Song Shuxi held Lightning and Mo Ying's hands, followed An An Lele, and accompanied them shopping.
Maybe it was because of the intimidation of the two big dogs, no one approached them and it was unusually quiet.
At the fabric counter, the two kids looked at the fabrics and whispered, "Dad usually wears a military uniform, so we don't need to buy him fabric, right?"
"Yes, give Mom her share so she can have two new sets of clothes."
The two brothers hit it off immediately, made a decision, and started looking for satisfactory fabric.
Song Shuxi was behind them, listening to everything, and accepted her child's preference in a good mood. And decided to go home and show off to Wei Jianguo.
"Pretty auntie, we want that maroon fabric, can it be used to make clothes?"
The salesperson was indeed a little arrogant at this time, but he was not stupid, and he did not show any dissatisfaction because the question was asked by a child.
After all, the children were wearing nice clothes, their speech and behavior were very polite, and most importantly, there were two big dogs behind them. It must be unusual for a family to be able to raise a dog like this these days.
Try to explain in a language they can understand, "This is corduroy. It feels soft and is perfect for winter. The color you chose is also very beautiful. It just arrived today."
What the salesperson said was the truth. The goods had just been unloaded that morning, otherwise the popular material and color would have been sold out long ago.
An An looked back at her mother, "Mom, how much should we buy?"
Song Shuqian then stepped forward and touched the fabric, which was indeed good.
“Does this come in other colors?”
"And a dark brown one."
"Two colors each need 6 feet." After saying that, she looked at the two children and explained, "One meter is equal to 3 feet. Okay, go ahead and choose."
The two children continued shopping. Lele saw a piece of white Dacron and was about to speak.
Song Shuqian stepped forward quickly, "Lele, I'm sorry, Mommy has to interrupt you. I don't really like wearing this kind of Dacron-made clothes, the white fabric you're looking at, so don't count this as my share."
"Okay, mom."
Since her mother didn’t like it, Lele decisively gave up on the Dacron and chose something else.
In the end, the two children chose suitable fabrics for everyone in the family, including Wei Jianguo.
Song Shuqian reminded them, "Making clothes also requires buttons, zippers, and thread."
After hearing this, the two of them hurried to find these necessities.
Following Song Shuxi's advice, they chose 10 copper buttons, 10 bakelite buttons and some cute little buttons suitable for children.
After buying everything, the two children took out the shopping list written by Song Shuxi and looked for where to go next.
An An and Le Le successfully attracted the attention of the sales clerks in the supply and marketing cooperative, but it was because they were both too young.
It is not easy for children of this age to recognize banknotes, but they can actually calculate how much the items they buy cost and how much change they should get.
A salesperson asked Song Shuqian, "Comrade, how do you usually educate your children? I'm afraid you will laugh at my child who is twelve years old but still can't do addition and subtraction within 100.
I’m afraid that if I ask him to take over my job in the future, he’ll miss out because he doesn’t know how to count. "
"Do more simulations. Pretend you are shopping at home and let the children do the math themselves."
The salesperson looked envious. "I'll go back and try. That damn kid runs around everywhere when I talk about studying."
At this moment, Song Shuxi actually felt a little proud. She seemed to understand why her mother liked to show off her children when they were young.
You know what, it feels pretty good.
After saying goodbye to the salesperson, Song Shuxi followed the two children to the tobacco and alcohol counter on the second floor.
"Auntie, do you have Maotai?"
"No". Perhaps because the salesperson saw that there were two kids buying things, he was unusually patient.
"Our supply and marketing cooperative has never had Moutai. You have to go to big cities to buy that kind of liquor. The best-selling liquor here is Yanghe Daqu, our local liquor is Zhuanlongye, and the most expensive is Wuliangye."
An An remembers that his father once said that if you encounter something you don’t understand, just buy the most expensive one within your means. You get what you pay for.
"Auntie, I want two bottles of Wuliangye."
After saying that, he carefully took out the bill and handed it to the salesperson.
Song Shuxi really doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, so smoking is not allowed in their home.
Lele said, "Mom, we should go buy some paper and pens."
"Let's go, buy some more. This stuff won't break, and you can use it when school starts."
The two of them chose a few notebooks for themselves and bought paper for practicing calligraphy.
When they were about to leave, they saw New Year pictures and they both liked the ones about mythological stories. He looked at Song Shuqian and asked silently.
Song Shuqian nodded in agreement.
The two children each bought two and planned to put them up in their own rooms when they got home.
It was already noon when we came out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Song Shuqian didn't expect them to stay in there for so long.
There was a post office opposite the supply and marketing cooperative, and she went there and bought two sets of stamps. This is one of her hobbies, using stamps to commemorate each year.
"Are you hungry?" Song Shuqian asked the two children.
It took her a long time to shop just now, and she hadn't had time to visit several stores, so she wanted to just eat something.
An An touched her belly and said, "I'm not hungry yet." Lele also said he was not hungry.
"Then let's go to Grandma Wuyun's Mongolian robe shop and visit her. The horse-head fiddle in our home was given to us by Grandma Wuyun.
Last year, my mother asked someone to help her express her gratitude and give a return gift.
Now that we have come to Cuiyuan City today, we should go and express our gratitude in person. "
Both kids said there was no problem.
The two of them got on the bus and walked towards Grandma Wuyun's shop.
Only when I got closer did I realize that the store was very deserted, with garbage at the door. It had obviously been closed for some time.
Looking through the window, Song Shuxi found that the room was empty. She was confused and didn't understand.
She went to the surrounding neighbors to ask about the situation.
An auntie was a little wary and asked, "What is your relationship with Wuyun?"
Song Shuqian explained, "It's the relationship between the store owner and the customer. I really like the Mongolian robes made by Grandma Wuyun, and I've bought a few pieces of clothing here. Grandma Wuyun gave me a discount, and I came here today to say thank you."
The aunt was relieved after hearing this, "You are too late, the dark cloud has gone.
If she gives you a bargain, just accept it. Wuyun does things according to her heart. Maybe it's destiny with you. "
Maybe it was because of the cold weather, Song Shuxi was so frozen that she couldn't think. She asked, "Gone? Where did you move to? Can you give me an address?"
"She passed away. She was in very poor health. She had many hidden injuries from previous battles and never received good treatment. Two years ago, her condition worsened. Wuyun did not want to seek treatment and chose to let nature take its course.
Left this year. "
All the ignored details before this moment suddenly connected together.
She personally chose new owners for the Mongolian robes she made for her comrades and was reluctant to sell.
She also sold all the precious jewelry she had saved.
And there is the horse-head fiddle that I gave her.
I see. Grandma Wuyun knew that her health was not good, so she found new and suitable owners for her babies.
The neighbor aunt continued, "Wuyun is also a pitiful man, he has always been alone.
Before leaving, she donated the house and all her money to the orphanage.
It was also at this time that we learned that all the money she earned from selling clothes over the years had been donated to the orphanage. "
The neighbor's eyes were red as she spoke, "That money is enough for her to take good care of herself and live another ten years."
Rarely, Song Shuqian was also touched.
What kind of person is he who is willing to use his own money to support so many orphans? She still raised him secretly and didn't let anyone know that she was the one sponsoring him.
Song Shuqian admires this kind of great love, but she is not that great. In comparison, she loves her own small family more.
Song Shuxi wanted to take the children to pay homage, but when she thought about the current situation, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
"Thank you for telling me, and please accept my condolences. May Grandma Wuyun rest in peace in the arms of the Eternal Heaven, and may her soul find eternal peace and liberation."
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