The courtyard: the atmosphere of human life

Darong took the cloth bought by Zhong Yunxing to the tailor shop to have it measured. It was difficult for most people to wear this color of cloth beautifully.

Not only are they picky about skin color, they also have higher requirements for style. Once it falls into cliché, a rustic flavor will immediately emerge.

"This is a thin material, suitable for spring and summer clothes. What kind of shape do you plan to make it into?"

After the tailor Miss Gao simply measured Darong's size, she began to fiddle with the piece of cloth in front of her. She looked at the color and went through several commonly used styles in her mind, but none of them seemed suitable.

"It's just making clothes for spring and autumn, so there's no rush to wear them."

Darong chose this piece of material to make two new dresses to wear after her wedding.

Mother Zhong and Mother Darong looked through the almanac and picked out a good day, which was after the Mid-Autumn Festival, August 16th of the lunar calendar, when the weather was clear and cool and suitable for a banquet.

The people of Nanjiao choose their wedding dates based on the auspicious days passed down by their ancestors, usually just according to the lunar calendar, and the banquets are usually their own buffets, so spring and autumn are the most suitable times.

If Darong's birthday had not been in July, the wedding would probably not have been postponed to autumn.

"I plan to make a trouser suit and a skirt out of this piece of material."

Darong already had a design in mind before she came. She knows how to cut, but she doesn't have the skill to sew or hem. Simply knowing how to cut is not really a skill.

However, being able to understand cutting patterns did help Darong improve her fashion sense. She would often buy some old magazines from Hong Kong and Taiwan, look at the clothes worn by the models in them, and sketch out cutting patterns.

"It won't be enough if I make two sets."

When Gao heard that Darong wanted to make two sets, she shook her head and said that the fabric was not enough.

"I calculated it and it should be enough. The top of the trouser suit is made into a waistcoat, and the sleeves are just enough to fit into the skirt."

"Vest? How can you wear a vest with trousers? What kind of wear is that?" Sister Gao looked at Darong in confusion.

The clothing market at that time was still in a stage of discontinuous development. In the southern suburbs, even jeans were not available, and no one had ever seen the style of wearing trousers with a waistcoat.

So when Gao heard that Darong wanted to make a trouser set, she naturally thought of the conventional women's suit, a small jacket with a white shirt, and the more fashionable ones would turn the shirt collar outside.

"Yes, it's a waistcoat, with a narrow waist, a large cross-neckline, and it should be short, just to the waist."

Darong described to Sister Gao in detail and with great certainty what she wanted.

After coming out of the tailor shop, Darong originally wanted to go to the department store to buy some canned food. The third child had a cold these past two days and hadn't been able to eat anything.

Before I reached the department store, I saw a small group of people gathered on the side of the road. They looked like curious people watching a fight.

Darong never liked to join in such fun, so after crossing the small road she wanted to go around from the other side.

"Go find the fourth generation."

This familiar roar caused Da Rong, who had already taken a few steps, to stop immediately.

Because the one who was yelling was none other than our troublemaker comrade, Xiao Ling!

Darong frowned slightly. Although she felt annoyed, she couldn't help but change direction.

Pushing through the crowd, two girls of similar age were seen pulling each other's hair, bending over and facing each other with their heads touching.

The people watching the fight on the sidelines all had joking looks on their faces and had no intention of trying to stop the fight.

"Let go, let go of me."

When Darong saw that Xiao Ling had bruises on her face, she didn't know why she suddenly became angry. Although she didn't like Xiao Ling, she couldn't help but get angry when she saw her being beaten.

"Miss?"

At this time, Xiao Ling bent over 90 degrees, pulling the other person's hair with one hand, and holding the strand of hair that was pulled by the other person with the other hand. In the midst of her busy schedule, she did not forget to tilt her head to glance at Darong.

Darong stepped forward, grabbed the wrist of the girl who was pulling Xiao Ling, and hit the joint hard. The girl loosened her grip in pain, and Darong took advantage of the situation to grab Xiao Ling's hair.

"Let go of me too!"

The grip had been loosened, but Xiao Ling was still holding on tightly. Darong yelled at Xiao Ling.

It was obvious that the two had been fighting for who knows how long before Darong arrived. At this moment, they were both breathing heavily with some exhaustion, but they still glared at each other angrily.

A truce is a truce, but we will never admit defeat given our momentum.

"Let's go, let's go home."

Some people around were watching and laughing, while others were joining in the fun in a sarcastic manner. Darong did not bother to ask Xiao Ling the reason, but quickly pulled her arm and squeezed out of the crowd.

After they walked a long way, Darong pressed Xiao Ling against a big rock, took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the dust and stains off her face.

"Why are you fighting with others again? And why?"

"Because of my brother. That girl is my eldest brother's girlfriend." Xiao Ling sat on a big rock angrily and started crying.

When Darong heard Xiao Ling say that she was her brother's girlfriend, she didn't know what to say.

After all, this is someone else's family matter. No matter what the reason is, Darong seems to be unable to speak up.

"This is too much! My mother has already said that the two pieces of silk fabrics at home are my dowry, but she insisted on fighting with me and even told my brother that she would not marry me if I didn't give her the fabrics."

After hearing this reason, Darong was speechless for a moment. She originally thought it was because of some important reason and thought that she must not ask too many questions. She never expected that it was just because of two pieces of silk fabrics.

But it was also Xiao Ling's fault. The commodity trade at that time was not like it is now. The climate in Yutian was not suitable for raising silkworms, so things like silk were very rare in the southern suburbs.

Besides the market value, the luster and delicacy of silk are naturally unmatched by other materials, so Darong can understand why Xiao Ling is so persistent.

"That's not a big deal, especially on the main street with so many people watching."

Darong couldn't help but blame Xiao Ling. After all, no matter what the reason was, it was really not a good look for two girls to fight in public.

"We didn't intend to fight on the street. Her family lived in an alley on the other side of the road. We were fighting in the yard when we ended up on the street."

Xiao Ling's words almost choked Darong to death. It turned out that she was too naive. These two people actually fought all the way out from the yard!

"You two are fighting like this now. If you and your brother really get married in the future, won't it be awkward?"

"That's impossible! I wouldn't dare fight her even if we were married!"

Xiao Ling looked domineering and didn't notice Darong's flash of disgust at all.

Darong was very much doubtful whether she would start a fight with her family members over a single disagreement in the future.