"Song Zhiqing, you guys didn't buy anything during your trip to town?"

An aunt asked curiously when she saw that both of them returned empty-handed.

"I was planning to buy some fabric to make two summer short-sleeved shirts, but I couldn't find anything suitable."

"So that's how it is."

"I still have a few feet of plain floral fabric at my house. It will definitely look good on a girl of your age. You can go to my house and see if you like it. If it suits you, I'll change it for you."

"Aunt, you are too polite. I am not in a hurry. If I don't have any, I won't make them. I can wear old ones."

She was just making an excuse, but she didn't expect her aunt to take it seriously.

What a nice person!

In the following days, Song Fuyu went to work during the day and came back to her room at night to draw sketches of the skirt.

This was her first order and it was also the beginning of more orders for her, so she had to take it seriously.

I drew and revised a lot, and the sketch alone took up more than ten pages.

At the appointed time, she took a ox cart to the town early in the morning to find Sun Miao in the staff quarters of the textile factory.

"Oh, Song Zhiqing, I forgot to leave your address last time, so I couldn't find you even if I wanted to."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

You can't be here to tell her that you don't want to do it anymore, right?

The one hundred dollar deposit is non-refundable.

"Can you make men's clothing? Can you make a set for my partner?"

"I went to see the suit he bought the day before yesterday. He spent nearly three hundred yuan on it at the Overseas Chinese Store, but when he put it on, he looked the same age as my father, like an old cadre. It was too old-fashioned."

"I can do it, but men's suits are much more expensive than skirts."

"The fabric for the coat and pants alone should cost dozens of dollars, and it's only available in department stores in the city."

"It's okay. Their family is not short of money. Even if you offer four or five hundred, as long as the clothes are well made, they will pay for it."

Girl, is it really okay for you to cheat your husband's family like this?

However, Song Fuyu didn't find it surprising.

The original owner's biological mother left her a legacy of 700,000 yuan. For a very wealthy family, a few hundred yuan is just a drop in the bucket.

"But how do you measure his size?"

"I had foresight."

"I thought maybe you could do it, so when I left, I took his measurements and the deposit. Go ahead and do it. I think your craftsmanship is much better than what's sold in overseas Chinese stores."

"As long as I have the sizes, I can make you couple clothes. I guarantee that people will know you are a couple at first glance."

"Haha, that's great."

"I have already made the sketches for your two skirts. Please check to see if there is anything that needs to be modified. If not, I will make the clothes according to the drawings."

Song Fuyu handed over the sketch she had drawn from her bag.

"You are really amazing. I think this skirt is even more beautiful than the one you wore that day."

"You are the bride, so you must wear something different from what we wore that day."

"Just do it according to your picture. I am very satisfied."

"Yesterday I told a few of my friends that I found a great man to make clothes for me, but they didn't believe me. When I get married, I'm going to blind their eyes with my clothes."

"Do I need to draw a sketch for you guys of your partner's clothes?"

"No need, just make them and bring them here."

"Okay, I'll come over to deliver the clothes in about a month and a half."

After receiving another deposit of 100 yuan, Song Fuyu left the textile factory’s staff quarters happily.

I didn’t buy any fabric last time, so I’ll go check it out today.

After carefully examining all the cloths in the supply and marketing cooperative, he finally selected a piece of wine-red old forged cloth and a piece of light blue cotton cloth, and then went home.

"Song Zhiqing, there's a letter for you!"

When Yang Yong heard that she had gone to town, he thought he would have to send her off again tomorrow. Fortunately, he met her at the entrance of the village.

"Thank you, Comrade Yang."

"Don't be polite. The letter has been delivered and I should go to the next village."

"Okay. Goodbye."

The letter was sent by my godfather, and it was obviously much thicker than the previous ones.

Oh, it seems that godfather saw her last letter, which said that she and Yan Ziyuan were dating.

He quickened his pace to go home, put down his things, sat on a stool and began to open the letter.

This time, the godfather didn't even write a word of concern. He went straight to the point and told her not to rush into getting married, but to find time to return to Heng City and wait until he had met her.

She could feel her godfather's anger through the letter, because the ink seeped through the second sheet of paper, which showed how much force he put into writing the letter.

Indeed, Chen Guoxing was a little angry when he read the letter. He just felt that Fu Yu was too young.

After seeing that Fu Yu wrote in the letter that the other party was a soldier, he became even more worried.

Although Fu Yu and Song Hao severed their father-daughter relationship and moved their household registration out, the blood relationship between them could not be changed. He was worried that Fu Yu would be with him and fall in love with him, but the marriage report would not pass the political review.

The man might be able to adjust quickly, and the breakup won't have much of an impact on him. But Fu Yu is a girl, and she will always be the one who gets hurt the most.

Song Fuyu had never thought about what her godfather was thinking. She was working overtime to make clothes.

Originally, she only needed to make two skirts, so she had plenty of time. But she ended up adding a men's suit, and she had to take a day off to go to the city to buy fabric, so she had to speed up the process.

She spent the day in her room embroidering the new Chinese-style skirt, and at night she went into her room to sew the pleats on the skirt and make patterns for suits, and she was very busy.

"Youyou, I'm relying on you to feed me during this period of time."

"Yeah, you hurry up and work. I'll cook."

"By the way, what's going on between you and Jin Zhiqing recently? Why do I feel like you two are getting a little close? You come back together after work, and you occasionally bring him food. Don't tell me you're just good friends, I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not, we are good friends."

After saying that, Tong Youyou took the unpicked cabbages and went back to the kitchen.

She thought these two people were quite suitable.

They are both carefree and simple-minded people. If they can be together, Jin Kai's mother will probably nag him less.

I just don’t know what Tong Youyou’s family would think. After all, her father and brother dote on her very much.

Forget it, let them develop freely, she still has to make clothes quickly.

After spending more than a month's worth of evening work, Song Fuyu finally finished making two skirts and a suit.

She took out her camera and took a picture of them all as a souvenir.

After she gave them to Sun Miao, the clothes no longer belonged to her.

I put away my camera and hung up my clothes.

"Sister Fu Yu, are you done? It looks so good~"

"When you get married, I'll give you a set for free as a wedding gift."

"Don't tease me, I don't even have a partner."

Tong Youyou's face flushed, and she patted her gently. Sister Fu Yu was too frivolous, always liking to make fun of her.

"So what kind do you like? Or like your dad and brother?"

"Well...it doesn't have to be exactly the same. It's okay if you have a more lively personality."

"Oh...I see..."