The cheapest hairpin on the street costs forty cents, which can buy two pounds of pork. People live a practical life and fancy things are useless if they cannot be eaten. Ordinary people would not afford to buy such expensive things.
But they are reluctant to do so. Sixteen or seventeen years old is the age when people love beauty. They walk with elegance while wearing beautiful hairpins on their heads. Unmarried girls and boys save money carefully every day just to gain face in front of their peers.
Zhao Fangchu was no exception. The hairpin he wore on his head was specially carved for him by his brother in the shape of a willow leaf. Although it looked good, it was definitely not comparable to those sold on the street.
Yang Donghu looked at Zhao Fangchu's excited expression and knew that he really wanted it. He smiled and said, "Thanks to your help today, this is my hard work fee for you. Please accept it."
"I didn't do much today. This is too expensive. I can't accept it." Zhao Fangchu refused.
"Well... let's put it this way. Consider this as a meeting gift from me. You can accept it, right?"
Zhao Fangchu wanted to say something, but Yang Donghu paid the money first without waiting for him to speak.
On the way back, Zhao Fangchu couldn't let go of the hairpin, but when he thought of the price, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He spent fifty cents on such a small piece. If his mother knew about this, she would scold him to death.
He was too young to hide things, and Yang Donghu could tell what he was worried about at a glance: "Don't worry, you can take it back and wear it secretly. I won't tell Auntie."
Zhao Fangchu felt a little embarrassed, and his love for his brother Dong increased.
Zhu Cuilan went into a cloth shop, hoping to pick out a color that would suit her complexion.
After searching through the options several times, she finally settled on a copper-green color that flattered her skin and was stain-resistant. She touched it and found the material soft.
Zhu Cuilan bargained with the shopkeeper and selected a piece of apricot-yellow cloth, finally settling on a total of one hundred and twenty coins.
I can make two sets of clothes to change into when I get home.
After buying the cloth, I returned to the wonton place. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu had already returned with their shopping.
When Zhu Cuilan saw Yang Donghu bought all these things, she couldn't help but nagging: "Oh, why did you buy meat again? We just ate fish, how can we eat meat every day?"
Zhao Fangchu held the hairpin in his arms and didn't dare to say a word, for fear of being discovered by his mother. He could only try to reduce his presence as much as possible.
Yang Donghu knew he would be scolded whenever he bought something, so he stood still, lowered his head, and listened obediently: "Auntie, I know I was wrong. I won't buy anything next time."
Zhu Cuilan knew that he was being kind and didn't mean to scold him. She just felt sorry for how hard it was to make money, and wanted him and Zhao Luochuan to have more money so they could live better in the future. Seeing that Yang Donghu admitted his mistake quickly, she swallowed the rest of her words.
"Don't do this again next time."
"good."
After buying everything, the three of them said goodbye to the lady selling wontons and pushed the cart home.
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