Seeing Luo Ailan about to cry out of grievance, Shen Qinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "No, I have another way, and the amount is large."

Luo Ailan immediately put away her aggrieved expression and blinked her eyes, "What is the way?"

"Don't worry about this. You should focus on selling goods in the future." Shen Qinghe thought of making sun-proof clothes and asked, "Have you found the cloth I asked you to find for me?"

Luo Ailan said in embarrassment, "No, but you don't have a ticket, so I can't give it to you through normal channels."

"How much cloth do you have and what color?" Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up. If she didn't have a ticket, she could go to the black market to exchange it.

It's the end of summer now. If we don't sell a batch of sun-protective clothing, we'll have to wait until next year.

"There is only one, and it's beige," said Luo Ailan.

Shen Qinghe smiled and said, "I want them all. You keep them for me. I will come to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy them this afternoon."

Luo Jialan nodded, "Okay, I'll keep it for you."

Shen Qinghe did not delay any further. After disguising herself, she rode her bicycle directly to the Guanghua Garment Factory's staff quarters to find Wang Guimei.

Wang Guimei was just about to look for Shen Xiaohua, but unexpectedly she ran into her at the gate of the staff quarters.

His eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "Xiaohua, I was just about to go look for you."

Shen Qinghe got off the bicycle, smiled at her, and pointed his chin at the snakeskin bag on the back seat.

Wang Guimei understood and took Shen Qinghe directly to the old place.

Shen Qinghe opened the snakeskin bag and took out the clothes inside to show Wang Guimei.

Wang Guimei checked the style and quantity and found nothing wrong.

"I only have two sets of clothes this time." Wang Guimei said regretfully, "It's the beginning of autumn, and fewer people are making summer clothes."

Shen Qinghe blinked her eyes and said, "Then let's make autumn clothes."

"Autumn clothes?" Wang Guimei looked at Shen Qinghe in confusion.

"Yes, autumn clothes." Shen Qinghe said with a smile, "Aunt, you don't think I can only make clothes for summer, do you? I can make clothes for all seasons. Next time you come, I'll give you the autumn clothes book."

"Okay, when will you come?" Wang Guimei asked.

Shen Qinghe hesitated, "I can't say for sure now, and I won't accept the two sets of clothes in your hand now. I have to go out for a while, and I will come to see you when I come back."

Wang Guimei frowned and asked, "How long will it take you to come back?"

"One week!" Shen Qinghe said.

Wang Guimei frowned even more deeply, "By then the weather will be even colder, and my old sister may not be able to make these summer clothes."

Shen Qinghe had no choice but to go find her grandfather.

"Please tell your two old sisters that you are sorry. When I come back to make clothes for them again, I will give them a color-blocked tablecloth."

Wang Guimei knew that Shen Qinghe had good craftsmanship, so she kept using the patchwork tablecloth and would praise it no matter who came to her house.

"Okay, let's talk about it when you come back."

Shen Qinghe nodded, glanced at Wang Guimei, and took out a pot of sunflowers from the snakeskin bag.

There are a few sunflowers in a small bamboo basket.

Wang Guimei held it in her arms lovingly and kept saying, "Why is it so beautiful? I love it so much!"

Shen Qinghe knew that Wang Guimei liked it.

Wang Guimei is a very good pimp and she needs to be protected.

"Don't worry, I will keep my old sister for you and make summer clothes for her when you come back." Wang Guimei said confidently.

Shen Qinghe smiled and nodded, then spoke a few words to Wang Guimei before riding her bicycle to the black market to buy some cloth coupons.

Wang Guimei looked at Shen Xiaohua's back and felt sorry again, "If you haven't married, I must marry her back to be my daughter-in-law. She is a little ugly, but it's the same when the lights are turned off."

Shen Qinghe didn't know that Wang Guimei still regretted that she got married early, so she rode her bicycle around the black markets.

Fortunately, the ticket exchange went smoothly, but there were not many cloth coupons, so she bought them directly with money. She bought ten five-foot cloth coupons and never bought more because she was afraid that if she bought too many, she would be targeted.

Luo Ailan said she had a piece of cloth, and the cloth coupons she exchanged could only buy half a piece, but she was satisfied.

After rushing no matter how hard he tried, Shen Qinghe entered the supply and marketing cooperative, sweating profusely, just as it was about to close.

When Luo Ailan saw her, her eyes lit up, then she pretended not to know her and asked impatiently, "Comrade, what do you want to buy? Hurry up, we're about to get off work."

Shen Qinghe, "..."

Luo Ailan blinked at Shen Qinghe, then turned her face away, acting as if she didn't know her.

Shen Qinghe, "..."

I'm afraid this is not an acting genius!

Shen Qinghe used all ten five-foot cloth coupons to buy cloth for making sun-protective clothes, put them into a snakeskin bag, and happily walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

She raised her wrist to check the time. It was just past half past five when she rode her bike towards Guanghua Garment Factory.

It was just after get off work, and workers in blue work clothes were walking or pushing bicycles out of the factory. There was a huge crowd of people, and the scene was shocking.

If you ignore the street scenes on the roadside, it is no different from the real scene of people getting off work in a large factory.

After everyone had left, there was no sign of Jiang Chunlin coming out. Shen Qinghe was suspicious, wondering whether this man had left or not, or whether she hadn't seen him.

Zhu Qiaolan came out of the factory and saw Shen Qinghe's face change, so she walked towards her.

Shen Qinghe frowned, glanced at Zhu Qiaolan, and continued to stare at the factory gate.

"Your family owes money to the Jiang family, and your mother used it to pay off the debt. You two have no feelings for each other at all. Why do you keep pestering Brother Chunlin?" Zhu Qiaolan stood in front of Shen Qinghe and glared at her fiercely.

Shen Qinghe was stunned. It was the first time that Zhu Qiaolan was so harsh to her.

In the past, even though she looked unhappy, I would never speak so bluntly. I always coaxed her and wanted her to divorce Jiang Chunlin as soon as possible.

This is urgent.

沈清荷双手一摊，歪头看着朱巧兰，欠揍的说道，“就算我家用账把我抵给蒋家，蒋春林愿意娶我呀，

Your family is better off than mine, and you have a decent job, but Jiang Chunlin just looks down on you. ”

"You..." Zhu Qiaolan's face turned red and white with anger.

In the past, even if she went to the Jiang family to find Jiang Chunlin, Shen Qinghe never said such things. In fact, she seemed very kind to her, as if she was hoping that Jiang Chunlin would fall in love with her and divorce her.

Now, why has it suddenly changed?

"Qiaolan." A man in his thirties came out of the factory pushing a bicycle. He had a crew cut, wheat-colored skin, and wore glasses. There was a briefcase in the basket in front of the bicycle. He was obviously a backbone of the factory.

Zhu Qiaolan turned her head and saw that it was her eldest brother. Her eyes and eyebrows squeezed together, and she sighed in her heart that she was so unlucky today. How could her eldest and second brothers see it?

"Big brother!" Zhu Qiaolan was not afraid of Zhu Zhigang, but was very afraid of Zhu Zhihong.

The eldest brother is eight years older than her and has been very strict with her since she was a child, unlike the second brother who always played with her since she was a child.

She dared to talk back to her second brother, but not to her eldest brother.

"Who is this?" Zhu Zhihong walked over and looked at Shen Qinghe. Her appearance did not match the clothes she was wearing.

He is fair and tender, with a handsome face, but his clothes are patched.

"Hello, comrade. I am Jiang Chunlin's lover, Shen Qinghe." Shen Qinghe looked at Zhu Zhihong openly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Zhu Zhihong's expression changed slightly and he looked at Zhu Qiaolan.