The two of them wandered around the nearby clothing stalls.
Although the clothes here are all street goods, the styles and designs are very rare in the mainland.
Zhou Fang was completely dazzled by the attraction.
"Look how nice these clothes are."
"The fabric of these jeans is really weird."
"It's strange, but it's very fashionable here. Young people will definitely like it."
Although he felt it was a bit "weird", his eyes were still firmly caught by a pair of "beggar-style" jeans with holes all over and raw edges.
He picked up a women's blouse with bat sleeves and colorful patchwork, and exclaimed in amazement: "The sleeves are so big! It must be cool and concealing to wear. The fatter lesbians over there will definitely like it!"
Lu Qingyang stopped in front of a stall and picked up a women's blouse.
The style is a simple round neck and short sleeves, but the color is a very soft taro purple, and the fabric is a thin knit with a good drape.
Among a bunch of fancy clothes, this one looks particularly refreshing and comfortable.
"Boss, do you have this in other colors?" he asked the stall owner.
Although the quality of street stall goods is generally average, he keenly discovered that this basic style, with a little trendy color and comfortable fabrics, will be widely accepted in the mainland.
"Zhou Fang, don't just watch the fun," Lu Qingyang patted Zhou Fang who was still studying a riveted imitation leather vest.
"Pick a few pieces that you think are the most unique and eye-catching, and that you definitely don't see over there, and also a few of these 'clear stream' pieces that are comfortable to look at and have special colors. You don't need to use a lot, so just take one or two of each, and go back and use them as 'negative examples' and 'sources of inspiration' to study together!"
When Zhou Fang heard this, he immediately became excited: "Okay! I'm good at this!"
Lu Qingyang also picked out a few pieces with distinctive styles, such as particularly loose shirts and high-waisted, cuffed sweatpants.
The stall owner was a thin middle-aged man, smoking a cigarette and chatting with the stall owner next door. Upon seeing this, he immediately frowned and scolded:
"Hey! Young man! Look carefully! Stop rummaging around! You're messing up my clothes!" (Hey! Young man! Look carefully! Stop rummaging around! You're messing up my clothes!)
Zhou Fang understood everything and felt that the boss's tone was kind. He tried to gesture and ask the price: "Boss, how much is this...?"
He tried hard to imitate the words he had just heard, but his pronunciation was strange.
Seeing that he understood, Fang Fang ran out of patience. He threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his foot. He took a few steps over and pointed at Zhou Fang's nose: "Fuck your mother! Are you deaf?! I told you not to smoke, but you still smoked? Are you buying it or not? If you're not buying it, get out of here! Stop me!"
(Damn it! Are you deaf?! I told you not to flip through the pages, but you still did? Did you buy it? If you bought it, get out of the way! You’re blocking the road!)
The spit splashed onto Zhou Fang's face.
Zhou Fang was startled by Tan's sudden Cantonese curse. He completely understood what the other party was yelling, but the ferocious look of spitting and gesticulating, as well as the instantly focused eyes around him, made his face burn.
Zhengqi wanted to go up and have a good fight, but Lu Qingyang stopped him behind him. Although he could also curse like that, his English was still wrong.
He responded to the other party in English, with a long string of English swear words, which left Tan 덿놊 at a loss.
To be honest, he could understand it, but speaking English well was an advantage here.
Just when he was confused, Lu Qingyang started a series of Chinese curses. No matter how bad the other party's curses were, his curses were even worse than the other party's.
"Since you want to run a good business, then don't do it! There are too many stalls like yours in Temple Street! Are you still going to make a living without a rotten egg like you?! Zhou Fang! Let's go! It's a waste of time to talk nonsense with this ballless thing!"
The stall owner vaguely understood some of what he said and replied, "Poor guy, can't even afford it, and you're still pretending to be a big shot!"
Lu Qingyang didn't even stop, he just snorted heavily, pulled Zhou Fang's head back and strode away, leaving the mess and his vicious curses far behind.
Not far away, they saw another stall in a relatively quiet corner in the distance.
Tan was a woman in her thirties, her skin was weathered by hard work, but her eyes and eyebrows revealed a simple and kind heart.
Cuddled beside her was a timid little boy of seven or eight years old, who was looking at them curiously with his big eyes.
As soon as the woman saw the two approaching, she immediately greeted them warmly: "Welcome, welcome! Feel free to look around, feel free to look around! See if there's anything that suits your taste?"
Lu Qingyang and Zhou Fang both heard something strange in her voice.
Lu Qingyang stopped and asked tentatively in Mandarin: "Sister, judging from your voice, you are a local, right?"
The woman was startled, raised her head, and responded in Mandarin:
"Oh! Yes, yes! My hometown is Heze, Shandong! Oh my god, it's so easy to meet a few fellow villagers here and talk to them!"
Although her Mandarin has a strong rural accent, it sounds particularly friendly.
"Come on, come on, take a look! The clothes here are cheap and of decent quality. If you like any of them, just tell me and I'll give you a discount! We're all from the same hometown, so it doesn't matter how many pieces you buy. Just take a look and don't be shy!"
"Sister, we just want to pick something special and comfortable and refreshing."
"Looks special? Refreshing?"
The elder sister immediately started searching the stall, moving swiftly and carefully, for fear of messing up the clothes.
"This one! This one has bat sleeves and bright colors. I see a lot of young girls like it! And this one, too."
She picked up a pure cotton off-white round-neck T-shirt. "This material is soft, sweat-absorbent, and comfortable to wear! The color is clean, too! Look at this taro purple sweater, it has a good drape, but I don't have much, so I only have this one..."
She recommended everything enthusiastically and her attitude was so sincere that it was impossible to refuse.
Lu Qingyang took a look and found that although these styles were very basic, they would be popular in the future.
He squatted down and picked out only two pieces that 놊 liked very much. "Except for these two, I want all the others."
The eldest sister was surprised: "What? There are so few clothes, you want them all?"
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