Chapter 39 These ones look better!
Xia Qingxing looked her up and down, smiled faintly, and gave an affirmative answer:
"I really can't put on such ugly makeup, and I really won't buy such an ugly skirt."
"That's right, we won't buy them, we'll leave them all to you, ugly clothes suit you best." Mai Miao immediately cooperated and took a step forward to hold Xia Qingxing's arm:
"Don't bother with her, Qingxing, let's go."
After that, he pulled Xia Qingxing to the other side and started looking at other products.
At this time, Zhao Cuilan came over and handed the wrapped skirt to He Shanshan:
"Shanshan, don't listen to their nonsense, they don't know the goods at all. This skirt is the most beautiful in our store. You will look better in it."
"Well, I'm not angry. They are just sour grapes." He Shanshan touched the clothes with her hand. The slippery fabric made her very happy. She couldn't help but say:
"Auntie Zhao, I want to wear it."
"Okay, there is a changing room over there, go and change." Zhao Cuilan said with a smile:
"After you change, go to that station and you will be a living sign."
Xia Qingliu and Mai Miao were walking in the garment area. Seeing that He Shanshan didn't follow, Mai Miao lowered his voice and asked in confusion:
"Qingxi, do you really think that skirt is ugly?"
Xia Qingxi's eyes stayed on the clothes on the wall. There were many long cotton skirts hanging there, some solid and some plaid, with well-fitting waists, making people look taller and thinner. She turned her head and said to Mai Miao:
"I think these are better looking."
Mai Miao followed her gaze and saw those cotton skirts, then nodded and said:
"These are good, but a little monotonous, without any special features."
Xia Qingxi thought for a while, fixed her eyes on a white skirt, and said softly:
"Look at the white one. If the neckline is lowered a little, and the cut fabric is made into ruffles and sewn on the cuffs, and the smaller pieces of fabric can be used to make a few small flowers and sewed on the waist, it will look much better."
Mai Miao's eyes lit up after hearing this. She looked at the price of the clothes, which was more than seven yuan. She was a little tempted and asked,
"Can you alter it?"
Such a small alteration was too easy for Xia Qingxing. She nodded confidently and said,
"Yes, it's quick to alter. It can be done in more than half an hour."
Mai Miao hesitated for a moment and said to Xia Qingxing,
"Then if I buy it, can you help me alter it?"
She still trusted Xia Qingxing's craftsmanship. After all, Xia Qingxing was rated as an outstanding female worker in the factory last year and was awarded a sewing machine.
"Sure." Xia Qingxi agreed readily:
"I'll help you alter it after work tomorrow, and come and get it when it's done."
Mai Miao bought the skirt, and the two continued walking forward. Soon Xia Qingxi's eyes were attracted by a row of georgette skirts, especially the light green floral one, with long sleeves and a small V-neck. The skirt was large and light, and looked very fresh and elegant.
Xia Qingxing pointed at the green skirt and said to the salesperson:
"Comrade, how much is this skirt?"
"Comrade, you have a good eye. This fabric is called georgette, which is imported from abroad. It is rare in China, but it is indeed more expensive than clothes made of ordinary fabrics."
The short-haired salesperson said with a smile, then took the skirt from the wall and handed it to Xia Qingxing, continuing:
"This one is 42 yuan."
Mai Miao, who was standing by, thought the skirt was beautiful and was about to touch it, but when he heard the price, he immediately withdrew his hand.
At this time, another salesperson came over, touched the short-haired salesperson with her shoulder, and whispered:
"Didn't you see that they couldn't even afford the red Dacron skirt from Sister Zhao, and yet they showed her this."
Although she deliberately lowered her voice, it was impossible for the few people so close to hear it. Mai Miao wanted to refute, but the poor man had little influence, so he could only stand there in silence without saying anything.
Xia Qingying looked calm. She took the skirt and looked around, touched it, and returned it to the salesperson after a while, saying:
"Thank you, let's take a look."
It's not that Xia Qingying couldn't afford it, but a skirt cost more than 40 yuan, which was really expensive for her now.
She would not buy them just to save face, after all, the money was earned by the original body, and she would still need it.
The short-haired salesperson took the clothes, still smiling, and did not look down on her. She said:
"Okay, comrade, please take a look at other ones."
In the end, Xia Qingxing took a fancy to a blue plaid cotton top, a white shirt for men, and a set of sportswear for half-grown children, and bought them for a total of more than 20 yuan.
The blue plaid top was for the original body's mother, and the white shirt and sportswear were for the older brother and younger brother respectively.
After shopping in the clothing area, the two walked to the counter selling fabrics. This was the main purpose of Xia Qingxing's visit to the department store today.
There were all kinds of fabrics on the counter, the most common being cotton and linen, followed by Dacron.
The prices varied greatly, with cotton costing 40 cents a foot and Dacron costing 1.5 yuan a foot. Xia Qingxing decisively chose cotton.
In this era, almost everyone was in love with Dacron, thinking it was beautiful and trendy, but only people in later generations knew that pure cotton fabrics were much better than chemical fiber fabrics such as Dacron.
Xia Qingxing quickly picked out more than ten feet of fabric, mostly navy blue and dark gray, which were more stain-resistant. She originally wanted to buy more, but she didn't have enough cloth coupons, so she had to give up.
"Why are you buying these colors? They don't look very good." Mai Miao, who was standing by, couldn't help but say when she saw that Xia Qingxing only picked dark colors.
"Well, these are dirt-resistant." Xia Qingxi explained:
"My mother and my brother are wearing them for work."
"Oh, I bought them for your family, so they are suitable." Mai Miao suddenly realized.
As the two were talking, Xia Qingxi suddenly caught a glimpse of a large pile of cloth in the corner of the counter. These were all leftover scraps from a piece of cloth that had been sold to the last bit and could not be cut into a foot. So there were all kinds of colors, fabrics, and patterns.
Xia Qingxi's eyes lit up, and she pointed at the pile of cloth and said to the salesperson inside:
"Are you selling those fabrics?"
The salesperson looked in the direction she pointed and saw the pile of scraps. He nodded and said,
"Yes, but these are not in a complete piece. If you take them to a tailor shop to make clothes, the tailor may not be able to make them for you."
"It's okay. I can make them myself." Xia Qingling said with a smile. She was pretty, and when she smiled, she looked even more gentle and charming.
Everyone loves beauty. Seeing that the girl was pretty and polite, the saleswoman bent down and took out the fabrics while saying cheerfully:
"It's good that you can make them yourself. Let me tell you, although these fabrics are a bit mixed, there are still many good and expensive ones. You won't lose money if you buy them back, and you don't need a fabric coupon."
No fabric coupons, this is exactly what Xia Qingying wants. She looked at the fabrics carefully, raised her hand and touched them, and they were indeed good. In addition to cotton, linen, wool, and chemical fiber, there are also some silk and blended ones.
"How much are these?" Xia Qingying asked.
"Do you want all of them?" the saleswoman asked.
It was indeed too much to ask for all of them. Xia Qingxi thought for a moment and said,
"How about half of them?"
"You can pay three yuan for half of them." The elder sister said sincerely,
"Although these fabrics are scraps, the quality is just as good. As long as you use them well, you can make five or six sets of clothes."
It was only three yuan for so much. Xia Qingxi was very satisfied. She looked at the salesperson and said,
"Can I pick the ones I like?"
"Yes, yes." The salesperson agreed readily.
Xia Qingxi picked and chose from a pile of fabrics. She didn't want the ones with dull colors or those that were too eye-catching. After a while, she picked out a bunch of fabrics that she was satisfied with.
"Okay, that's all. Please help me tie them up." Xia Qingxi said with a smile.
To others, these fabrics may be scraps that are not presentable, but to someone like her who studies fashion design, they are treasures. As a fashion designer, the thing she hates the most is fabrics.
At this time, He Shanshan, who had just changed into a red skirt, suddenly came over. When she saw the fabrics Xia Qingxing bought, she immediately covered her mouth and laughed:
"Haha, no wonder you look down on my skirt, it turns out that in your eyes, rotten fabrics are good things!"