Quick Wear: The female supporting role makes a comeback by giving birth to a child

Qinghe County.

The county town is very lively.

The capital is neither far nor near from here.

The coup two years ago did not have much impact here.

The people still live and work in peace and contentment.

There are many street vendors.

There are quite a few pedestrians coming and going.

You can tell the identities of all kinds of people just by looking at their clothes.

Ordinary people all wore coarse cloth and short clothes to facilitate their work.

Those who have some money will change into a long gown when going out.

The wealthy businessmen and landlords were all dressed in fine clothes.

The students naturally wore a silk scarf and a student uniform that looked very fairy-like.

There are also many women on the street.

But most of them are ordinary people.

In families with some money, women usually do not have to go out to earn a living.

There are also some ladies and young ladies from wealthy families.

But most of these people rarely walk on the streets. Most of the time, they take a carriage directly to the designated shop.

I stayed in the shop for a long time.

Xin Guoguo walked and looked, pondering in his mind.

The beauty system is a must.

But the mission of this dog system is very strange.

The first task is to put makeup on the man.

Now the requirement is to put makeup on a noble lady and make her stunning.

When Xin Guoguo heard about this task, he said:?.?

In ancient times, ordinary women only put on makeup once in their lives, and that was when they got married.

Some women don’t even wear makeup on their wedding day, and walk from their parents’ home to their husband’s home with a bare face.

In the entire Xiaoyang Village, she didn't see a woman wearing makeup.

The Da Yu Dynasty does not allow the random killing of cattle.

Therefore, in this era when lip balm was still made from ox marrow and cinnabar, the price of rouge and powder was so high that ordinary people might not be able to afford it in their entire lives.

If she wanted to make her own rouge, she was just barely able to do it.

If you want to make your own lip balm, forget it.

In such a background, only wealthy people can afford rouge and powder.

But how could a family like this be without servants?

Naturally, the makeup was done by the servants.

How could it be her turn?

Although she was confident in her skills, she couldn't just knock on the door and ask directly:

"Hey, do you want me to do your makeup? I'm really good at it!"

Ha ha!

If people don't beat her with big sticks, it means they are well-mannered!

After much thought, Xin Guoguo finally set her sights on those rouge shops.

If someone buys rouge, it means they need to put on makeup.

Could she start with the maids who helped their master buy rouge?

But in this case, either she has to convince the shopkeeper to cooperate with her.

Otherwise, you have to pay for it yourself and risk being kicked out by the shopkeeper to find customers.

The more Xin Guoguo thought about it, the clearer her mind became.

"Mom, let's go there."

As she spoke, she pulled Old Lady Xin towards the nearest rouge shop.

When Old Lady Xin saw her daughter's goal, she immediately panicked:

"Guoya, have you run out of rouge?"

Does my daughter want to buy rouge?

But the money at home...

Old Mrs. Xin subconsciously pinched her collar.

There was two taels of silver that she took with her when she went out.

She thought Guoya came to the county to buy cloth to make clothes.

A box of rouge costs five taels of silver, which is not enough for her!

"How about we come again? Mom didn't bring enough money."

Old Mrs. Xin did not hide it from her daughter.

Xin Guoguo smiled and said, "Mom, I still have my rouge! I just want to try and find a job."

Old Mrs. Xin really loves her daughter.

Even though rouge was so expensive, she always kept it for her daughter.

"what?"

Old Mrs. Xin was a little slow to react.

"Mom, what do you think of the painting I drew for Zhirong and the others yesterday?"

Old Lady Xin was a daughter of a flatterer, so of course she answered immediately: "It looks good! Of course it looks good! I have very skillful hands!"

Xin Guoguo knew that she had a "good girl filter", but she didn't expose it:

"So, I wanted to go ask if there was anyone who needed me to put on makeup."

Mrs. Xin immediately felt distressed:

"Guoya, mother can support you! You don't need to find a job! This kind of work of serving others is not for human beings. We won't go, ah."

She held her daughter's hand and refused to let her go.

Xin Guoguo did not resist, stopped and looked at her:

"Mom, I don't want to serve others. I want to cooperate with them. Let's discuss it together."

"is it?"

Old Mrs. Xin was a little confused.

Then, aren’t those who do makeup servants? Isn’t that serving people?

But she trusted her daughter completely.

At this moment, two ideas were colliding in my head, and neither of them was convinced.

But Xin Guoguo took advantage of her daze and pulled her into the Hongyan Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the door, a female worker from the store came up to me with a smile on her face:

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

Xin Guoguo also smiled back: "Let me take a look first."

"Okay." The female worker said, turned and left.

Where Xin Guoguo couldn't see, he curled his lips, his eyes full of disdain.

Xing Guoguo didn't notice this.

The waitress has gone to greet other customers.

This store doesn't look too big or too small.

The counter is filled with a wide variety of women's products.

There are several kinds of combs: wooden combs, ceramic combs, bone combs, jade combs, etc.

There are also bronze mirrors of various sizes, some handheld and some placed on dressing tables.

Mostly small items.

There are many bottles and cans on the shelves on the other side.

There is some rouge and powder there.

While Xin Guoguo was watching, several groups of people came and went in the store.

Some people come in and leave immediately.

Some people will buy something and leave.

Just as Xing Guoguo was about to take a closer look at the types of rouge and powder, the female worker who had just received them came over and said:

"Hello, have you made your choice?"

Xing Guoguo shook her head: "I haven't finished reading it yet."

"Well, look, why don't you go look somewhere else?"

Xin Guoguo was puzzled: "Why? I haven't finished reading it yet."

The female worker could hardly keep the smile on her face:

"You're not going to buy it anyway, so it doesn't matter where you look at it!"

Xin Guoguo raised her eyebrows: "How do you know I won't buy it?"

"Haha! Judging from the way you are dressed, you must be from the village, right? How can people in the village afford rouge? I have allowed you to look at me for so long, which is already a great favor. You can't push your luck. Haven't you noticed that because of you two, several guests have left my house?"

The female worker's voice was not sharp.

On the contrary, he kept smiling and talking to Xin Guoguo in a low voice.

Xin Guoguo could see the impatience in her eyes, but she didn't feel offended. Instead, she smiled:

"Please ask your shopkeeper to come out. I have a business to discuss with him."

The female worker frowned, and although she was a little reluctant, she still said: "Wait!"

Turned around and left.

Old Mrs. Xin felt very uneasy: "Guoya, why don't we just go? Let's go to another place to have a look."

Xing Guoguo patted the old lady's hand:

"Mom, don't worry, let's wait and see."

Although the female worker was impatient and disdainful, she did not scream to vent her anger. Instead, she spoke to them in a low voice for fear of disturbing others.

And, always with a smile on his face.

It can be seen that there is no need to comment on the temperament of the female worker herself, but the owner of this house must be a capable person.