Chapter 104 I really sympathize with the people in the provincial capital
Her cute appearance amused Yu Yaoyang. Why was this word, which everyone in the village recited, so cute when it came out of her mouth?
If the bus hadn't arrived yet, he would have been able to admire it for a while longer.
The provincial capital was no longer the "lonely aristocracy" of later generations. It could be called a "super first-tier city" in the country. It had a large clothing wholesale market, and surrounding cities had to come to the provincial capital to purchase goods.
Rutang chose to come on a weekday, thinking there would be fewer people there. But when he arrived, he found that there were quite a lot of people, all of them coming to purchase goods in large and small bags.
In the past two years, policies have been relaxed and the number of small vendors has gradually increased. However, since it has just started, it has not yet formed a scale and the wholesale market is still open-air, with small stalls connected together. From a distance, it looks like a huge shed.
There are not only clothes, but also department stores and snacks. The constant flow of people is full of the flavor of the times, like a microcosm of the 1980s. In the bustling wholesale market, Rutang saw the changes of the times, the gradually expanding material desires, and people's positive enthusiasm.
This is the best era for the North. Except for Rutang, almost everyone here has the confidence that “things will get better and better”.
Only Rutang understood that after the prosperity there was a decades-long depression. Until she came back, only literature and art had been "revival" in the Northeast, while the economy was still struggling to move forward.
It is just like the depression after fireworks bloom. People in later generations have only seen its depression but do not know how brilliant it was when it bloomed.
Thinking in this way, she and businessmen like Yu Yaoyang, whose ancestral home is in the Northeast, will have a long way to go to shoulder the mission of revitalizing their hometown in the future.
"Want to eat?" Yu Yaoyang had no idea how Rutang was feeling at the moment. Seeing that she was staring straight ahead in a daze, he thought she was hungry.
There is a breakfast stall in front, and the aroma of freshly fried dough sticks wafts from far away.
"Let's eat buns. That looks like an old shop." Rutang came back to his senses and pointed to the shop selling buns nearby.
The year is written on the sign, which means it has been around for several decades, even before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Many people come to eat it, and the young couple waited in line for a long time before they could buy one.
I ordered a plate of beef buns and two bowls of soup. The buns were soft, tender and juicy.
Rutang had a big appetite and ate two. Yu Yaoyang ate the rest, wiped his mouth, and said something that made the waiter next to him roll his eyes.
"It's not as good as the buns stuffed with locust flowers you made. I really feel sorry for my friends in the provincial capital. They have never eaten anything good. They have to queue up for something of this quality."
In his heart, his wife’s cooking skills are the best in the world, and the buns stuffed with locust flowers she makes are the most delicious food he has ever eaten.
The waiter rolled his eyes so much that Rutang didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly led him out, fearing that a fight would break out if he stayed for even a second longer.
The wholesale market was quite large, so Rutang and Yu Yaoyang went straight to the clothing area. They walked around for a few times, but no one tried to attract them.
The stall owners used woven bags to identify retail traders and wholesalers. They would be more enthusiastic towards those who came with woven bags. But since the Rutang couple didn't have woven bags and didn't look like they could wholesale clothes, they didn't greet them.
"What the hell is this? It's not very pretty, and it doesn't look luxurious." Yu Yaoyang took a quick look around and showed little interest.
Most of the clothes here are women's clothing. Judging from Yu Yaoyang's nouveau riche aesthetic, most of the styles are too plain and not worthy of his excellent wife.
"Keep your voice down. If you keep pulling people down like this, be careful or someone will cut you down." Ru Tang was afraid that this guy would repeat the scene in the bun shop, so he reminded him in a low voice.
However, although she said so, she was on Yu Yaoyang's side in her heart. The styles of the clothes were not satisfactory. They were slightly more varied than those in City D, but they were still a certain distance from Rutang's psychological expectations.
These goods can definitely be sold if they are brought back, but they are still some distance away from the "explosive products" that Rutang imagined.
While she was thinking about it, Yu Yaoyang had already picked up a red dress, tried it on her, and nodded with satisfaction. "Well, it's very luxurious."
"How much is this?" Yu Yaoyang asked the stall owner.
The female stall owner glanced at him casually, without making an offer, and pointed to the simple fitting room next to him and said, "There's a curtain next to it. Let your wife try it on first to see if she can accept it. As long as you two like it, the price is negotiable, and I'll definitely let you wear it."
This answer aroused Rutang's curiosity. From what the shop owner said, these clothes were not selling well?
But she thought this style was pretty good. Although it was red, it was not gaudy at all. It was rare that she and Yu Yaoyang had the same aesthetic taste.
The fitting room is actually a hanging wire ring, surrounded by a circle of cloth for cover.
Rutang let down the curtain and went in to try on the skirt.
When trying on clothes, I could hear the stall owner selling other styles to Yu Yaoyang. It seemed that he was not confident about the one she was wearing and didn't believe that she would buy it.
Yu Yaoyang asked Rutang's inner confusion: "Is there something wrong with what my wife is wearing? Is it taboo?"
“That’s not the case, it’s just…” The stall owner’s voice stopped when he saw Rutang.
Rutang changed into a red dress and came out.
A gust of wind blew up her long hair, and she casually brushed away the loose hair on her temples with her hand.
It was a simple movement, but she performed it in a charming and alluring way.
The bright red color sets off her milky skin with a translucent porcelain white color, and the surrounding scenery is eclipsed by her appearance.
The stall owner swallowed back the words that were about to come out: "The red skirt makes you look darker."
"This is tailor-made for her! It looks so beautiful." The stall owner praised from the bottom of his heart.
This skirt has been on display for so long, and so many people have tried it, but either they couldn't fasten the buttons at the back, or the length of the skirt couldn't support it. I finally found a thin person who could squeeze into it, but the bright color is something that dark skin can't pull off, and whoever wears it will look ugly.
Small vendors who bought goods from other provinces even avoided the skirt. If Rutang hadn't appeared, the stall owner even felt that the skirt would have been covered in dust forever.
Yu Yaoyang put one hand on his waist, his eyes full of smugness as if “my wife is the most beautiful in the world”.
How could his vision be wrong? Just because others can't wear a color doesn't mean his wife can't wear it!
"The retail price to others is 12 yuan, but I'll give you the wholesale price, 10 yuan a piece. Girl, it looks really good on you, so I'm giving it to you at a low price. You'll look as good as Sachiko when you wear it." The stall owner praised sincerely.
"Who is Sachiko?" Yu Yaoyang asked.
"She's the heroine of the TV series that's currently being broadcast, Yue Guoren." In the stall owner's mind, she is the most beautiful woman. Using this metaphor to praise Rutang is already the highest standard.
Yu Yaoyang didn't appreciate it at all.
"My wife must be prettier than that Japanese woman!" Although he has never watched the TV series, he thought so from the bottom of his heart.
"If we buy more, can it still be cheaper?" Ru Tang blushed and changed the subject. She didn't dare let him continue talking for fear of being beaten.
"Wholesale? Then it can be cheaper. You two didn't bring woven bags, so I thought you were selling retail." The stall owner became more enthusiastic.
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