After lunch the next day, Cheng Maixiang took her mother to the supply and marketing cooperative in town to buy some cloth to make clothes.

The town was only three miles away from Shuangshui Village. This little bit of hardship was nothing for the country people who were used to doing farm work. The two of them did not look for a car and arrived in the town in twenty minutes on foot.

The so-called town is just a street with shops on both sides and some houses built behind the shops for people to live in.

The supply and marketing cooperative is at the west end of the street. Although it is lunchtime, the cooperative is bustling with people, and there is even a long queue in front of one of the counters.

Cheng Maixiang was curious, so she went up to ask, and then she found out that the supply and marketing cooperative had posted a notice yesterday saying that several daily necessities would arrive today.

In this era of material shortages, many things often take a long time to be available in supply and marketing cooperatives, so once they are in stock, people rush to buy them, fearing that if they miss out, they will have to wait forever.

When Cheng Maixiang heard that everyone was queuing up to buy soap, towels and the like, she immediately lost interest and went to the cloth counter with Cheng's mother.

The saleswoman was a middle-aged woman of about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. She sat at the counter with her legs crossed, cracking melon seeds as if no one was around, and the melon seed shells were thrown all over the floor.

The sales clerks of this era were paid by the government and had absolutely no sense of service like those in later generations. They were all as difficult to serve as big bosses and would not take the initiative to greet customers. They would only speak when customers wanted to buy something.

Yesterday, she and Lin Jiayu bought enough cloth at the county supply and marketing cooperative, but Cheng Maixiang still wanted to come to the town's supply and marketing cooperative to see if there were any bargains.

After all, she just found out yesterday that although cloth coupons were required to buy cloth in this era, there were still some high-priced goods that did not require cloth coupons or goods that the salesperson obtained through personal channels and put them on sale. These fabrics were often better in texture and pattern than those from regular channels.

Cheng Maixiang took a look around and felt a little disappointed. The patterns of the fabrics were old and the colors were mostly dark. Whether using these fabrics to make clothes or headbands, they would look old.

Seeing that she couldn't find any good material, Cheng Maixiang was about to leave with her mother when her mother suddenly pointed to a piece of cloth sticking out from a corner and politely said to the salesperson, "Comrade, please help us get that roll of cloth and show it to us."

The salesperson ate some melon seeds and spoke impatiently. He glanced in the direction of Cheng's mother's finger and immediately asked curiously, "That's what you want?" "Yes."

Only then did Cheng Maixiang see that there seemed to be a piece of light pink cloth exposed under the heavy cloth. It seemed that this roll of cloth had been pressed for who knows how long and could not be sold at all.

This is not difficult to understand. In this era, people prefer bright red and green colors and are not interested in these light-colored fabrics. Moreover, fabrics of this color are not as stain-resistant as dark-colored fabrics. Country people work all day long, and they cannot work at all if they wear clothes of this color.

Seeing that Cheng's mother insisted on having the roll of fabric, the salesperson bent down, pulled the fabric out from the pile, and threw it on the counter. "It's 1.5 cents a foot. You can get a discount if you buy more."

Ordinary cloth costs 20 cents a foot, but this roll of cloth only costs 15 cents. It seems that no one wants it.

Cheng Maixiang pulled up the cloth and took a closer look. Although the fabric was ordinary, it was cotton after all, and it would be really good for making clothes and headbands for little girls.

It seems that no one knows a daughter better than her mother. Although she didn't say much, Cheng's mother could tell from the fabrics she bought yesterday that what she wanted were these light-colored ones.

Seeing that the two really wanted the fabric, the salesperson unexpectedly started to sell it to them. "Auntie, my sister has fair skin, and this color dress will look really good on her. There are only about 20 feet of fabric left. If you want all of it, I'll charge you 10 cents per foot, and you don't even need the fabric coupons."

Cheng Maixiang smiled. It seemed that she had sold this roll of cloth privately, but not many people bought it, so it had been piled up. Now that she had finally found someone who was willing to take it, she naturally offered a super low price, hoping to sell it all out in one go.

Cheng Maixiang smiled and nodded, "Okay..."

Before Cheng Maixiang could finish her words, she heard a high-pitched voice behind her: "Comrade, I want all this cloth. I'll charge you 1.5 cents per foot. No need to bargain."

Cheng Maixiang turned around suddenly and found it was Zhao Linlin!

Today she was wearing a white polyester shirt, black corduroy trousers, a pair of black round-toed leather shoes, and a high ponytail. She looked not much inferior to Cheng Maixiang.

Behind her followed a young man in his early twenties. He was short and fat, no more than five centimeters taller than Zhao Linlin, with a dark complexion and a simple and honest look.

This is Liu Wenzhen, the son of the Liujia Village Party Secretary that everyone was talking about a few days ago.

Perhaps the two sides had already torn their faces apart, or perhaps she was about to leave Shuangshui Village and no longer had to be so cautious in trying to please Cheng Maixiang. She rudely pushed Cheng Maixiang away from the counter and said, "Get out of the way! Don't block other people from buying things."

Originally, Cheng Maixiang was not determined to get the cloth. If Zhao Linlin had said a few soft words, she might not have bothered to fight for it. But Zhao Linlin humiliated her in public like this, and she was unwilling to give her face anymore.

"Zhao Linlin, everything should be done on a first-come, first-served basis. I like this roll of cloth and I want to buy it. As for you, you're late, so there's no reason to snatch it from someone else. What's the matter? It's become a habit for you to snatch other people's men, so you also take advantage of other people's things?"

Cheng's mother was already extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Linlin's arrogance and was about to explode, but after hearing what her daughter said, she looked at her carefully and realized that she was the woman who had been hiding behind Wu Jiadong that day.

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