As Cheng Maixiang expected, she and Lin Jiayu went home on the weekend and mentioned Zhou Minqi's words to Cheng's mother and Cheng's elder brother. At first, they were overjoyed to learn that the largest garment factory in Guangzhou agreed to affiliation with the garment workshop, but when they heard that Cheng Maixiang was going to Guangzhou in person to negotiate, they were somewhat opposed.

Cheng Maixiang spent a lot of time to persuade them, and after Lin Jiayu promised to go with her and protect her safety, the two of them reluctantly agreed.

"Why do my mom and my older brother always feel that there are bad people everywhere outside, as if I'll never come back once I leave?"

Cheng Maixiang sat on the back seat of Lin Jiayu's bicycle, complaining incessantly. She had just spent so much effort trying to persuade the two of them that she didn't even have the energy to go to the supply and marketing cooperative in town to buy cloth.

But they had to buy cloth, otherwise the garment workshop would soon run out of raw materials. The clothes from the garment workshop sold well in the county supply and marketing cooperative, and many girls were willing to buy new clothes to wear.

"My eldest sister is the same. This is the benefit of having family."

Cheng Maixiang suddenly became quiet. Yes, he was right. In her previous life, she was alone and no one would worry about her or give her instructions no matter what she did.

This is the care of relatives. It feels so novel.

Lin Jiayu suddenly jumped off the bicycle. Cheng Maixiang asked curiously, "What happened?"

"Is there a market in your town today? There are so many people coming and going up ahead that I can't ride my bike."

Yes, she had forgotten that today was the 20th day of the lunar calendar, which happened to be the big market held in the town every ten days. People from all over the place would come to join in the fun.

Lin Jiayu pushed the bicycle and she followed behind, struggling to move forward in the bustling crowd. From time to time, someone would accidentally bump into them.

Cheng's mother doesn't like to join in the fun. She only comes to the town to buy things when the family is short of something, and she doesn't wait for the big fair. Now she is busy with the garment factory, so she is even less likely to come and stroll around.

Therefore, this was the first time in Cheng Maixiang's two lives that she had seen a large rural market. Naturally, she looked around and felt that two eyes were not enough.

Almost half the vendors at the market were selling eggs. Rural residents had no other income besides their work points, so each household raised a few chickens. They wouldn't eat the eggs, so they saved them and sold them at the market for pocket money. The remaining vendors were fruits and vegetables grown on their own plots, and occasionally one or two vendors selling homespun cloth.

After looking for a while, Cheng Maixiang felt a little bored. The variety of goods in the market was far less than that in later times, and the quality was also very poor.

Cheng Maixiang was wondering if she could find a deserted path to bypass the crowd, when she suddenly saw a group of people gathered in front of her, chattering non-stop.

Cheng Maixiang was a very curious person. Seeing this, she greeted Lin Jiayu and tried her best to squeeze into the circle. She saw a group of young women surrounding a middle-aged woman, who kept picking up clothes piled on the ground and putting them on their bodies to gesture.

When Cheng Maixiang saw the pile of clothes, she was involuntarily surprised. These were the overalls produced by the garment factory, and now they appeared in the town market in a dignified manner.

Cheng Maixiang also picked up a piece of clothing, shook it open and looked at it carefully. The style of the clothing was indeed very similar to that produced by the clothing factory, but because there was no blueprint, many details were made crudely, and even the fabric was made of homespun cloth. After holding it for a long time, traces of dye were left on her hands.

Unexpectedly, less than two months after the garment factory opened, counterfeit goods appeared in the town market.

Cheng Maixiang put down her clothes with a wry smile and shook her head.

Although she had anticipated this situation, Cheng Maixiang didn't expect that this day would come so soon. Does this mean that her garment factory has become a fashion leader in the county?

Cheng Maixiang was just about to squeeze out of the increasingly crowded crowd when she suddenly remembered something and said to the middle-aged woman who was busy checking out people, "Sister-in-law, can I ask where these clothes are made?"

The middle-aged woman was serving customers and didn't even bother to look at her. She said impatiently, "Are you going to buy something or not? If not, I don't have time to serve you."

At this time, a young woman nearby kindly said, "Sister, this dress is made by the Liujia Village Garment Workshop. I heard that it is exactly the same as the clothes made by the Shuangshui Village Garment Workshop."

Liujia Village? Wasn't that the brigade Zhao Linlin had transferred to? Two weeks ago, she and Lin Jiayu had witnessed the bloody drama between Zhao Linlin, Liu Wenzheng, and Niu Lina at the county zoo.

Although Cheng Maixiang did not have any evidence, for some reason, she had a strong intuition that someone was behind these counterfeit clothes. Was it Zhao Linlin or Niu Lina?

Cheng Maixiang walked forward with her head down, thinking, and almost bumped into Lin Jiayu's bicycle. Fortunately, Lin Jiayu moved the bicycle to the side and stretched out his arm to stop her.

"What are you thinking about so intently?" Lin Jiayu held the bicycle handlebars with one hand and held her hand with the other, fearing that she would accidentally bump into something else again.

Cheng Maixiang explained the whole story in a few words.

Lin Jiayu's face suddenly darkened. He turned to glance at the gathered crowd and asked, "What are you going to do? Do you want us to go to the Liujia Village Garment Factory and ask them to stop copying your clothes?"

This is totally useless.

In this era, there is no concept of brand and copyright from the official to the public, and no one knows what intellectual property rights are. Especially for popular consumption such as clothing, there is no protection at all.

Even decades later, plagiarism of clothing designs still persisted, let alone in the 1970s.

"Are we just going to let them steal things from the clothing factory so blatantly?"

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