"eraser!"

Zhang Cuihua had no choice but to reluctantly go find another eraser.

“Tell Li Laosan that if he doesn’t clean out all the excrement in the toilet today, I’ll throw him into the latrine pit.”

I keep my word.

Zhang Cuihua's lips twitched as she looked at the third son who was carrying manure.

The third son must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry such a jinx.

Thinking of Li Laoda, who had been detained for three days, she was afraid it would affect her son's college entrance exam.

I went and told Li Laosan that their toilet really needed cleaning.

The smell is just too strong.

Lin Shih-Han closed the windows and doors and went straight into the space; she didn't want to smell the stench.

She can sense when someone comes from outside, even if she's inside the space.

Thinking about the clothing styles that were popular in the 1980s.

She had actually looked into it, but it was just some dresses.

I drew three dresses.

The top is solid color, the bottom has large floral patterns, and a belt cinches the waist.

And dresses, whether floral or solid-colored with some embellishments, all look beautiful.

Another option is a tennis skirt, with a fitted waist and a pleated skirt that exudes beauty.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to give Zhang Xiao the most conventional dress design and have him try it on with the shop owner.

If the other party is willing to offer her a reasonable price, she will continue to paint for him.

If the other party sees it and then has their own people imitate it, then it's just like throwing away a design draft.

She would turn around and look for another one. If none of them worked out, then she would have no choice but to open her own clothing factory, design and sell her own clothes.

But that would be too much trouble, and she doesn't like trouble.

After finishing the last stroke, before even leaving the space, I was drawn in by the sounds of voices outside.

Has someone come to the Li family's house to cause trouble?