"That woman is carrying a medicine box, she looks like a doctor!"
doctor?
The shopkeeper's eyes widened in surprise. He frowned and looked at the drawings. The clothes were bright and beautiful, and the styles were novel. The most important thing was that you could be attracted by them at a glance. If they were made, they would be sought after by a large number of women.
He hurriedly went downstairs and saw the woman carrying the medicine box at a glance. The woman only used a hosta to hold up her long hair. Her long hair touched her waist. Looking back for a moment, the gorgeous cloth around her was instantly outshone by her.
Go down, this woman is as fresh and refined as a white lotus after the rain. Why didn't he know that there was such a woman in Fishan City?
Thinking about it this way, it makes sense to design such novel clothing styles.
"Girl, did you design this dress style?"
The shopkeeper looked at Su Yuanyuan as if he were seeing a treasure, with an unstoppable smile in his eyes.
Before Su Yuanyuan could answer, he continued to ask, "Can I buy your pattern?"
Su Yuanyuan was a little hesitant. When she started designing, she just wanted to make her clothes look good and comfortable, but she never thought about making money with this style. But now that she sees the clothes she designed being so recognized, she feels so good in her heart.
I couldn't contain my joy at all, and my eyes were filled with smiles. I thought it might be a good idea to make a fortune from this.
"I can buy it, but I want to see first how well the sample you made can meet my expectations. If your channels are too short and the embroiderer's skills are not good, wouldn't such a good style be wasted?"
The shopkeeper was slightly startled. He really hadn't thought so much. There were so many things to consider when making clothes. What if the finished clothes were completely different from the drawings?
He nodded, "Okay, in ten days I will go to Suzhou to find the best embroiderer to do it. The girl will definitely be satisfied!"
Su Yuanyuan saw that he was a serious businessman who was honest and trustworthy, so she handed the drawings to him with peace of mind.
When Su Yuanyuan and Yichun walked out of the garment workshop, Yichun looked at Su Yuanyuan worriedly, "What if he takes your drawings to make clothes and sells them, and refuses to accept the payment?"
Su Yuanyuan has also thought about this idea, but even if these drawings are stolen by him, can he steal more drawings in Su Yuanyuan's mind?
As long as Su Yuanyuan develops more novel patterns, it will not be difficult for people to see who copied whom and shoot themselves in the foot, unless that person is extremely stupid.
The day passed very quickly. Before it was time to get off work, Su Yuanyuan saw Jiang Wenzheng coming to pick her up from get off work on a wooden cane.
The man had a resolute face and deep eyebrows. He looked at Su Yuanyuan across the long street, and Su Yuanyuan was intoxicated by his gentle smile.
Su Yuanyuan quickly packed up her small medicine box, ran out and jumped into Jiang Wenzheng's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
Fortunately, it was already afternoon and there were not many pedestrians on the street, so no one noticed them. Otherwise, Su Yuanyuan's bold and open behavior would definitely be accused of being unruly.
Su Yuanyuan and Jiang Wenzheng held hands and walked slowly towards home under the golden sunshine.
Jiang Wenzheng has been exercising well in the past few days. His left leg can be used very well and it does not hurt after walking a lot. However, his right leg still gives Su Yuanyuan a headache.
She had been searching medical books these days, but she couldn't find the thousand-year black iron that Li Xun mentioned. She was unwilling to let Jiang Wenzheng's right leg look like this all his life.
When the two returned home, they saw Qingqing standing in the yard with a bad look on his face, watching three children studying there.
"What's wrong? Are they naughty again?"
Qingyi usually has a good temper and is usually not angry, but now he has a gloomy face, as if someone owes him two hundred taels of silver.
Jiang Zhiyi went missing a few days ago, and Su Yuanyuan also knew that it was Xiao Douding who was too naughty, but Qingyi felt guilty all the time, and was frowning for two or three days in a row. Fortunately, Su Yuanyuan enlightened him in time, otherwise she would really
I'm afraid that one day Qingyi will die to apologize.
Qing Qing grabbed Jiang Zhiyi, and Su Yuanyuan saw that Jiang Zhiyi's upper body was fine, but his lower body seemed to have been soaked in mud, and his upper and lower parts seemed to have been cut off at the waist.
"puff……"
Su Yuanyuan only saw the upper body just now, but now she couldn't help but see this.
Dongyuan hadn't arrived yet, so Su Yuanyuan looked disgusted at Jiang Zhiyi's dirty appearance.
"Give it to me, I'll take him to have a bath."
Jiang Wenzheng and Su Yuanyuan's parenting methods are similar, based on the free-range principle, just keep them alive.
But he sat on the small stool that only reached his calf, looked level with Fu Yueming, and asked in a gentle voice, "Yueming, did Ayi have a fight?"
Fu Yueming looked worriedly at the backyard, then at his brother, and asked cautiously, "Uncle Jiang, promise not to hit Ayi."
Fu Yueming's eyes are like black grapes, and the tips of her long eyelashes are curved playfully. When she grows up, she will definitely be a stunning beauty. Jiang Wenzheng doesn't know why, but he always becomes gentle subconsciously when he treats Fu Yueming.
, as if afraid of scaring this beautiful little doll.
"Okay, Uncle Jiang promises."
After receiving the assurance, Fu Yueming beamed with joy, and his little mouth opened into a crooked smile.
"It's Shi Li who bullied A Yi and said that Uncle Jiang is a cripple."
Fu Yueming is only seven or eight years old. She still doesn't understand what lame means, and she doesn't understand what kind of impact this word will have on an adult.
But Fu Yunkai was different. He was young and mature, and he was already familiar with these principles. He scolded Fu Yueming, and the little girl was frightened instantly. She looked at the two of them in panic, and lowered her head in confusion.
Jiang Wenzheng's big hand gently stroked her little head, with a gentle smile still on his lips, as if what he just said had no impact on him.
"Uncle Jiang, what is a lame person?"
Fu Yueming raised his little head and asked softly.
Fu Yun on the side opened the brush in his hand, frowned, and said angrily, "Yue Ming, you can't be rude."
He looked at Jiang Wenzheng with some guilt, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry, Yueming doesn't understand this yet, don't be angry."
The boy is young and mature, and his words reveal the maturity and stability of an adult. He is quite similar in personality to his elder brother.
Jiang Wenzheng shook his head. He would not be angry because of this sentence. Besides, after so many years, there were more unpleasant words than this, and he had long been numb.
But suddenly there was a sound and image behind him. He looked back and saw Su Yuanyuan standing there steadily, her eyes burning with anger, and even the hands hanging by her sides were clenched into fists, trembling with anger.
