Jiang Yue found Nanmen Street and soon saw a tailor shop with a small storefront. A young-looking girl was operating a sewing machine.

"Excuse me, is this Auntie Yang's house?" Jiang Yue was here for the first time and didn't know if she had found the right place.

"Do you want to make clothes? My grandma is out and will be back soon. Please sit down and wait for a moment." The girl looked small and spoke in a soft voice.

"Yes, okay." Jiang Yue walked a long way carrying a large stack of rolled-up paintings. She was a little tired and her arms were sore. She saw an empty table nearby and asked the girl. Then she put the books, paintings and the bought cloth on the table, and finally freed her hands.

The girl raised her eyelids, glanced at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, then continued to hem her trousers with her head down.

"I want to make two tops. Do you have any clothing patterns? I want to see the styles." Jiang Yue asked the girl.

"Pattern?" The girl raised her head and motioned Jiang Yue to look above her head. "These are the clothes my grandma made. Take a look."

As she spoke, she was cutting the thread and hemming the edges with scissors in her hands, and sewing on a sewing machine with her feet. Her movements were very skillful and there was no delay at all.

When Jiang Yue came in, she noticed a clothesline in the room with more than a dozen clothes hanging on it with hangers, but they were all very ordinary styles.

"Is that all?" Jiang Yue asked, "Are there any other styles?"

"Other styles? What kind do you want?" The girl looked up again and looked at Jiang Yue with her careful eyes.

"I want to make something like this..." Jiang Yue stated her request. She didn't want to wear the non-breathable "Dacron" all the time, so she wanted to make a pair of home clothes. She wanted it to be comfortable at home, and she could also wear it when she went out to buy groceries or take out the trash.

She also wants to make a shirt and a skirt.

The girl was confused. "...Why don't you wait until my grandma comes back and tell her. If she can cut out your home clothes, then she can make it!"

"OK!"

After a while, a woman wearing an old-fashioned blue cloth jacket with a slanted collar and black pants walked in.

"Grandma, someone's going to make clothes!"

Jiang Yue was bored waiting, so she picked up an ancient book she had just found from the scrap yard and started reading. When she heard the voice, she looked up and her eyes met the woman's.

The woman looked to be in her fifties, with her hair combed back in a bun. She was not tall and very thin, with a somewhat cold look.

"You must be Aunt Yang, right? The lady from the supply and marketing cooperative introduced me here. I want to make two sets of clothes." Jiang Yue specifically mentioned the lady from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Sure enough, when Aunt Yang heard the introduction from her acquaintance, the guard in her eyes became much less alert.

"What kind of clothes do you want? A coat or trousers?"

Jiang Yue put down the book and repeated his request again.

"Home clothes?" Aunt Yang looked puzzled. "What is that?"

"It's for wearing at home, it has to be loose and comfortable." Jiang Yue was afraid that Aunt Yang didn't understand, so she took out the picture she had drawn from the small cloth bag she brought with her, "It's like this, take a look and see if you can make it."

Aunt Yang looked at the drawing on the paper, looked at Jiang Yue with some surprise, and then nodded, "Okay!"

Although Jiang Yue was a little unsure whether Aunt Yang could really make what she wanted, after all, the clothes she saw in the store were very old-fashioned and rustic, but she was in a hurry to wear them and didn't want to find another tailor shop.

Just, try your luck.

"I want to make another shirt, but I don't want a collar like this. I want one like this..." Jiang Yue repeated her requirements for the shirt, pants and skirt, and Aunt Yang agreed to all of them.

Jiang Yue was a little nervous. Aunt Yang looked like an old-fashioned tailor, and she didn't know if she really understood her ideas.

"The cost for a top is three dollars and fifty cents, and for pants it's two dollars. If you make two sets, I'll just give you ten dollars together. Do you want to do it?" Aunt Yang took the cloth from Jiang Yue, shook it open to take a look, and then put it on the table without rushing to measure Jiang Yue's size.

Aunt Yang was not afraid that Jiang Yue would not give her the money. As soon as she took a look, she knew that the girl's family should be well-off. However, ten yuan was not a small amount of money. It was nearly half a month's salary for many people.

Besides, most people only make one piece of clothing, but this girl asked to make two sets, so Aunt Yang still had to confirm with her.

"Do it!" Jiang Yue was thinking, the labor fee is only ten dollars, it's really cheap!

By this calculation, she spent a total of twelve yuan on the cloth, and including the tailor's labor fee, a set of clothes cost eleven yuan. In her world, eleven yuan can't even buy a cup of milk tea.

"You don't have to give the money now. Just leave your name and pay a deposit of three dollars!" Seeing Jiang Yue taking the money so straightforwardly, Aunt Yang hurriedly tried to stop her.

"Okay!" Jiang Yue put down three dollars and asked with a smile: "Auntie, I want to arrange an expedited order. Can you make it for me as soon as possible?"

Aunt Yang heard a new word, "expedited order". Although it was the first time she heard it, she understood it. She thought about it and agreed, "Sure! Come and pick it up the day after tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you!"

Aunt Yang motioned for Jiang Yue to stand still, measured her size with a tape measure, wrote it down one by one, and then measured the cloth that Jiang Yue brought with a ruler. After confirming with Jiang Yue, Jiang Yue picked up her calligraphy and paintings and left.

"Grandma, I've never heard of those clothing styles she mentioned." Yang Cuiling had been listening to Jiang Yue and Aunt Yang talking, but she didn't understand a lot of what Jiang Yue said.

"That's right, you don't understand. How old are you?" Aunt Yang spread out the cloth, began to measure the size with a ruler, and then marked it with chalk.

Yang Cuiling pouted, "But that Miss Jiang doesn't look that old! Grandma, she doesn't seem to be from our family, how can she be so rich that she can do two sets at a time!"

Aunt Yang glanced at him coldly and said, "I'm paid to work, why are you asking so many questions?"

Yang Cuiling was scolded and dared not speak anymore.

**

When Jiang Yue got home, it was almost half past five. She put down the things in her hands and slumped down on the chair.

Although the journey from the county town to the staff quarters only took about ten minutes, she had to walk all the way back and forth on foot, and her body still couldn't bear it. At this moment, she felt that her legs and arms were not her own.

Jiang Yue was extremely thirsty, so she poured herself a glass of water. However, her hands were shaking as she was holding the water.

This physical fitness is really not bad!

It seems that exercise plan needs to be put on the agenda.

After resting for a while, Jiang Yue felt less tired, so she tied an apron and went to the kitchen to cook.

Jiang Yue first heated up the extra rice that she had cooked at noon. She then washed a few chili peppers, cut them into strips, heated up the pan, added oil, and put the chili peppers in. Immediately, the pungent smell of the chili peppers filled the kitchen.

Before Gu Ye even entered the door, he smelled a spicy and pungent smell and heard a few coughs. He remembered that Jiang Yue said at noon that she wanted to make chili peppers in the evening, and his heart moved.

There was no range hood at the moment, and the kitchen was filled with the smell of chili peppers and thick smoke. Jiang Yue couldn't stand the choking, so she ran out to get some fresh air. When she looked up, she saw Gu Ye just walking in.

"Gu Ye, you're back just in time!" Jiang Yue rushed over, grabbed Gu Ye's arm, and pushed him into the kitchen, "Go and serve the food! Ouch! I'm choking!"