"Make several pairs of pants, and have them make them smaller, not all of them wide and straight-legged. Make some with tapered legs, and the sleeves too... and pockets too, I'm not used to hiding things in my sleeves." Song Tantan had a lot of demands.
"You might as well just wear something from the supermarket. You have so many requirements. Why don't you draw up a design?" Song Zhuiyan said with amusement.
"I would like to wear modern clothes, but the environment doesn't allow it. And you know I'm not good at drawing, yet you still bring it up. You're just deliberately trying to make fun of me. Auntie, ever since you found your husband's family, you've become less and less affectionate towards me." Song Tantan seemed somewhat resentful.
"You used to be so obedient, never making me angry. But later, you stopped listening to me, wielding a knife and running wherever you wanted. And then you secretly ran away to mess around behind my back. How can I bear to pamper a brat like you?" Song Zhuiyan complained, feigning sadness.
However, when they arrived at the fabric shop, she still instructed the embroiderer to make clothes according to Song Tantan's requirements, as she herself could not wear ancient costumes and they were really too cumbersome.
Although women in the Jin Dynasty did not wear open-crotch pants, and they wore long skirts over their trousers, the style of the trousers was poor; they were too loose, even wider than modern wide-leg trousers, making it look like they were wearing several layers of skirts if you didn't look closely.
Actually, children from poor families dressed quite simply, just long pants and long shirts, and all of them were made of coarse linen. Now that their status is different and they have more resources, they want to make a few decent sets of clothes that are more in line with the times.
Of course, it's impossible to perfectly match them; the style needs to be modified to prioritize their comfort.
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