"We have discipline, and when the time comes to tell you, I will definitely tell you."
"Tonight, I will stay in the hotel. I will complete the discharge procedures for my second uncle tomorrow and we will go home."
Pointing to a store with a plaque of Liu Qiao Tailor Shop on the roadside, Zhou Zhiyuan explained to her seriously.
"Wang Shoulong said that this shop is the best in this area. It can make any style you want. He knows the boss, and all the labor costs are recorded in his account..."
Yao Jingping was a bit dumbfounded. Wang Shoulong was really losing money by having a good friend like Zhou Zhiyuan, and he had to pay for the favor.
Wang Shoulong already had too much trouble, so he couldn't afford the money to make clothes.
The boss is a short young girl in her early thirties with short ear-length hair. Judging from her appearance, she is a clever and agile worker.
Knowing Zhou Zhiyuan's identity, he was very enthusiastic towards them.
"This brother has the energy of being a soldier. Wang Shoulong saved my man's life before! It's not right to help make a few clothes!"
The landlady's name is Liu Qiao. The man used to be a soldier. An accident occurred while performing a mission. Wang Shoulong saved her man's life.
Now the man has retired from the army due to injury and has changed his job to work as a security guard in the county hardware factory. She has opened a tailor shop here and is living a prosperous life.
"Whatever style you want, just tell me, I'm not the one who can do it. I can make whatever style you want."
The store is about ten square meters, and there are some clothes hanging on the wall behind. Each piece is exquisitely made, and the craftsmanship is indeed good.
From the perspective of this era, it is indeed good.
But, she thought the style would look better.
"Sister-in-law, please give me a pen and a notebook. I'll think of a drawing style."
After all, words can't convey the meaning, so it's more intuitive to draw it in style.
Liu Qiao took out the pencil ruler and the chopping board and put the notebook aside, put the melon seeds and tea on the table, and greeted Zhou Zhiyuan and his wife enthusiastically.
"Older men are nice. Older people know how to love others!"
Zhou Zhiyuan was drinking tea with his head down and almost choked.
He's just seven years older than her. Is he really older than her?
He looked up at Yao Jingping, who was writing and drawing on paper with a pencil.
When I saw the clothes pattern drawn on the white paper, I didn't even bother to drink the tea, I just stared at it intently.
In addition to being able to cure diseases and save people and write beautiful pen calligraphy, she actually has this ability, she can draw clothes!
As the pencil wandered over the notebook, a military uniform-like top appeared on the picture. Different from the current serious military uniform style, it was replaced with a small suit collar and a specially matched shirt underneath.
After finishing a simple set of military uniforms, Yao Jingping continued to draw on his stomach.
Liu Qiao was so surprised that she could only open her mouth wide.
What I drew this time is a men’s cardigan jacket with a large zipper and an elastic band around the garment.
The last suit is a suit with a large collar. The corners of the suit are not regular square corners, but rounded corners.
The places that should be paid attention to are also specially marked.
The font is handsome, the strokes are powerful, and it has the style of everyone. How could it be written by a junior high school student with little education?
Liu Qiao was so impressed that he grabbed the book and stared at it without blinking, and praised him repeatedly.
"My sister-in-law can actually design clothes? I've never seen the styles of your clothes before."
She suddenly remembered something and asked with surprise on her face.
"My younger siblings must also be able to draw women's clothing styles, right? I have an acquaintance who runs a clothing factory. If I have time, I will send the clothing styles that my younger siblings have drawn for him to see! If it is suitable, these clothing styles will be sold to my younger siblings. How easy it is for him to make this money!"
Is this okay?
The styles of these clothes were just the ones she had seen in the previous life, and the painting skills were purely a hobby. Unexpectedly, in the 1970s, it turned out to be a way for her to make money!
Then you have to paint well!
She drew a small suit for women with a large collar and round corners, and another set of sportswear. Now that it is winter, there is another turtleneck sweater and a mid-length cotton-padded jacket.
The styles of clothes were all those she had worn in her previous life, and they were all printed in her mind. With a little bit of modification, the drawings really came out!
"Okay, okay, great!"
Liu Qiao was beaming with joy. She said that the suits painted by Yao Jingping were so beautiful that she had to make a few to sell!
She also makes ready-made clothes. If they sell well, she will have to treat Yao Jingping to a meal!
"To tell you the truth, there are several tailor shops on this street. It's difficult to do business when there are too many people. I was worried about this. Today, my younger brother and sister came here and became my savior!"
Liu Qiao quickly helped Zhou Zhiyuan and Yao Jingping measure the sizes, promising again and again that he would be able to make all these clothes in just three days, and then send the clothes patterns to his friend who runs a clothing factory!
While Liu Qiao was admiring the clothes patterns, Yao Jingping took a notebook and wrote something quickly on one side. After writing, he folded it and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
Zhou Zhiyuan glanced at it and said nothing.
Liu Qiao refused to keep the money no matter what. Yao Jingping had no choice but to secretly press five yuan under the scissors.
He felt more and more that his little wife was amazing and an all-rounder.
Yao Jingping was even more happy. On the way back to the hotel, she stretched out her hand and shook his arm playfully, tilted her little head and raised her bright eyes, winking playfully with Zhou Zhiyuan.
"Why is your wife so capable?"
"Well, you can do it!"
Even Zhou Zhiyuan's emotions were infected by her, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised when he spoke, making it rare for him to agree with her.
It was the first time to get off work at noon, and there were gradually more pedestrians on the road.
Zhou Zhiyuan looked around and tentatively took his arm out of her hand.
Yao Jingping stared at him with a smile and pulled him towards a family courtyard.
Not far away is the textile factory's family home. The place where she once lived was where Ning Hongmei and Yao Ruyue, who had killed her and Zhou Zhiyuan in the previous life, lived.
They are all here, how can they not miss them.
As soon as she reached the door of the family home, someone from afar greeted her warmly.
"Hey, Tranquility is back?"
"Are you coming back to celebrate your sister's birthday? It's very lively today. There's a big table filled with chicken, duck and fish, and the children are so greedy that they ran to your door..."
"You haven't moved yet?"
It seemed that today was a coincidence. She remembered that Yao Pingfu was assigned a new house.
"Your new house hasn't come down yet. Your parents are still living in the original house."
Yao Jingping recognized the fat and short woman in front of him. She was also an employee of the textile factory. Feng Cuihua was known as the enthusiastic fat lady. When Ning Hongmei tried to persuade her to marry the stupid son of the deputy factory director, Feng Cuihua also came forward to speak for her. Good words.
She even gave her secret advice behind her back. If Ning Hongmei mentioned this matter again, she would go to the Trade Union Women's Federation to make trouble.
As long as she didn't nod, Ning Hongmei would have no choice but to talk about it.
Therefore, when she saw Feng Cuihua now, she looked grateful.
"Tranquility, is this your new son-in-law? Isn't he a second-rate son-in-law who doesn't do his job properly? He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he's not as bad as your mother said..."
Feng Cuihua felt she had let the news slip, and hurried away on the pretext of going to make some soy sauce.
It seems that this birthday gift must be given today.
Yao Jingping thought for a while, then bent down to pick up half a brick from the ground, and walked swaggering in the direction of Yao's house.
Zhou Zhiyuan frowned and hurriedly followed.
