Chapter 97
Chen Qingyi smiled as she bought cloth to make clothes, "Yes, the clothes we brought are too thin, and it's cold in the morning and evening.
I just want to buy some cloth and make a few thick ones."
Even if she didn't say it, Chen Jiarou and her daughter would leak it out to make herself look good.
It’s better to strike first.
The aunts all turned around and looked the brother and sister up and down. Well, they were a bit thin and torn.
The unknown aunt curled her lips and said, "Stepmothers are just not good enough. The child has been here for so many days, and she didn't tell me to prepare it early."
"No, auntie." Chen Qingyi shook her head like a rattle. "The money and the ticket were given by Auntie Yang."
She is such an honest, kind and good child.
"Tsk," the auntie said with even more disdain, "I'm just trying to trick you young kids who are so inexperienced in the world.
If you don’t want it, will she give it to you?
Then what she gave was not earned by your father?
What your dad earns should be spent on you!!
You two should not be corrupted by her sugar-coated bullets, Yang Shuting, she is always good at pretending to be a good person.
A group of aunts nodded vigorously.
Everyone was talking and whispering about the vicious stepmother they knew.
For example, they would sow discord between the child and his biological father, or not let the child eat enough. Even more vicious, some would sell the child.
In short, no stepmother is good!
He warned them both to be careful and not to trust Yang Shuting.
The old lady concluded: "Yang Shuting's parents gave her eight hundred thoughts."
The brother and sister didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but nodded vigorously and said in unison, "Remember!"
The aunts were satisfied and talked about other things.
Aunt Qin, who sympathized with Zhao Xiangmei, was particularly kind, "I bought the cloth, can you make it?
If you don’t know how, just bring it here and I’ll make it for you.”
"Aunt Qin, thank you. If we need anything, we will come to you."
Chen Qingyi prepared to find a tailor.
She doesn't like to trouble outsiders.
When we arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, it was probably the weekend, so there were a lot of people there.
Seeing that Aunt Xiangfen was busy, I didn't go out of my way to bother her.
Chen Qingyi scurried around flexibly and successfully squeezed to the front, "Sister, this piece of light blue plaid pure cotton cloth.
Give me seven feet, wait, give me five more inches.
Make it looser.”
She didn't know if it was because she had too much fun torturing Chen Changbo and the others these days, but she actually gained some weight.
The eldest sister was so tired that she was sweating. Without saying much, she just pulled it to seven feet and five inches.
"Forty-five cents a foot, that's three dollars and thirty-seven cents, plus the cloth coupons."
"Here, I want some corduroy too. I want dark blue for a pair of trousers and light khaki for a coat.
I am 1.66 meters tall and weigh 86 kilograms.
Please take a look. How much cloth should I buy?"
The jacket and shirt were made of different fabrics, so they had to be looser, but she didn't quite understand.
Chen Qingyi was probably the first person to make such a request, and the eldest sister even laughed.
"The shirt is eight feet, and the pants are eight feet and five inches!"
Corduroy was expensive, 48 cents a foot, which cost another 7.90 yuan.
Seeing her staring at her hands with her big watery eyes, the saleswoman smiled again.
My hands subconsciously loosened.
Chen Qingyi, who had taken advantage, immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "You are so kind, sister. My brother will also buy some cloth, enough to make a whole set.
The pants should be black cloth, which is resistant to stains, and the clothes should be army green."
It cost less than nine dollars.
After finally buying all the cloth, the two went to the shoe store and each bought a pair of small leather shoes.
Put it on your feet immediately.
At this moment, Chen Changbo lost half a month's salary.
So delicious...
Chen Qingyi waved her hand and said, "Let's go find a tailor to make clothes for us."
I first asked an older lady, but I couldn't understand her accent, so I found a young man, and this time it went smoothly.
She is an older female master.
"Hello, Master. We will make one shirt, two jackets, and two pairs of trousers."
“I drew the blueprints and I wanted to make it like this.”
The female master was very easy to talk to: "Please take it out and let me see it."
Chen Qingyi happily pulled out the picture she had worked so hard on from her pocket...
The female teacher put on her glasses, leaned forward, and squinted her eyes. "You...what is this?"
Crooked and twisted!
Chen Qingyi touched her nose.
"Soul Painter, please forgive me, it's like this..."
After a lot of effort, I finally explained what carrot pants, loose pants, and bat-wing shirts are.
"Sew two buttons on the sleeves."
"I see." The female teacher was about to withdraw into herself. "What about this young man?"
Chen Qingfeng quickly said, "I'll just do it normally."
Oh my god, girls are so scary!
The female teacher breathed a sigh of relief. "The shirt is one dollar, the coat and pants are one dollar and fifty cents. Pick it up in three days."
After issuing the invoice and collecting half of the deposit, they immediately let the two go.
Bang, the door closed.
Chen Qingyi: ...
Chen Qingfeng chuckled: "...Where are we going?"
"Go to the black market. Be careful when you go there later. You might get into trouble today!"
Chen Qingfeng paused, "You suspect..."
Chen Qingyi nodded. She had not forgotten the sinister look in Chen Jiarou's eyes when she heard that she was going to the black market.
"Well, this is the mask I made, wear it later, and this, stick it on your eyelids.
Both of us have eyes that are too big, so we are easily recognized.
Change your shirt again."
Chen Qingfeng stared with eyes wide open, looking at her in disbelief at what she took out of her bag and what she was wearing.
Two completely different colors of clothing.
"I was wondering why your bag is so bulging, you must have been prepared!"
"Hehe..." Chen Qingyi raised her eyebrows proudly and shook her clothes again, "Look, whose is this?"
Chen Qingfeng's pupils constricted: "Red jacket? White suit?
this……
This is not...!!
You want to…”
Probably like this
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