80s New Wedding Night: I Married the Fiercest Rough Guy

"Are we still getting a divorce?"

Her rough husband threatened her while gripping her waist. She had no choice but to beg for mercy, "No, we're not getting a divorce, we'r...

Chapter 215 The Skirt for Three Yuan and Eighty Cents

Alternatively, you can order custom-made clothing from a small clothing store.

However, custom-made items take time and are quite troublesome.

If she remembers correctly, the Yiwu garment market will take off in the next two years.

Once the market over there is fully connected with this one, many novel styles will be introduced. People who have had enough of wearing coarse cloth clothes will switch to cheap and good-looking new clothes, and a fashion trend will sweep through the streets and alleys.

What if she seizes this opportunity and takes over the clothing market early on?

On the way back, Tian Xiaohui asked her, "Sister-in-law, that dress doesn't seem expensive, why don't you want it?"

"Isn't it expensive?"

"It's not expensive. If I save up, I can afford it in a few days. It's just that I'm too big to wear these dresses and stuff," Tian Xiaohui said.

She usually wears her father's hand-me-downs.

Actually, she also wanted to buy a dress; with her income, she could save up for a few days and buy one.

Ye Yun smiled.

She didn't explain further.

A skirt that costs 3.8 yuan is indeed not expensive, or even cheap, but it is definitely not worth that price compared to the skirt mentioned earlier.

It seems she needs to think about going to Yiwu.

I went home at dusk.

Qin Zheng had already prepared dinner at home. After Ye Yun returned, he prepared water for her to wash her face and told her to wash her hands first, saying that dinner would be served soon.

Gu Jin was also there.

After Tian Xiaohui arrived, she slept with Ye Yun, and Qin Zheng went to Gu Jin's place. As a result, Gu Jin was with Qin Zheng almost 24 hours a day, while Gu Yingying disappeared.

After dinner.

A few people sat in the courtyard enjoying the evening breeze.

Ye Yun picked up the kettle, poured several glasses of cool boiled water, and asked Gu Jin and Tian Xiaohui to drink them.

She personally handed one of the cups to Qin Zheng, placed her small hand on his broad, sturdy shoulder, and tentatively asked with a light laugh, "Qin Zheng, can I talk to you about something?"