Chapter 8: Buying Clothes
Xiao Yuanyan took Jiang Yuyan straight to Fengli Street, the busiest street in Lin County.
The most urgent thing was to buy two sets of clothes for Jiang Yuyan. The two came to the largest clothing store here, Xiangyun Pavilion.
The shopkeeper saw the two people coming from afar and hurried out to greet them. Women were rare these days, but they were the gods of wealth in the shops, so shopkeepers were usually very welcoming.
The woman in front of him was wearing men's clothes, but her charm could not be concealed. Even with her head covered tightly, all the shop assistants blushed.
"Ahem, ahem," the shopkeeper coughed twice delicately, and asked the waiter to bring out the most beautiful women's dresses in the store for Jiang Yuyan to choose from.
As soon as Jiang Yuyan entered the store, she began to look around. The clothing of the women of Dayue Country was similar to a cross-collared skirt with half sleeves, but it was complicated with several layers and was quite cumbersome.
She looked at the colorful dresses the waiter brought out, and her eyes were blinded by them. This aesthetic was also amazing. Jiang Yuyan silently complained in her heart.
The shopkeeper said with great pride that his shop was the best in Lin County.
Jiang Yuyan twitched the corner of her mouth. The clothing industry in Lin County is really hard to describe.
However, the fabrics of the clothes here are good. She picked two sets of Xiangyunduan pajamas, which felt silky and soft, and should be quite comfortable to wear.
Xiao Yuanyan brought her a moon-white crane cloak. After all, it was winter. Although Dayue Country was relatively warm, the wind in the morning and evening could still make people's bones ache. Jiang Yuyan felt warm in her heart. This man was really considerate!
Jiang Yuyan wanted to buy two more sets of underwear. She pulled the corner of Xiao Yuanyan's clothes and whispered in his ear, "Is there anything here... the clothes you wear underneath?"
Jiang Yuyan's voice was as light as a feather. She was too embarrassed to ask the shop assistants and the shopkeeper, and there were no women here, so she could only turn to Xiao Yuanyan for help.
Xiao Yuanyan's face was visibly red. The guys and the men who followed them watched the two of them rubbing their ears together, almost touching each other, and they were all envious.
Xiao Yuanyan didn't say anything, but just asked for some of the best fine cotton cloth, hurriedly paid the bill, and pulled Jiang Yuyan out the door.
Jiang Yuyan didn't understand. When they were in a secluded place, Xiao Yuanyan quietly replied to her. Clothing stores outside don't sell women's underwear. Most of them are sewn by the family's personal servants (usually some incomplete people). Poor families have their male elders sew them. After a woman gets married, her husbands will also sew them.
Jiang Yuyan was stunned and gained a new understanding of the virtue of men in this era.
She was alone now, and no one helped her sew. But this was not difficult, as she majored in fashion design, and sewing was basic. She was not very interested in ancient undergarments, especially bellybands, which had no support and affected her figure.
Perhaps because they had discussed the issue of underwear, Jiang Yuyan was already very accustomed to holding hands. Xiao Yuanyan led her to a fork in the main street and ran into a small alley called Huazhi Lane. The two of them also shook off those who were following them.
Huazhi Lane is not as lively as the main street. There are few shops and customers here. However, at the end of the lane, there is a small shop with a particularly elegant facade, which is eye-catching.
The signboard is very low-key, with two words simply engraved on a wooden sign, "Jinse". It is impossible to tell what it sells.
But this word is written with great style. As a young lady from a wealthy family, Jiang Yuyan also studied under a famous calligrapher when she was young. She wrote very well in the Ou style. When she was older, she practiced Wei and Jin small regular script for several years. Her handwriting is simple and elegant, yet strong.
Jiang Yuyan admired it for a while and hummed: "The brocade zither has fifty strings, and each string and pillar reminds me of my youth. This shop owner is indeed elegant, but he should be a man who is not short of money. He has no sense of doing business at all. If he is not a familiar local, who would have found this place!"
Xiao Yuanyan listened to her reciting poetry and felt it was very elegant and beautiful. Then he listened to her strange words afterwards and roughly understood what she meant. He couldn't help but laugh.
She always made him feel lively and interesting. She also seemed to have read a lot of books, unlike other women he had met who did not work, could not read, and only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.
The two entered the store, and the clerks who were chatting idly on the side came over to greet them immediately. Suddenly a woman came, and everyone was very happy, and they took out beautiful ready-made clothes in the store for Jiang Yuyan to choose from, like offering treasures.
As the name suggests, the dresses are simple and elegant yet exquisite. The colors are simple but harmonious. Jiang Yuyan felt that the aesthetics of this dress shop were very much to her liking, and her eyes lit up when she saw it.
The latest fashion color preference is Morandi color, which is a gray color with low saturation. Jiang Yuyan liked several sets she saw. Considering that she was still spending Xiao Yuanyan's money, she chose two sets first, one light lotus color and one duck egg blue.
They are all solid-color skirts, with only the cuffs, belts, and hems being delicately decorated. The embroidery is also dark in the same color, which doesn’t overshadow the main theme but is beautiful when you look closely.
Jiang Yuyan also had to praise: "Good taste!"
"Excuse me, is there a next line to the poem the girl just said?"
Jiang Yuyan, who was immersed in the beautiful skirt, suddenly heard a clear and pleasant male voice coming from the store door.
The two waiters hurriedly called out, "Boss!"
I saw a young man in white clothes who appeared here at some point. His eyes were gentle and his face was like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and his complexion was like the flowers in the early spring. His temples were as sharp as a knife, and his eyebrows were as black as ink. He was really good-looking.
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