Only after taking a shower and lying on the bed can I feel completely calm.
Wang Shuning couldn't help but wonder if Liao Tingming did it on purpose?
Or was it that his parents acted on their own initiative, and like Song's mother, they were eager for Liao Tingming to get married and so they forced him to get married.
The next morning when Song's mother got up, brushed her teeth and washed her face, she no longer looked as angry as she had been the night before.
After breakfast, Wang Shuning went out to go shopping. A storm could come at any time if he stayed at home, so he stayed at home for two days.
"Xiao Ning is dressed so beautifully, where is she going?" Aunt Liu, our next-door neighbor, had just returned from the supply and marketing cooperative after buying white tofu.
Wang Shuning smiled faintly. The relationship between Aunt Liu and Song's mother was unclear.
He can be a bad friend who always speaks ill of the other person as soon as they meet, or he can be said to be a close friend whose true friendship is revealed in times of trouble.
"I haven't been back for more than a year. The weather has been nice these past two days, so I'm going to go around and relax."
Aunt Liu stared at the ruddy and slightly chubby little daughter of the Wang family. Others went to the countryside to suffer, but she went to the countryside to be a teacher, which was a direct promotion and better than working in a factory. It was a pity that she was too far away from home. It would be better if she was in Beijing.
"Ziguilou is holding a New Year's goods fair these past two days. Yesterday, your uncle Liu and I took a bus over there and bought a lot of things that we don't usually see. There were so many people rushing to grab things. It was so crowded."
Wang Shuning thought, "Zigui Tower seems to be on the other side of Mojing Mountain. Is there a car passing through?"
Aunt Liu smiled and replied, "I knew you didn't know. It was just opened at the end of last year. It's right over there at the street intersection. It will leave when it's full."
Wang Shuning nodded. New Year’s goods exhibition. This is quite interesting.
When she walked over, she saw an old minibus parked in an open space at the intersection near the residential area. The door was open and there were already quite a few people sitting on it.
There was an empty seat on the co-pilot seat, so Wang Shuning simply straddled it and sat down.
The conductor, who was sitting on a seat near the door, shouted, "The train is leaving."
The driver started the car and turned, and after it was driving normally, the female conductor took the black cloth bag hanging around her waist and collected money according to the distance traveled.
Wang Shuning paid a full ticket to Zigui Tower, which was ten cents.
The roads in Beijing are much flatter and wider than those in Chaoyang County, and the car was not driving fast, so the shaking was not significant.
We stopped and started along the way, and when we arrived at Zigui Tower, the seats in the bus were still full.
"We're here, everyone get off." The female conductor shouted to everyone in the car.
After Wang Shuning got off the car, he could see the rolling hills not far away. Zigui Tower was at the foot of Mojing Mountain. There was another ancient Shaoting Pavilion on the mountain. It was said to have been built by the ancients more than 500 years ago and had been renovated by the government a few years ago.
The whole carload of people were there to visit the New Year Goods Fair. Many bright red awnings were built in the distance, and the hustle and bustle could be felt from two hundred meters away.
Wang Shuning followed the crowd and walked forward. The things sold at each stall were different. Looking at the staff and the elderly people who were trading, he knew that tickets were required for the things here.
The first two rows are full of daily household items, from small items like needles, thread and buttons to large items like military coats and thick cotton-padded jackets.
Wang Shuning also saw down jackets at a stall.
Many people walked in to ask questions, and most of them just shook their heads and walked out after asking.
Wang Shuning stood by and listened for a while. It turned out that it was because the price was too expensive.
The staff introduced the products to the customers enthusiastically and even gave them samples to try on to see how warm the down jackets were. However, the number of sales could only be counted on dozens of fingers, which made her feel discouraged.
They came all the way from Shenzhen and Guangzhou. The down jackets are a magical warmth-keeping device that their factory had just developed this year. The factory director passionately told all the employees that they would definitely be a big seller.
As a result, after three months of promotion, there was not even a single state-owned store that would buy the goods.
They say the cost is too high and too few people can afford it.
After learning that there would be a New Year's goods fair in Beijing, I thought that people in Beijing might be wealthier, and the weather here is cold in winter.
The factory manager spent a huge amount of money to have someone drive a truck loaded with down jackets to Beijing, more than 2,000 kilometers away. However, who would have thought that after three days of setting up the stall, only a dozen down jackets were sold.
Who said that people in Beijing are rich?
Seeing Wang Shuning walk in alone, the saleswoman took a deep breath, encouraged herself silently, and walked up to introduce: "Girl, whichever one you like, I'll take it down for you to try."
Wang Shuning pointed at the crimson purple down jacket hanging on the rack and said, "This one."
The saleswoman looked at her in surprise. She was so young, and the crimson color would inevitably make her look old-fashioned.
Despite this, the saleswoman still took the down jacket down from the clothesline, removed the hanger, and helped Wang Shuning try it on.
The moment she zipped up the bag, the saleswoman knew the order was likely to fail.
It really doesn't look good, and is much worse than the light yellow cotton coat the little girl just took off.
Wang Shuning stared at the mirror and thought it was okay. This dress was bought by her for Song's mother.
After he came back, Song's mother specially made him a new cotton-padded jacket. How could she let them wear the old one during the New Year? They said they had enough, but they just couldn't bear to part with it.
She lowered her head and touched the seams with her hands. She didn't know how to make clothes, but she could tell whether the seams were tight or not. The stitches were quite dense, so the quality was okay.
"Is there a bigger size? My mom is a little fatter than me."
The saleswoman who was about to take the clothes suddenly brightened up and replied with a grin, "Yes, we have a larger size. I'll have someone get it from the car for you right away."
The male colleague who was standing not far away glanced at the label on the clothes and immediately ran to a large truck parked not far away to start looking.
Wang Jianguo and his son are nearly 1.8 meters tall, and the eldest brother's shoulders are broader. Wang Shuning finally chose two black men's down jackets.
Finally, I picked out a blue down jacket for my sister-in-law Zhang Xiuzhen.
When the saleswoman saw Wang Shuning buying four pieces at once, she started to worry. Her clothes were expensive, and it would be embarrassing if she found out that she didn't have enough money or cloth coupons when checking out.
This worry completely disappeared after Wang Shuning took out a stack of cloth coupons half a finger wide from his wallet.
"Girl, you bought a lot, so I'll give you two down vests. They're especially warm when worn under your cotton coat. You can pick the colors."
The saleswoman took Wang Shuning to the front of the stall.
Small vests in black, light grey and red were placed on the wooden board.
Rub it with your fingers and you will find less down inside.
Thinking of Wang Shuyi who came to beg for money, Wang Shuning picked out two of the smallest light gray vests, just in time to give them to the two children when they came to pay New Year's greetings.
Looking at Wang Shuning leaving with lots of bags, the saleswoman couldn't help but sigh, "It would be nice if there were more big customers like this."
The male colleague standing next to me looked up at the sky. The New Year’s goods exhibition was halfway through and they would have to go back home in three days. When winter was over, all these down jackets would become inventory and the factory manager would cry his heart out.
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