Seeing the man whom she regarded as her savior coming towards her, Li Lin's heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of her chest.

Zhao Xiaomei was looking at a piece of light-colored rags. Although the color wasn't her favorite, it was the best-looking piece of cloth on the counter. Just as she was hesitating, Song Yun's voice rang out beside her, "Comrade, I'd like to buy some cheaper homespun cloth. Do you have any?"

The salesperson selling fabrics was a woman in her early thirties, with a round face and round eyes, and a smiling face. She was much friendlier than the salesperson selling cookware.

"Yes! How many do you want? I'll get them. They're all in the warehouse."

Song Yun didn't know how much it would cost, so she had to see the product before making a decision. "Can I go with you?"

The salesperson glanced at Qi Mo Nan and said with a smile, "Hey, I just need to go out for some fresh air. Wait a minute, I'll find someone to help me."

But after two hours, the salesperson asked a colleague to come over to help watch the counter, and she took Song Yun to the fabric warehouse at the back.

Qiwei is a separate warehouse for storing cloth. The warehouse is not big, with two shelves inside, which are filled with various common cloths. The homespun cloth is placed in the corner. Unlike other cloths that are neatly rolled up, the homespun cloth is in bundles and is not sold by the meter, but by the kilogram.

"These are the homespun cloths woven by the villagers themselves. They are brought to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange for household expenses. They are 30 cents per pound, and no coupons are required."

The homespun cloth is of a single and dark color and rough to the touch. It is naturally far inferior to cotton cloth, but it is cheap. Moreover, the fine cotton cloth used in the cowshed is too conspicuous, so this coarse homespun cloth is just right. Although rough, it is durable and warm.

"How many pounds are there in total? I want them all." Song Yun asked, pointing to two bundles of cloth.

The salesman's eyes lit up, and his smile became more sincere. "I've weighed this homespun cloth. A bundle weighs fifteen pounds, no more, no less."

Song Yun nodded, "Yes." Then she looked at the shelf, "Can I see other cloths?"

The salesperson waved his hand cheerfully, "Feel free to look around. Just tell me if you like anything." Then he continued to chat with Song Yun, "Are you an educated youth from the city? I haven't seen you before."

"Well, I'm an educated youth who just came to Qinghe Village. My last name is Song. What's your name, sister?"

Being called "sister" by such a beautiful young woman, Jiang Yuanyuan's eyes curved into crescents with joy. "I'm Jiang Yuanyuan, and you can call me Jiang Jie."

Song Yun pointed to a roll of dark blue cotton cloth and said, "I want twenty-five feet of this cloth."

Jiang Yuanyuan immediately took out a pair of scissors and, without using a ruler, cut off 25 feet of blue cotton cloth based on her experience. "Sister, this cotton cloth is thick and is perfect for making winter clothes and trousers. Can 25 feet be used up?"

Song Yun smiled and said, "I brought it for a friend."

Jiang Yuanyuan folded the cut cloth and put it into a cloth bag in the warehouse. She smiled and asked, "Are you and that officer outside a couple?"

Song Yun stared, thinking to herself, how could she and Qi Mo Nan look like a couple?

"no."

Jiang Yuanyuan asked again: "Do you have a partner?"

Song Yun probably guessed what she was going to ask, "I'm still young and don't plan to date."

Jiang Yuanyuan knew the hidden meaning of the other person's words, but she didn't give up. "It's the perfect age for you to find a partner. If you find the right one, date him/her for a year or two. Then you can get to know each other better and you'll be at the right age to get married." She was really worried about her brother.