As soon as the two arrived in the town, they received a lot of attention.
The girls gathered in groups of two or three, whispering to each other, wishing they could keep their eyes glued to Chen Zhu, but their family had rules that they couldn't stay out for too long.
I can only take a walk and look back
Many women unconsciously slowed down their pace to admire the clothes Chen Zhu was wearing, and some of them were bold enough to step forward and ask where she bought the clothes.
Whenever someone asked about it, Ning Zhihuan beside him would always be the first to answer: "This is what my aunt made herself. If you like it, you can come and see it."
Chen Zhu nodded behind her, and the two of them searched together and found a conspicuous place.
Then he set up the clothes hangers he brought from home and hung up the clothes one by one.
Compared with the rows of clothes next to them, they looked really shabby, with only five pieces hanging there alone.
But the quality is the best, and I'm not just bragging. Every piece of clothing can beat any other piece of clothing on this street.
As soon as these clothes were put on display, they attracted many customers and colleagues.
"Oh, I've never seen this dress before."
"Isn't it? Why doesn't it have any labels?"
"I heard that some people are taking clothes from dead people and selling them."
“…”
The two stall owners kept talking in front of them, and the people around them thought what they said made sense.
Although they thought it looked nice, no one dared to ask the price.
Chen Zhu got anxious when she heard this and said defensively, "I made these myself. They weren't taken from a dead person!"
An old lady with a matchmaker's mole snorted coldly and continued to slander, "Why don't you show us some evidence? You're just talking nonsense, so why should we believe you?"
After all, they are competitors, so it doesn't matter whether they are wronged or not.
The people around also started pointing and talking, and many of them left shaking their heads. Chen Zhu was so anxious that she didn't know what to do and subconsciously looked at Ning Zhihuan.
She herself didn't even realize that she had unknowingly become accustomed to revolving around Ning Zhihuan, believing in her words and having confidence in her abilities.
Ning Zhihuan gave Chen Zhu a reassuring look, then, with her petite figure, made her way through the crowd to one of the aunties' stalls. She picked up a pair of pants and said, "Oh, why are these pants so dirty? Did they come from a mass grave?"
The matchmaker walked over angrily, pointed at Ning Zhihuan, and threatened, "What are you talking about, you little liar? I bought all these clothes from my store. You might have rubbed them with dirt. Be careful or I'll send you to the security department!"
The Security Department is a place similar to the Public Security Bureau, responsible for maintaining order. Most children would be scared and not know what to do when they hear this name.
After all, when I was a child, the security department was there to cure children’s night cries.
As soon as they heard that the security department was coming, the children were so scared that they even forgot to cry.
But Ning Zhihuan was no child. She slapped the matchmaker's hand away and said, "You're selling your clothes in a good way, but show me the evidence. Words are not enough."
The matchmaker Mole was so angry that she almost had a heart attack. This was used to block her with her own words.
It is easy to prove that you have done something, but it is difficult to prove that you have not done something.
Especially clothes designed by Ning Zhihuan and others.
Matchmaker Mole was no pushover either. Although she was a little angry, she quickly recovered and said viciously, "Just wait!"
Ning Zhihuan replied nonchalantly, "Auntie, I'm waiting for you~~~~"
Because of this, more and more people gathered around, but still no one dared to ask the price. But in the end, no one left.
It is human nature to love to watch the fun, the free fun and the pretty clothes, and the articulate little girl, everyone wants to see what the ending will be.
After a while, the matchmaker came back with something in her hand, looking very aggressive and with a smug look on her face.
When he walked to the center of the crowd, he held up something, and everyone could see that it was a list.
"Here! This is the invoice I received when I went to buy goods. It clearly states how much I paid for the goods I bought. What about you? What do you have?"
Seeing Ning Zhihuan remained silent, Matchmaker Mole, believing she had won, began to gloat and sarcastically said, "Some children don't study when they should be. They drop out of school early, come back and do nothing, and instead follow the adults in deceiving others."
"Hey, I remember now, isn't this the little fool from the Ning family?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. Aren't you afraid that the old woman will fight you?"
"Tsk, you're already a little idiot and you're not allowed to talk anymore. You were so aggressive just now that I didn't recognize you. It seems you're no longer an idiot and have switched to lying."
“…”
At this time, someone recognized Ning Zhihuan. She was a celebrity in the village, but she was notorious for her bad behavior.
Public opinion is now overwhelmingly in favor of Matchmaker Mole. Matchmaker Mole becomes more and more complacent and is about to overturn their stall, but is pushed away by Ning Zhihuan.
"Old lady, your list says you bought a lot of goods, but does it say what they were? What if you bought some clothes, and this one was taken from a dead person? Do you have any evidence?"
Ning Zhihuan was just being naughty and naughty, but it had to be said that this was the most effective approach for middle-aged women like Matchmaker Mole.
Moreover, Ning Zhihuan has to do this matter. Others will only think that she is young and ignorant. If Chen Zhu says it, she will get the reputation of being a jealous and unreasonable woman.
Matchmaker Mole was so angry that she was speechless. Ning Zhihuan pressed the issue, "If you ask me, why don't you throw away the clothes you bought here before? What if they get infected with the plague?"
When the word "plague" comes out, everyone feels insecure.
Seeing his old sister being forced into this situation, the other stall owner's narrow eyes flashed with shrewdness.
"So, little friend, how do you prove that your clothes are clean?"
Ning Zhihuan turned to look at her. The old lady was a little shorter and looked shrewd in every way.
The guy just now was probably just her target.
Ning Zhihuan took out the design paper from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone.
Someone tried to pull him away, but Ning Zhihuan refused to let go and glared at the person.
So everyone gathered around and compared the two boxes. It was not difficult to find that the clothes hanging there were just enlarged versions of the ones in the painting.
Did they strip a dead person and then draw up a design? Besides, how could they strip only five pieces of clothing? And most importantly, how could they still be wearing one piece of clothing?
Chen Zhu pointed to the clothes on her body to prove her innocence, and everyone suddenly realized.
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