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  However, there are also people who like it, so there are a lot of silk and silk fabrics in the big shopping malls, but compared with the fabric market in Haishi, the things here can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket, and the quality can only be regarded as low-end.

  Yu Zhi picked out a piece of plain light green silk.

  It is not considered silk, it is a synthetic product, silk only accounts for 50%, 30% cotton, and 20% other fibers.

   At this time, the fabric technology was not well developed, so although this material was not all silk, it was not much cheaper than silk.

  But Yuzhi likes it very much. It is soft and delicate, absorbs more water than silk, is more wear-resistant, dirt-resistant, wrinkle-resistant, does not stick to the skin, and has a good drape. It is very suitable for spring and autumn skirts.

  The color is also refreshing and clean, very suitable for early spring.

   "Mom, is this one okay?"

  Wang Xinfeng watched with wide eyes, but dared not touch it.

  Laidi for a month, plus two months of cat winter at home, almost three months without doing farm work.

  But her hands have been baptized by decades of farm work, and they are very rough, and they cannot be smoothed overnight.

   Such a good material, she is afraid of fluff.

   "Zhizhi, it costs more than ten yuan per foot, isn't it too expensive?"

   "It's expensive, but it's also good. Aunt Chu's son has a high position in Haishi, and her daughter-in-law also has a public job."

   "The two granddaughters in the family were raised as young ladies. The places they usually go to must be high-end, and the people they come into contact with also have status."

   "At the same time, they are knowledgeable and tasteful, and they don't like ordinary things. Even if they don't mind it, others will take a strange look when they wear it."

   "The material of more than ten yuan is not too good, but it is not too bad. It meets the requirements of family members of high-ranking personnel who are frugal. It will not make people look down, and it will not make people feel extravagant."

  Wang Xinfeng was stunned when he heard this: "How can you be so particular about the clothes you wear? If you have money, you can wear better clothes; if you don't have money, you can wear them almost."

  Yuzhi smiled: "Yeah, life can be very simple, but some people want to complicate it. It's okay, we just live our own life and don't care about other things."

   "This piece of material is very good. It must be beautiful for the design I drew."

  Wang Xinfeng agrees that the material is good. The old lady has never seen too many good things, but good things can be recognized at a glance.

   "Okay, listen to Zhizhi, just buy this one. What else should we buy?"

   "This one," bright light yellow, somewhat similar to cotton and linen, but more delicate and soft than cotton and linen.

   It has good stain resistance and shape retention, and is not easy to deform and lose shape. It is very suitable for making trousers for playful girls.

  Yuzhi is going to make it into the style of suspenders, with a high-waisted small jacket, similar to the design of a small suit, it is a small three-piece suit.

  The material is slightly cheaper than the previous one, but it is still a good material.

  After buying these two pieces, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at some other items and agreed to make them for Mr. Guan. The material of men's clothing is quite different from that of women's clothing.

  Besides, it’s rare to come here. Usually, Yuzhi has to go to school, and Wang Xinfeng doesn’t know much about it, so I buy more when I come.

   It didn't take long for Sang Dazhuang to be covered with bags and bags, turning into a moving human-shaped shelf.

  When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law get together and mutter, talking about fabrics, clothing, beauty and ugliness, he can't get in a word.

  Sang Dazhuang was a little depressed. His wife promised to accompany him, but ended up spending the whole time with her.

   In this regard, Sang Dazhuang was full of resentment towards his old lady.

  After choosing the fabric for more than two hours, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went home happily hand in hand.

  Sang Dazhuang followed behind the two of them with a dark face.

  Yumeng, who was looking for people all over the world, just crossed the corner of the street and saw the back of Sang Dazhuang turning.

   Such a strong back is so iconic.

  The last time I saw it, even if it was something from the previous life, Yu Meng recognized it at a glance.

  In an instant, she was so excited that she almost fainted.

  Running over joyfully, there is no sign of Sang Dazhuang on the cross streets coming and going.

  Yumeng was depressed and angry, and was full of fighting spirit in an instant.

  Since Sang Dazhuang appeared here, he must live not far from here, and she will come to this area specifically to find someone in the future.

   After such a long time, I finally got something. Yumeng is quite satisfied and ready to go home happily.

   Poor Zhu Minghua who followed her every step of the way.

  She followed Yu Meng, running around in the streets and alleys all over the world every day, and her old life was almost gone.

  Sometimes Zhu Minghua wondered if that **** Yumeng knew he was following her, so he purposely walked her for fun.

   Otherwise, why didn't she go directly to Sang Dazhuang and run around doing nothing every day?

  Are you free?

   Seeing Yumeng walking away again, Zhu Minghua panted cursingly, beat his old legs and hurriedly followed.

   Pitiful for her age, she risked her life just to catch the rape.

  Mulberry and Sangye brothers and sisters had lunch at the Lan's house, then chatted with the old man for a while, and were molested by Lan Changshu, went to the martial arts field to practice, and then left under the reluctant eyes of everyone in the Lan's family.

  Lan Tianqin sent the siblings out of the compound with big bags and small bags.

   "Do you have something to do tomorrow? If it's okay, I'll take you to the imperial capital for a stroll. You've been in the imperial capital for so long, and you definitely don't have time to wander around."

  Mulberry refused indifferently: "I have something to do tomorrow." Tomorrow is indeed something to do. Tomorrow, I have to prepare medicine for the old man, and I have to study the use of that water to grow vegetables and medicine. The weather is getting warmer, so I have to implement it quickly. Three years, time is running out.

  Sang Ye's mouth was never idle, she was throwing peanuts into her mouth, Du Juping fried it specially for her, wrapped in white flour, it was crunchy, the little girl liked it very much.

  Two or three catties of peanuts, she has almost thrown away after lunch.

  The Lan family has seen and admired the food intake of mulberry leaves.

  After listening to Lan Tianqin's invitation, Sang Ye also refused: "Tomorrow I have to accompany my mother, and my mother keeps nagging."

  Well, I want to accompany my mother.

  Although Yuzhi didn't say anything, Sang Ye felt that Yuzhi needed her, so she said without blushing that her mother needed her.

  Sangshen snorted, convinced of Sang Ye's thick skin, but she didn't know if she would dare to say such shameless words in front of her own mother.

  Lan Tianqin did not doubt what Sang Ye said, through the performance, reaction, and narration of the brothers and sisters.

  Lan Tianqin roughly summed up the characteristics of Lao Sang's family.

   Their milk is smart and capable, their mother is gentle and careless, and their father is stupid and dumb.

  A weak mother needs a girl to accompany her, so she can understand.

   "Then let's play together next weekend?"

  Mulberry glanced at Lan Tianqin indifferently, but said nothing.

  Sang Ye hugged Lan Tianqin's shoulder again, Lan Tianqin glanced at the oil that Sang Ye rubbed on his clothes, turned his head silently, pretending not to see it.

   "Old Lan, you can't do this. You are already old, and you still think about playing all day long. How will you support yourself and your family in the future?"

  Lan Tianqin looked down, watching Sang Ye wipe the other paw on his chest clean.

  The young man was silent, and looked at Sang Ye's small mouth, which was also greasy, did he have to wipe his mouth clean on him?

  Sang Ye had a thick skin, and was not embarrassed when his intentions were discovered, so he directly grabbed the boy's sleeve and rubbed it against his mouth.

  After her paws and mouth were clean, she pushed the person away, acting like a ruthless scumbag: "Well, for the sake of your little brother, my sister is not such a ruthless person."

   "Since you want to play, sister will play with you. Come to my house next week, and I will ask my grandma to make delicious food for you. It is no worse than Aunt Du's craftsmanship. How are you, sister Ye Zi treats you well?"

  The boy, who was always clean and tidy, no longer cared about his own clothes.

  He is still looking forward to going to Sang Ye's house.

   "Okay, then let's make an agreement, I will go next weekend. Grandma Sang and uncles and aunts, is it okay?"

   "No, don't worry, you are good-looking. My grandma won't dislike you. My mom doesn't dislike anyone. My dad dislikes everyone except my mother. He is not important, so don't worry about it."

  Lan Tian touched his face frequently, feeling a little lucky.

  The three of them talked and laughed and walked out, a roar shook the mulberries and mulberry leaves at the same time.

   "Which grandson is looking for it? Just say that I'm not here."

  Mulberry and mulberry leaves looked in the direction of the sound source, and there were only layers of trees. Listening to the sound, it seemed that they were not close.

  This penetrating power is very old.

   "Who?" Sang Ye approached Lan Tianqin enthusiastically.

  Lan Tianqin is used to this loud voice, and if he listens to it a few times a day, he is still not used to it.

   smiled and said: "It's an old man in the compound, he's over seventy years old, his voice is as powerful as when he was young, full of energy."

   "My grandfather said that he is a great hero on the battlefield, but he has a straight temper and is irritable. If he disagrees with him, he will yell loudly, and if he says something wrong, he will strike. Everyone is afraid of him."

   "However, he is a very upright old man, a very respectable senior, and even a national hero."

   "His home is a little far away from here. I don't know who provoked the old man. Hearing the sound, he is very angry."

  Sang Ye clicked his tongue, curious in his heart, but didn't ask any more questions, and the three of them continued to walk out unsteadily.

   Deep in the compound, in a house that is similar to other courtyards.

   Except for the three-bay house in the middle, the front and back yards are full of various martial arts equipment.

  In the room, there are also various weapons and equipment, such as big hammers, stone blocks, stone barbells, long machetes, and spear guns.

   There are also several sets of saddles and whips, and various medals and awards are placed on several walls.

  In addition to these, there are only pitiful pieces of furniture with missing arms and legs, and tattered and patched clothes.

  Everywhere is covered with dust. It is obviously occupied by people, but it is ruined like a panic house, revealing a bit of misery.

  Of course, this is only from the perspective of outsiders. As the owner, the old man doesn't think so. He thinks that his own yard is better everywhere, much better than those fancy yards.

   As for the clothes, those are bullshit, as long as it’s not only the buttocks, but also not starving to death, what else is important, it’s his old buddies that matter.

  At this moment, the old man is sweating profusely on the sandbag in the backyard, and others have to wear jackets. His naked upper body is steaming, and his tendons are scary to look at.

  Even if his hair is gray, he doesn't look like an old man in his seventies, on the contrary, he is as strong as a man in his forties or fifties.