Qiao Baozhu wandered around the black market for a while, mainly to see what styles of ready-made clothes were sold there and how much they cost.
"I have to say, the ready-made clothes on the black market are better looking than those sold at your supply and marketing cooperatives."
Sun Jihong nodded and admitted: "The ready-made clothes we get from the supply and marketing cooperative are all popular styles. The ones sold on the black market are all high-end goods, and the prices are definitely more expensive."
Qiao Baozhu felt that those so-called high-end goods were just so-so. From her aesthetic point of view, there were not many that were pleasing to her eye.
Sun Jihong has been thinking about that expensive sweater. Whenever she looks at other sweaters, she always feels that they are not up to par.
Qiao Baozhu guessed what Sun Jihong was thinking and said with a smile, "Sister Jihong, do you like the high-quality wool on that sweater, or the fashionable style?"
"High-quality wool is not something people like us can wear. What I like is the pattern of the sweater. If that person hadn't stopped me from looking, I would have wanted to figure out how the pattern was knitted."
Qiao Baozhu smiled mischievously: "I know someone who can knit all kinds of patterns. You just need to tell her your ideas, and she will be able to knit them in a few days."
Sun Jihong was pleasantly surprised: "So amazing? You must have been a weaver girl in your previous life."
Sun Jihong was so proud for a moment that she spoke a little louder, attracting the attention of people around her.
Qiao Baozhu quickly tugged at the corner of Sun Jihong's clothes: "Sister Jihong, I dare not say that."
What past life, what Weaver Girl? If someone heard it, who would be charged with the crime of being a feudal remnant? Who of them could bear the responsibility?
Sun Jihong stuck out her tongue in fear, and pulled Qiao Baozhu to look for the 'Weaver Girl' eagerly.
Qiao Baozhu led Sun Jihong onto the bus. After getting off the bus, they walked around and around to a house with a vermilion gate.
"Why do you need to open the door?"
When Sun Jihong saw Qiao Baozhu take out the key, she realized that this was Qiao Baozhu's home.
"It's my first time visiting a store and I'm so embarrassed to come empty-handed."
Sun Jihong is not a three-year-old child who doesn't understand the ways of the world. She just doesn't want to use it on someone she doesn't like.
Qiao Baozhu caught a glimpse of Sun Jihong's embarrassment and smiled to help her out: "I have never brought any classmates back since I was a child. My parents are both disabled and they have low self-esteem."
"You are the first friend I brought home. If I brought a gift, they would be uneasy."
After hearing Qiao Baozhu's explanation, Sun Jihong's tense mood relaxed a lot. She had met Qiao Baozhu's parents before and knew that one of them had a bad leg and the other couldn't speak. Every time she met the two old people, they behaved unnaturally.
"Well, okay. When you're not at home, I'll come over often to help you two with the chores."
Sun Jihong did not pretend to be polite. She knew that the farm where Qiao Baozhu worked was quite far away and she did not have time to go back to her parents' home often.
We live in the same area of South City, and the distance between my home and the Qiao family is only two or three kilometers, so it is convenient to come here.
Sun Jihong secretly made up her mind that since she was the first friend that Qiao Baozhu brought home, she had to do something for her good friend.
"There's a well in the yard, so it's really convenient to get and use water."
Sun Jihong stood in the yard and looked around. There were two houses on the south side, and it was obvious that no one had ever lived there.
The small courtyard was tidy, with sheets and quilt covers hanging on the clothesline. The three main rooms had bright windows and clean desks, and firewood and coal were neatly stacked in the corner.
"Except for the lack of a toilet, everything else is good. Living in this yard is really comfortable."
Sun Jihong looked at the small square courtyard with envy, and felt suffocated when she thought that there were five or six people from three generations living in the pigeon coop at home.
Sun Jihong suddenly had a goal in life: to make more money and live in a big house like this one.
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