After walking around and feeling the local customs and customs around, I walked towards the direction of Zizhong Station in a leisurely manner.

Passing by a department store, one couldn't hold back and walked in.

The layout of shopping malls in this era is very similar to the front desk of a hotel. There are salespersons standing in front of the counters with several rows of shelves, and the goods sold are placed on the countertops and on the shelves behind them.

At a glance, there is a dazzling array of red thermoses, red porcelain basins, black and white TV sets, furs, purses, western clothes, foreign wine...

When I asked about the price, it was cheap!

It's a pity that the money in her pocket can't afford it!
fall~(_)
However, it can also be seen from this that the supplies of the 80s were not as short as imagined.

I stopped in front of the counter selling fabrics.

Reach out and try out the monochrome fabric that sits on the countertop.

The softness and color of the fabrics in this era are not as advanced as those decades later, but the unique atmosphere created by the times cannot be imitated decades later.

The salesperson at the counter was a woman in her early thirties, she was pretty, her face was pink and pink, her mouth was smeared with light red lipstick, she was well-dressed, she smiled and said, "Little girl, can you make clothes out of cloth? "

Ying Wanwan shook her head, "I'm just looking." As Xiao Nanfeng said, she wasted all the cloth tickets, and now I can't buy cloth even if I have money.

Thinking of the cardboard box of clothes she stuffed under the bed made her feel a pain.

Those clothes that looked [-]% to [-]% new were probably just made by the original owner, but they didn't suit her eyes.

What on earth was the original owner thinking? Originally, the family was not rich, and she still bought things indiscriminately.

When the salesperson heard this, the smiling face immediately turned cold, and he picked up the feather duster and flicked the place Ying Wanwan touched just now, "Why are you touching if you don't talk about it?"

"." Are the salespersons so arrogant these days?
Ying Wanwan frowned lightly, with an attitude that more things are worse than less things, "I'm sorry, I just think this cloth is pretty, so I couldn't help but touch it."

"Hmph! What if you touch it?" The salesperson looked her up and down, curled her lips, "I can't afford this piece of cloth when I see you are dressed like this, and dare to touch it? Can you afford to pay for it if it gets dirty?" reprimanded The sound drew the attention of passers-by.

Ying Wanwan got angry, "Dogs look down on people, what's wrong with my clothes? What does it matter to you whether I can afford cloth?"

"Well, you bastard, how dare you scold my old lady!" The salesperson waved towards Ying Wanwan with a feather duster.

Ying Wanwan subconsciously dodged back and narrowly avoided the opponent's attack. She was surprised and panicked at the same time. Seeing the opponent's strong physique, she must not be able to handle it with her small body. She avoided the onlookers and ran out.

The salesperson chased her two steps, cared about the booth, and spit at her back, "You're a bastard who runs fast!"

Seeing that no one was chasing after her, Ying Wanwan stopped, clutching her chest and panting.

It's terrible!

Inexplicably, she just touched the fabric, so she lost her temper and hit someone?
Next time, she must not come out alone. When encountering such a thing, she has no other idea but to run.

If Xiao Nanfeng was around, she could still be a bit tougher.

I can't figure out how the other party is just a salesperson, how can he be so arrogant.

I found the Zizhong Station, bought radish seeds and celery seeds, and weighed two catties of garlic lumps at a roadside stall.

When weighing, the stall owner's weight was lifted high, and at the end of the day, he stuffed two lumps into her bag.

This made Ying Wanwan change some of her views on people doing business in this era just now.

She thanked her with a smile, took the garlic handed over by the stall owner and walked towards the base.

Ying Wanwan returned home, it was still early.

She carried a watering can into the vegetable garden, sowed rapeseed and sprinkled water, and planted two rows of garlic.

By the way, I picked two small green vegetables and prepared to use the dough left over from making dumplings yesterday to roll out noodles and eat them.

Pushing open the door, Xiao Nanfeng was at home, and there was a piece of pork belly skewered with straw rope on the table, his big eyes lit up.

But because of what happened in the morning, she didn't want to talk to him. She pretended not to see him, put down the watering can in her hand, and took a basin to scoop up water to wash the vegetables.

Xiao Nanfeng took the initiative to say hello to her, "Wanwan, you're back, have you grown all the vegetables?"

Ying Wanwan remained silent.

After a while, he expressed his goodwill, "You have become diligent, and your temper is better than before."

Ying Wanwan moved her lips, "I think it's better for me to change back." Except for the difference in her three views from the original owner, there is nothing different about her.

Looking in the mirror, even she herself couldn't tell the difference between the two.

So much so that she occasionally wonders if she is having a dream that feels real.

Xiao Nanfeng raised his hand, scratched the bridge of his nose lightly to cover up his embarrassment, "It's fine with you like this."

He watched her hold the dough and the rolling pin, clumsily but earnestly.

He walked to the washstand next to her to wash his hands with great eyesight, wiped it with a towel, and approached her, "You go and rest, I'll do it."

Ying Wanwan twitched her lips, gave up her seat, and retreated to the seat where he was sitting just now without saying a word, lowered her body and sat down next to the stool.

His gaze involuntarily turned to his busy hands, and after a while, "I was almost beaten when I went out today."

He quietly answered, "You are so aggressive, who would dare to hit you?"

"You!" Ying Wanwan was annoyed, staring at his back as if bursting into flames, "I hate you!"

Xiao Nanfeng turned his head to look at her. Even if she was angry now, she was completely different from her domineering appearance before. He was silent for a moment, "Why did they beat you?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Wanwan thought he was going to vent her anger for her, so she quickly put aside the unhappiness just now, and immediately raised her eyes, and narrated the process to him, "Do you think that shop assistant's attitude is arrogant? They do business like this. Who will go shopping with her next time?"

(End of this chapter)