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Chapter 42
When leaving the Lin family.
Uncle Lin stood at the door to see them off. His back looked particularly lonely, and his gray hair looked extremely vicissitudes of life under the moonlight.
Jiang Meishu couldn't help but look back. "Uncle Lin, has he always lived alone?"
Liang Qiurun nodded, "Yes."
"I have to guard this tailor shop."
He also has to protect his mother.
This goes on year after year, day after day.
Jiang Meishu pursed her lips and looked back again and again.
Uncle Lin smiled at her kindly. "Xiao Jiang, when you come over next time, the new clothes will be ready. I'll have Qiu Run bring you over to try them on."
He loves the house and the people in it.
He also likes the person Qiu Run likes.
Jiang Meishu's eyes suddenly felt warm. She nodded, "Thank you for your help."
Uncle Lin couldn't bear to see them go. He caught up and watched them get into the car. Leaning against the window, his brow furrowed in wrinkles, his smile deep. "Qiu Run said you look good in red. It's almost the beginning of winter, so how about I make you a red cotton-padded jacket?"
"It's just perfect for weddings and New Year's."
Jiang Meishu looked at the old man's smile and thoughts. For a moment, she even wanted to speak up, "Uncle Lin, do you want to come with us?"
But she couldn't speak.
She was almost unable to keep the place where she lived.
A 1.2-meter spring bed that needs to be retracted at any time.
From this perspective, Uncle Lin is better than her. At least although Uncle Lin may feel a little lonely living here, no one will drive him away.
His house is his house.
His bed is also his bed.
Thinking of this, Jiang Meishu's heart calmed down a little. She raised her eyes, her clear eyes clean and bright, "Thank you, Uncle Lin."
She reached out and grasped Uncle Lin's wrinkled hands, "You have to be well."
She is soft-hearted and kind, and even her heartache is beyond words.
Uncle Lin hasn't been cared for like this in a long time.
Because Qiurun's concern is subtle and silent, he speaks little and never expresses himself.
Because Wanru got married, she kept a certain distance from him.
Only the child in front of him, with those pure and kind eyes, showed concern and heartache without any falsehood.
Uncle Lin held Jiang Meishu's hand tightly and said, "Child, I will."
"I also want to watch you and Qiu Run's child grow up."
"I also want to make clothes for your children in the future."
The tailor shop opened by Uncle Lin is a public-private partnership. It has cooperation with textile factories and cloth factories, and also has a relationship with Liang Qiurun.
The factory provides him with more fabric than other tailor shops.
So there is no problem in making two more sets of clothes for yourself and your people. Over the years, whether it is Liang's mother, Liang Qiurun, or Liang Rui.
Their clothes were all cut out piece by piece by Uncle Lin.
From now on, there will be another Jiang Meishu in the clothes he makes.
He even took into account the future children of Jiang Meishu and Liang Qiurun.
Jiang Meishu blushed slightly when she heard this. Liang Qiurun, who was standing beside her, looked at the time and leaned sideways, his face cold and handsome. "It's getting late. Don't send me off. Go in early."
"Don't get cold."
Uncle Lin refused and insisted on watching them leave.
Liang Qiurun had no choice but to step on the accelerator to start the car, and Uncle Lin took two steps forward.
Jiang Meishu saw from the rearview mirror that the other party had staggered to the corner of the alley. She felt inexplicably sad, "Uncle Lin, don't you have any children?"
Liang Qiurun was holding the steering wheel with his hands, and the headlights of the car were on. The reflected light shone on his face, making him look even more cool, elegant and handsome.
Just mentioning the kids.
Liang Qiurun's expression was a little tense, so that his usually gentle jawline became a little sharper.
"I adopted one more than 20 years ago, but he has grown up and gone to look for his biological parents."
As soon as these words fell.
Jiang Meishu frowned subconsciously. She was almost angry at the first moment, "What is this?"
"Doesn't that child have a heart?"
"Doesn't she know who raised her, who saved her life, and who treated her well?"
Seeing her indignant look.
Liang Qiurun couldn't help but look over and said in a low voice, "Not everyone is as warm-hearted as you."
How did it involve me?
And still praise her.
Jiang Meishu's face felt inexplicably hot. She didn't know if it was because the car was too warm. The cold wind outside was blowing against the car window, making a whistling sound.
Jiang Meishu leaned her face against the car window, and then she felt a little cooler. "Uncle Lin, didn't you think about going to talk to her?"
"After all, he is the one who raised him."
Liang Qiurun looked at her little movements, like a cat, sticking to the car window and curling up into a ball, which was quite cute.
He was feeling a bit heavy at first, but seeing her like this, he inexplicably relaxed a bit, even his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a faint smile, "No."
"You'll know Uncle Lin once you get to know him. He's considerate of others. He feels that he's too old to be with Lin Yu for much longer, so he wants Lin Yu to find her own family, lest she be left alone after he dies."
It can be said that Uncle Lin has been wholeheartedly considering Lin Yu until now.
But Lin Yu never gave Uncle Lin any thought.
All I can say is, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a mouse that can dig holes.
Uncle Lin is such a kind person, but he spent twenty years and still couldn't warm Lin Yu's heart.
Jiang Meishu felt inexplicably sad for Uncle Lin.
"Let's come and accompany him more often in the future."
us.
As soon as the word falls behind.
She was quiet for a moment.
Liang Qiurun almost lost his grip on the steering wheel, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Jiang Meishu nervously knocking on the car window.
I feel like laughing for no reason.
"Well, I'll try to free up some time from work in the future, and then I'll come with you to accompany Uncle Lin."
At Uncle Lin’s age.
He ran a tailor shop by himself and couldn't finish all the food.
It can be said that they have no worries about food and clothing.
What he needs most is not these, but companionship.
That's why when Liang Qiurun and Jiang Meishu were about to leave, he stood at the door for a long time and was reluctant to let them go.
So when the car started, he chased her to the corner of the alley.
He didn't go into the house until the night and the cold frost had turned his eyebrows white.
It’s actually not far from the tailor shop to the Liang family’s house. They are both within the same urban area, but they have to go to Qudeng Hutong where Jiang Meishu and her family live.
This is a bit far.
The car drove for forty minutes before arriving at Qudeng Hutong.
It was already past nine o'clock, and the whole alley was quiet. The darkness had even covered the old locust tree.
There was a horn light on the electric pole at the entrance of the alley. It was very dim, but together with the moonlight, it illuminated the surrounding roads.
It's like a ray of light that dispels the darkness.
The car stopped and Jiang Meishu got out. "You don't have to send me off. I can run back by myself. It will be quick."
The distance from the entrance of the alley to her home is only about three hundred meters.
Liang Qiurun shook his head and said, "I'll take you there, but it's not safe at night."
He got out of the driver's seat, wearing a black coat with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs. As he walked, the cold wind blew the hem of his coat.
A pair of three-jointed black leather shoes were revealed.
It was polished very brightly, and when you walked on the bluestone slabs, there was a slight friction sound.
Jiang Meishu was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that every set of clothes Liang Qiurun wore was very simple, but if you look closely, these styles will definitely not be outdated even after thirty years.
"Are all your clothes made by Uncle Lin?" As soon as she finished speaking, she took a mouthful of cold wind. She shivered subconsciously, and almost in an instant, the tip of her fair nose turned red from the cold.
"Yes."
The wind at the entrance of the alley was very strong, and it was as sharp as a knife, blowing against her body. Jiang Meishu suddenly got out of the car and was shivering in the wind.
Liang Qiurun noticed this scene. He hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning his coat. He held her in his arms with one hand and tucked her inside his coat.
He was tall and big, and his clothes were big too, as if he was hiding a child.
Suddenly I got a warm little tent.
Jiang Meishu was still a little confused. She was hidden under Liang Qiurun's arm. There was a heat with a faint smell of pine, which was refreshing and warm.
It was as if everything outside was stormy and cold.
It has nothing to do with her anymore.
"Can you walk?"
Liang Qiurun asked her with his head down, his clothes half open, the cold wind blowing on him, but he had served in the army in Heilongjiang Province before.
He had even been on missions in the snow wearing thin clothes even at temperatures of more than thirty degrees below zero, so this little bit of cold wind didn't cause much of a problem for him.
Jiang Meishu's muffled voice came over, "I can't see the road."
Although it was warm, it was pitch black.
"Come with me."
Liang Qiurun held her under his wings like an eagle holding a chick.
Jiang Meishu was like that little chick, nudging in his arms.
He was very hot, in stark contrast to the cool breeze outside.
She arched her body back and forth, which made Liang Qiurun feel a little uncomfortable. Although there was no direct contact due to the clothes, her soft hair pricked her skin through the seams of her sweater.
There was a prickling, itchy feeling, and a strange taste that came over me.
This was a feeling of unfamiliarity Liang Qiurun had never experienced before.
Fortunately, the distance of more than 300 meters is not particularly long.
It only takes two or three minutes to get there.
When they reached the steps at the entrance of the slum, Liang Qiurun let go of Jiang Meishu.
Jiang Meishu, who suddenly gained freedom, instantly crawled out from under his wings. She took a deep breath, and the cold air choked her and made her cough heart-wrenchingly.
After a while, she recovered and said, "Thank you, Lao Liang, for taking so long with you today."
Liang Qiurun stood under the eaves of the slum. The green bricks and tiles and the silver moonlight engulfed him completely. He looked tall and handsome.
He lowered his eyes to gaze at her, "You don't have to be so polite to me."
Jiang Meishu was not used to making eye contact with Liang Qiurun. This man's gaze was steady and straight, and he would never avoid anyone's gaze.
This is Liang Qiurui.
If he is gentle, then when he looks at people, he is a bit aggressive.
How could a young and tender girl like Jiang Meishu be his opponent?
She subconsciously avoided the other person's gaze, lowered her eyebrows, looked at her toes, and her voice was as small as a mosquito.
"I just feel like I'm causing you a lot of trouble."
Her family always picked her up to watch a movie, and then took her to Uncle Lin's house for dinner. She changed into a new set of clothes before leaving.
I also asked Uncle Lin to make another set.
This is not only a trouble in terms of time, but also in terms of money and materials.
Liang Qiurun leaned against the doorpost and said, "Xiao Jiang, we're getting engaged soon. You don't have to be so polite to me."
"and."
Under the moonlight, a cold wind blew outside. Liang Qiurun stood in front of her, blocking most of the cold wind. He lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes gentle and his voice affectionate, "Jiang Meilan, have I ever told you that I am very happy to be with you?"
He used to think work was everything.
Now I think it would be nice to go out with Jiang Meilan and see the scenery outside.
As the three words "Jiang Meilan" fell.
Jiang Meishu's face turned pale in an instant.
Jiang Meilan.
She used the identity of an older sister to go on blind dates with the other party, get along with each other, and even fall in love and get married in the future.
"What's wrong?"
Noticed that she wasn't in a good mood.
Liang Qiurun asked her.
Jiang Meishu wasn't very good at lying, but under the other person's concerned gaze, she smiled uncomfortably, "Maybe it's a little cold."
"Lao Liang, I want to go in first."
Liang Qiurun did not suspect anything and just watched Jiang Meishu enter the slum until she entered the door and disappeared completely.
Only then did he leave the slum.
Jiang Meishu walked in trembling all the way.
In front of the stranger Liang Qiurun, she can pretend to be "Jiang Meilan" or go on a blind date using her identity as a sister.
But what about now?
They are already familiar with each other.
Liang Qiurun is so good to her, does she really want to continue to lie to him and marry him?
Jiang Meishu didn't know. She just walked into the house with a pale face. As soon as she entered, the light in the main room turned on instantly.
Wang Limei was worried that she would not come back at night, and she was so worried that she couldn't sleep. She simply put on her clothes and sat on the recliner waiting for her.
Seeing her daughter come back, Wang Limei breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you wouldn't come back."
What she feared most was that her daughter would not come back at night and would go out to spend the night with Director Liang, even though they were not married yet.
Raising a daughter.
What I fear most is this kind of thing: my daughter doesn’t come home at night and goes out with the boy.
If someone takes advantage of me.
I really regret it.
Jiang Meishu didn't say anything, but just sat on the chair, leaning against the wall.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Limei then noticed her pale face, "Did Director Liang take advantage of you?"
Jiang Meishu shook her head.
Liang Qiurun was very polite to her, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he knew when to stop, even when he held her in his arms through layers of clothes.
Not to mention taking advantage of others.
He is a gentleman.
But because of this, Jiang Meishu herself appears to be a villain.
"What's that?"
Wang Limei was impatient. "Why don't you tell me?"
Jiang Meishu murmured, "Mom, before he left, he asked me to call Jiang Meilan."
As soon as these three words came out.
Wang Limei understood instantly, and her face paled. "Didn't he not recognize me?"
"I didn't recognize him from the beginning of the blind date."
"Besides, you two are getting along pretty well now."
Jiang Meishu lowered her eyes, and the dim yellow light shone on her face. Her skin was as white as jade, translucent, and even the fine hairs on her cheeks could be seen.
"That's why I feel so—"
Quite something.
But she refused to say it.
Wang Limei squatted down and twisted her shoulders. "Meishu, we've already walked this path. We can only keep going, you know?"
Otherwise, the eldest daughter's marriage might change.
So does my little girl.
This is a hidden danger.
So you have to keep pretending until you get married.
Jiang Meishu pursed her lips and said nothing.
Wang Limei was shocked to realize that her daughter had gone out and came back wearing new clothes. "Just look at the new clothes you are wearing. Let me ask you, who can afford to buy them under different conditions?"
"Meishu, Director Liang can't find it even with a lantern."
"Don't let your imagination run wild and you'll lose it."
Jiang Meishu's lips and face were pale.
"Mom, let me think about it."
After thinking about it all night, Jiang Meishu still couldn't figure it out. She woke up in the morning yawning with two thick dark circles under her eyes.
Jiang Meishu did not wait for the union's notice to go to work, so she planned to go find her sister Jiang Meilan.
Ask the other person for their opinion.
Who would have expected that?
She was just about to go out.
Wang Limei called her, "Where are you going?"
Jiang Meishu, "Go find my sister."
Wang Limei stopped her and said, "Wait a minute."
"I'm almost done with this dress. You can give it to your sister."
I just bought the cotton yesterday morning.
This morning, the thin cotton coat was finished, which meant Wang Limei had barely slept all night.
Jiang Meishu asked subconsciously, "How come it was done so quickly?"
"Didn't you sleep last night?"
Wang Limei yawned. "Doesn't your sister have any thick clothes? The temperature has dropped again, and I was anxious to wear them, so I stayed up all night to make them."
He bit off the last thread and cut all the ends of the thread with scissors.
I looked around and there wasn't any major problem.
"Okay, give it to your sister."
Jiang Meishu clutched the thin cotton coat and looked up at Wang Limei, who had dark circles under her eyelids.
She murmured, "Mom."
Wang Limei looked at her in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Meishu couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her again, "Mom."
He shouted again.
Wang Limei has been strong-willed for half her life and is not a delicate person. But now, she is hugged by the little girl early in the morning.
She was still a little uncomfortable, "What's wrong with you, kid?"
"But because I stayed up late to make a dress for your sister?"
Jiang Meishu refused to admit it, "I just wanted to hug you."
You are all needed.
And he said it wasn't because of this.
Wang Limei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Alright, we're all family, why are you so touched? Hurry up and give the clothes to your sister. Maybe she won't have to be blown by the cold wind when she goes to the stall during the day."
Jiang Meishu uttered a sigh and left happily with her clothes in her hands.
She walked on.
Lin Qiaoling got up right after her. She glanced at the sewing basket and said, "Mom, Meilan's clothes are all done. Is the next one for our Dale?"
This is because they are afraid that once they are done, they will not be able to take advantage of this.
Wang Limei put away her sewing basket and said, "Da Le is indispensable, but cows also need to rest, right?"
"I've been up all night, so I'll take a couple of days to talk."
Seeing her say this, Lin Qiaoling said with an embarrassed look, "It's cold now, and Dale's hands are red from the cold. If this continues, I'm afraid they'll freeze to pieces."
"And since I made it for Dale, his younger brothers and sisters can also wear it. One piece of clothing can be worn for many years."
Wang Limei hummed, "I understand."
She seemed unhappy.
Lin Qiaoling complained in her heart.
I have never seen a girl not make clothes for her own granddaughter or grandson. The first piece of clothing she makes is for her married daughter.
Who would believe this if I told them?
Shen family.
When Jiang Meishu came, the Shen family was having dinner. Jiang Meilan was the first one to finish eating and was about to put the honeycomb coal stove onto the cart.
She got up at around three in the morning to cook this, and asked her mother-in-law to help watch the fire.
I left home just after six in the morning and arrived at the Zhengyangmen city gate at six forty to do the first wave of business in the morning.
It's still winter and the sun rises late. If it were summer, I would probably have to go out at five o'clock.
"Let Zhan Lie take you there." Mother Shen brought a bowl of cornmeal porridge and drank while admonishing, "Put on my cotton coat. Don't think it's tattered. I won't go out at home. If I really can't, I'll wear a quilt."
With so many people in the family, the only one who could spare some clothes was Mother Shen.
Because even Shen Zhanlie himself didn't have a thin cotton coat.
Jiang Meilan shook her head and put all the things on the cart. "No need. I'm busy at the stove and I'm not cold."
"Just help me stuff the cotton that Shen Zhanlie brought back into my original single clothes."
"The cotton won't get out anyway, so I don't have any other requirements."
"It's stuffed." Shen's mother sighed, "I made it in a hurry, and the clothes need to be taken apart. I see that the finished product is not as good as my rotten cotton-padded jacket. I thought about taking it apart and making a new one."
"That's why I told you to wear mine."
Jiang Meilan would never wear her mother-in-law's quilt. She shook her head and refused bluntly, "Then wait until you are done and give it to me."
It's all packed up.
She used to have two honeycomb coal stoves, but now that her business is doing well, she added another one, but the cost also increased a lot.
Jiang Meilan is confident that she can earn it back.
Just as she was about to leave, Jiang Meishu ran over and said, "Meilan."
On a cold winter morning, the morning mist enveloped Jiang Meishu's body. She ran all the way over and exhaled a layer of white mist from her mouth when she spoke.
Jiang Meilan paused, and seeing that everyone in the Shen family was looking over, she hurriedly pulled Jiang Meishu aside and asked, "Why are you here so early?"
She remembered her sister, who loved to sleep in.
Jiang Meishu, "Mom asked me to bring it to you."
She handed over the new cotton-padded jacket in her hand. "Mom worked up all night last night and made this overnight. Go put it on and see if the size is right."
As soon as these words fell.
Jiang Meilan fell silent immediately. She looked at the new cotton-padded jacket and felt a sharp pain in her nose.
She didn't answer.
Mother Shen's face beside her was also wooden. After a while, she said, "It's still my in-laws who spent the money."
A little embarrassed, but also a little grateful.
In short, it is a mixture of hundreds of emotions.
Jiang Meishu didn't care about the other person's emotions. She only knew that her sister had married into the family, the weather was cold, and she didn't even have thick clothes.
She ignored what Mother Shen said, but pushed Jiang Meilan into the house, “Go in and try it, I want to see.”
This is a little bit strong.
Who made her sister still wearing the same clothes as before? I don’t know what’s going on since Shen Zhanlie bought some cotton.
Her mother even rushed out a piece of clothing.
But the Shen family didn't have that.
Jiang Meilan was pushed to the point where she had no choice but to take her clothes into the house and change into them. While changing, she pinched the cotton coat and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Her mother, Wang Limei, always loves her in such subtle details.
She told Meishu that she wanted to reconcile with her mother.
Isn't it just comforting myself?
Reconcile with your mother.
There was just a little bit of a knot in my heart before, but when I saw this cotton coat, this knot disappeared instantly.
Because Jiang Meilan knew.
Her mother, Wang Limei, might not even have such a cotton coat; she would just layer one piece of clothing over another.
But after getting the cotton, he stayed up all night to make it for her.
When Jiang Meilan changed her clothes, she felt that the last missing piece in her heart was filled.
Her mother may not be perfect.
But at this moment, Jiang Meilan felt that what she wanted was enough.
Because it’s not just cotton-padded clothes.
And there is love behind the cotton clothes.
After Jiang Meilan changed her clothes, Jiang Meishu was waiting outside. When she saw her come out, her eyes lit up immediately, "She looks good."
The original wheat-colored cotton cloth is stuffed with a layer of soft cotton and sewn in. The outer pattern is fine and even the waist is suitable.
No, strictly speaking it's about half an inch to an inch bigger.
Because when Wang Limei made this dress, she also took into consideration that her eldest daughter might become pregnant in the future.
By then, he will be a person with a double body.
This dress is too small and I can't wear it.
So it's a little fatter at the waist and a little loose.
But it looks particularly good on Jiang Meilan. She has fair skin, which suits this light color very well. She looks good with either heavy or light makeup.
The cotton clothes are warm, and the coolness on the chest and back will soon dissipate.
"Thank Mom for me."
Jiang Meilan pulled her clothes and smiled at Jiang Meishu through her tears.
Jiang Meishu shook her head. "You should thank yourself if you want to."
Jiang Meilan twisted her waist, but Shen Zhanlie said, "I'll go thank Mom then."
He was grateful to his mother-in-law for making a warm cotton coat for his wife at this time.
Mother Shen opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.
Ai.
This happened.
After Jiang Meilan and Jiang Meishu go out.
Mother Shen asked her son, "How do you plan to thank your mother-in-law?"
Shen Zhanlie said subconsciously, “The Jiang family doesn’t have enough cotton and cotton cloth, so I plan to give her more cotton.”
"And then the wages."
He thought for a moment, "Haven't I been carrying extra pigs these past few days? I earn 70 cents a day, and I've saved up for three days. I plan to give her the wages."
Mother Shen hesitated, “Can you just give me wages without cotton?”
"I see you're also wearing thin clothes, and so is your sister Yinping. Her clothes are also thin. She's patched her clothes twice last year, and she really can't patch them anymore."
Cotton is always in short supply.
When Shen Zhanlie heard this, he shook his head decisively, “No.”
"I'll find a way to get Yinping's cotton." He looked at his mother, "Mom, the Jiang family is already losing money on their daughter's marriage, we can't let them subsidize it anymore."
"If this continues, my mother-in-law won't be able to live in the Jiang family anymore."
It’s just like their family, with just that little bit of cotton, one person can make it, but the other person can’t.
His mother-in-law went to the countryside with him to buy cotton yesterday, and the first piece of clothing she made was delivered to their home.
There will definitely be people in the Jiang family who will be dissatisfied.
He couldn't let his daughter-in-law become estranged from his family or lose face in her parents' home.
It's his fault that he didn't take good care of his daughter-in-law.
He should be grateful to his mother-in-law for taking care of his wife.
It should also be reciprocated.
Otherwise, what’s the difference between that and an ungrateful person?
Hearing her son's words, Mother Shen sighed, "Forget it, it's all my fault. It's okay as long as you have a plan in mind."
Shen Zhanlie hummed.
Carrying half a bag of cotton and his wages, he went to the Jiang family.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Shen Zhanlie's honest face was full of smiles, "Mom, Meishu's cotton-padded clothes have been received. She went to set up a stall and didn't have time to come over, so she asked me to come over to thank you."
Pass the cotton in the bag.
"I've made you work so hard, I can't let you make cotton anymore. Take this cotton and make one for yourself or for your family. I can't let you suffer any loss."
When Wang Limei heard this, her heart felt warm, knowing that her son-in-law was grateful for her character.
She waved her hand and said, "I'm making clothes for my daughter. This is what I should do as a mother. Why are you returning the cotton to me?"
But Shen Zhanlie didn't listen. He put the cotton on the table, stood up and kowtowed to Wang Limei, "Mom, thank you for taking care of Meishu."
He raised his head, his fierce face now serious, "When I get up in the future, I will definitely repay you well."
This is not just about being nice to your wife.
This is also for the mother-in-law.
All I can say is that Shen Zhanlie is still a person who knows how to repay a favor.
Seeing him like this, Wang Limei was also somewhat moved. She quickly raised her hand and helped Shen Zhanlie up, "You kid, get up quickly."
Shen Zhanlie sighed, "It's my fault for not taking good care of Meishu. I take responsibility for this. Mom, please give me some time."
"My life and Meishu's life will gradually get better."
This is a promise.
Wang Limei nodded and watched Shen Zhanlie leave. Then she opened the package, which contained more than half a pound of cotton and a pile of banknotes.
She counted it and it was exactly three dollars.
Wang Limei held the money in her hand for a long moment before saying, "Meilan, it's not like you chose the wrong person."
She doesn't count either.
Chen Zhanlie is a bit poor, but he has a strong character and is grateful for the kindness he has received.
Outside.
Jiang Meishu and Jiang Meilan left the alley together. She had nothing to do today, so she followed her sister to set up the stall.
Of course, the most important thing is that I want to talk to Jiang Meilan.
When I came out of Qudeng Hutong, a frost and thick fog covered the entrance of the alley. It was just after six o'clock.
The entire entrance of the alley was lined up at the official toilet.
There were also people from well-off families who saw Jiang Meilan pushing the cart out to set up her stall and came up to buy things.
When encountering such a situation.
Jiang Meilan stopped the cart, cut the braised pork liver that the other party had ordered, and rolled it in a cornmeal pancake. "Two for 16 cents."
The other party paid the money promptly.
Jiang Meishu looked curiously, "Then you can sell it all the way?"
Jiang Meilan nodded. "We're almost at the foot of the Zhengyang Gate Tower. If it sells well, we can sell a dozen on the way. If it doesn't sell well, it doesn't matter."
"I'm guarding the city gate. Early in the morning, many people come in from outside, most of them hungry. I sell it cheaply, and it smells like meat, so I can sell a lot of it early in the morning."
“Basically, I made 30 in the morning and sold them out in a short while.”
This is her experience.
Jiang Meishu looked at her motivated sister and subconsciously murmured, "That's amazing."
Jiang Meilan smiled and said, "This is because of the pressure of life."
"I haven't asked you yet why you came here so early in the morning. Is it more than just to deliver clothes?"
She knew her sister's personality well. She was a lazy bum. When the weather was cold, she had never seen her get up before six o'clock.
Jiang Meishu helped push the cart. She pursed her lips and said, "Sister, Liang Qiurun asked me yesterday if I should call Jiang Meilan."
As soon as these words fell.
The cart Jiang Meilan was pushing stopped and asked, "And then?"
She looked at her sister with eyes that were wise and penetrating. "What do you want to do?"
Hit the nail on the head.
This made Jiang Meishu unable to speak and it was difficult for her to speak.
She thought for a long time, and the image that emerged in her mind was Liang Qiurun, smiling and calling her "Jiang Meilan".
Jiang Meishu closed her eyes to shake off her messy thoughts. She whispered, "Sister, do you think I should tell Liang Qiurun that I'm not Jiang Meilan?"
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