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"Buy me fabric?" Zhao Xiangyun was surprised.

She had thought that Jiang Weimin had switched to the cloth sales counter to buy cloth for her.

"En, look more, don't be polite with me!" You're my partner, so it's only right that I buy cloth for you to make clothes. " Jiang Weimin said.

Hearing that, Zhao Xiangyun shook her head, "I have a lot of clothes in my closet, my mom made clothes for me too."

Her aunt, Chen Liuyue, sends her at least three sets of clothes a year.

After all these years of accumulation, just the things Chen Liuyue had sent her wardrobe contained around ten to twenty sets.

Not to mention her mother Chen Wuyue, who treated her like her own eyes, she didn't like the clothes made out of household cloth, so she went to exchange for some city people's clothes.

In short, Zhao Xiangyun really did not lack clothes.

"I didn't buy that either." Jiang Weimin said.

Zhao Xiangyun, "..."

Upon seeing this, the female members of the supply and marketing club hurriedly took out a few cloths from behind the counter.

"Comrade, take a look at this. Which one do you like? Let your customer pay you."

Zhao Xiangyun said, "But I don't lack clothes."

Zhao Xiangyun didn't want to let Jiang Weimin spend money on her anymore.

In the box that Jiang Weimin gave her, other than the pair of dragon and phoenix bracelets, she had already counted the money.

All of them were united, a total of 128 of them.

That was one thousand two hundred and eighty yuan.

According to the current price, a thousand yuan was a huge sum of money.

Not to mention those national tickets.

That box of things, no matter who it was, could lead a very good life.

She really didn't know if she should say that Jiang Weimin trusted her too much, or if he was just being too stupid, thinking that she wouldn't use the money to run away or turn hostile!

After all, there was no third person present when he handed her the box.

If she didn't admit it, he wouldn't even be able to cry.

"Then buy it first. When you want to make clothes in the future, you can make it later." Jiang Weimin laughed and said.

The town that Zhao Xiangyun was in was a small place, so it was relatively rare to find clothes.

There were places to sell old clothes, of course.

Old clothes don't need tickets, but they're not cheap either.

He could buy a good cloth and put it away for as long as he liked. He wasn't afraid of becoming fat or losing weight.

Seeing Jiang Weimin say that, the female members of the supply and marketing club also advised Zhao Xiangyun, "Comrade, there aren't many who are as willing as you are. Even if some people bring your clients along and watch them over and over again, they won't buy you."

"Eldest young mistress …"

Zhao Xiangyun wanted to say more, but Jiang Weimin looked directly at the female supply club member, "Are there any more bright colors inside the cloth?"

On the street, everyone was dressed similarly.

It did not have any special colors, so Jiang Weimin wanted to buy some cloth of a different color for Zhao Xiangyun.

"Bright? Yellow? To make a dress, it should look good! And this blue and white one, it's pretty good for a sea soul shirt. "

The big sis member knew how to do business, and patiently explained to Jiang Weimin what kind of clothes to make from fabric.

Jiang Weimin, as a man, really didn't understand it. With the words of the big sister, he understood it a lot.

"And the cotton?"

The most comfortable thing about cotton cloth is that it is no better than good and easy to break.

"Yes, yes!"

"Same as always." Jiang Weimin said.

"Carry on?" The big sister member glanced at Zhao Xiangyun's figure.

An ordinary person making a set of clothes would be six or seven feet of cloth, but Zhao Xiangyun was a bit fat, so she would probably need at least ten feet.

"Give her ten feet of clothes, a yellow cloth is sixty centimeters, blue and white, and cotton is sixty centimeters, a total of nineteen yuan, plus thirty feet of tickets."

The female member quickly calculated the amount of money.

Just as Zhao Xiangyun was about to take out the money and ticket from her pocket, Jiang Weimin quickly stepped forward and paid her all the money and ticket.

"I have your money." Zhao Xiangyun looked at Jiang Weimin.

"I still have money. You can keep the money to buy something else, or you can keep it." Jiang Weimin smiled at her.

After the female member stuffed the fabric that he had paid for back into his hands, he casually put it into the basket that Zhao Xiangyun had brought out.

That money, Jiang Weimin had given it to him. He had never thought of using that money to buy things for Zhao Xiangyun.

He did black market business, and it wasn't as if he didn't want to do it right away.

At least, before he left the countryside for home, he would go through with it to the end.

There might be some risks, but how could there be no risks in this world?

Zhao Xiangyun didn't know what Jiang Weimin was thinking at the bottom of his heart, so she pulled him to the side and did not let Jiang Weimin spend any more money on her.

There was no woman who didn't like to dress and didn't like to look at clothes.

However, he didn't mind spending the money he had saved.

Using someone else's money would always make her feel uncomfortable, even if Jiang Weimin was her target now.

Jiang Weimin promised on the surface that he wouldn't spend money carelessly, and then pulled Zhao Xiangyun to the counter to sell daily necessities.

He specifically asked about the Snowflake Ointment.

"I'm not finished with the snowflake paste." Zhao Xiangyun tugged on Jiang Weimin's clothes.

"It's fine. You can leave it there. If you run out, we'll trade it for another box. Also, we'll bring one box for each of you."

Three Hair's box of Snowflower Ointment seemed worthless in Jiang Weimin's mouth.

Zhao Xiangyun felt her heart ache when she heard it.

It was not because he cared about the money, but because he cared about Jiang Weimin's money.

He worked in the Production Team, so the amount of credits he earned would at most be exchanged for some food.

He needed money, either from his family or from the black market.

Zhao Xiangyun had been to the black market before and knew that there were a lot of uncertainties there.

Naturally, every single amount of money Jiang Weimin earned was not easy.

Just as Zhao Xiangyun was about to stop Jiang Weimin, she heard a familiar voice.

"Big Brother Su, it's Snowflower Ointment, Snowflower Ointment …"

Qu Mengmeng was like a butterfly jumping around.

Because of their good looks, the entire journey was filled with scenery.

As for her, she seemed to not know what was going on. All along the way, she spoke with a soft voice and a smile.

It was unknown how many Male Comrade s around her were staring at her, but they could not move their eyes away from her.

However, Zhao Xiangyun still felt that the red Badji was familiar to him.

Wasn't it the skirt that Su Xinghua had coaxed her to wear when he said that she didn't look good in it and wanted her to 'lend' it to him?

He never gave it back to her.

A hint of a cold smile appeared on Zhao Xiangyun's face.

Qu Mengmeng's attention was mostly on the Snowflower Paste. Seeing that Jiang Weimin was holding the Snowflower Paste, without even looking at who it was, he directly asked Jiang Weimin in a very gentle tone, "Big Brother, the Snowflower Paste in your hand, can you show it to me?"

When Jiang Weimin heard Qu Mengmeng, he subconsciously took a step back and widened the distance between them.

As he handed the cream to the member, he took out two dollars from his pocket.

"Four boxes!" Jiang Weimin said expressionlessly.

"Comrade Jiang, it's you!" When Qu Mengmeng heard Jiang Weimin's voice, she raised her head and saw Jiang Weimin.