After four years of marriage, the military officer husband came back

Xia Qingning looked her up and down, smiled faintly, and gave a positive answer:

"I really won't put on such ugly makeup, and I really won't buy such an ugly dress."

"That's right. We won't buy them. We'll leave them all to you. Ugly clothes suit you best." Mai Miao immediately cooperated and took a step forward to hold Xia Qingning's arm:

"Don't bother with her, Qing Ning, let's go."

After saying that, he pulled Xia Qingning to the other side and started looking at other products.

At this time, Zhao Cuilan came over and handed the wrapped skirt to He Shanshan:

"Shanshan, don't listen to their nonsense. They don't know what goods are. This skirt is the best-looking one in our store. It will look even better on you."

"Well, I'm not angry. They just can't eat the grapes and say they're sour." He Shanshan touched the clothes with her hand. The slippery fabric made her extremely happy. She couldn't help but say:

"Aunt Zhao, I want to wear it and go."

"Okay, there's a changing room over there, go change quickly." Zhao Cuilan said with a smile:

"After changing, go to that station and it will be a living sign."

Xia Qingning and Mai Miao were walking around the garment area. Seeing that He Shanshan didn't follow them, Mai Miao lowered her voice and asked in confusion:

"Lime, do you really think that skirt is ugly?"

Xia Qingning's eyes rested on the clothes on the wall. There were many long cotton skirts hanging there, some solid colors and some plaid. The waists were well-fitted, making her look taller and thinner. She turned around and said to Mai Miao:

“I think these look better.”

Mai Miao followed her gaze and saw those cotton skirts, then nodded and said:

"These are good, but a little monotonous and without any special features."

Xia Qingning thought for a moment, fixed her eyes on a white skirt, and said softly:

"Look at the white one. If you lower the neckline a little, cut the fabric into ruffles and sew them on the cuffs, and use more scraps of fabric to make a few small flowers and sew them on the waist, it will look much better."

After hearing this, Mai Miao's eyes lit up. She looked at the price of the clothes again. It was more than seven yuan. She was a little tempted and asked:

"Will you change it?"

Such a small change was too easy for Xia Qingning. She nodded confidently and said:

"Yes, it's quick to change, and it can be done in half an hour."

Mai Miao hesitated for a moment and said to Xia Qingning:

"Then I'll buy it, can you help me modify it?"

She still had great confidence in Xia Qingning's craftsmanship. After all, last year Xia Qingning was named an outstanding female worker by the factory and was awarded a sewing machine.

"Okay." Xia Qingning agreed readily:

"I'll help you revise it after get off work tomorrow. Come and get it when it's done."

Mai Miao bought a skirt, and the two continued walking forward. Soon Xia Qingning's attention was attracted by a row of georgette skirts, especially the light green floral one with long sleeves and a small V-neck. The skirt was large and light, and looked very fresh and elegant.

Xia Qingning pointed at the green skirt and said to the salesperson:

"Comrade, how much is this skirt?"

"Comrade, you have a good eye. This fabric is called georgette, which is imported from abroad. It is rare in China, but the price is indeed more expensive than clothes made of ordinary fabrics."

The short-haired salesperson said with a smile, then took the skirt off the wall and handed it to Xia Qingning, and continued:

"This one is 42 yuan."

Mai Miao, who was standing by, thought the skirt was pretty and was about to touch it, but when she heard the price, she immediately withdrew her hand.

At this time, another salesperson came over, touched the short-haired salesperson with his shoulder, and whispered:

"Didn't you see that they can't even afford the red Dacron dress from Sister Zhao? And yet they're showing her this."

Although she lowered her voice deliberately, they were so close that they couldn't have failed to hear it. Mai Miao wanted to refute, but she was poor and her words were not taken seriously, so she could only stand there in silence without saying anything.

Xia Qingning looked calm. She took the skirt, looked around, touched it, and returned it to the salesperson after a while, saying:

"Thank you. Let's take a look."

It’s not that Xia Qingning can’t afford it, but the skirt costs more than 40 yuan, which is a bit expensive for her now.

She would not buy it just to save face. After all, the money was earned by her original self, and it would be useful for her to keep it.

The short-sale salesman took the clothes, still smiling, not looking down on others, and said:

"Okay, comrade, please look at something else."

In the end, Xia Qingning chose a blue plaid cotton top, a men's white shirt, and a set of sportswear for teenagers, and bought them for a total of more than 20 yuan.

The blue plaid top was for the original mother, and the white shirt and sportswear were for the older brother and younger brother respectively.

After shopping in the clothing area, the two walked to the counter selling fabrics. This was Xia Qingning's main purpose for coming to the department store today.

There were all kinds of fabrics on the counter, the most common of which were cotton and linen, followed by Dacron.

The prices differed greatly, with cotton cloth costing 4 cents per foot and Dacron costing 1.5 yuan per foot. Xia Qingning decisively chose cotton cloth.

In this era, almost everyone was in love with Dacron, thinking it was beautiful and trendy. However, only people in later generations realized that pure cotton fabrics were much better than chemical fiber fabrics such as Dacron.

Xia Qingning quickly picked out more than ten feet, mostly in navy blue, dark gray and other colors that are more resistant to dirt. She originally wanted to buy more, but she didn't have enough cloth coupons, so she had to give up.

"Why are you buying these colors? They don't look very nice." Mai Miao, who was standing by, couldn't help but say something when she saw Xia Qingning picked all the dark colors.

"Well, these are dirt-resistant." Xia Qingning explained:

"My mom and my brother need to wear something more suitable for work."

"Oh, you bought it for your mother's family, that's suitable." Mai Miao suddenly realized.

As the two were talking, Xia Qingning suddenly caught a glimpse of a large pile of cloth stacked in the corner of the counter. These were the leftover scraps from a piece of cloth that had been sold out and could not be cut to a foot long. So there were all kinds of colors, fabrics, and patterns.

Xia Qingning's eyes lit up, and she pointed at the pile of fabrics and said to the salesperson inside:

“Are those fabrics for sale?”

The salesperson looked in the direction she pointed and saw the pile of scraps. He nodded and said:

"Yes, but these are not in pieces. If you take them to a tailor shop to make clothes, the tailor may not make them for you."

"It's okay, I can do it myself." Xia Qingning said with a smile. She is pretty, and when she smiles, she becomes even more gentle and lovely.

Everyone loves beauty. Seeing that the girl was pretty and polite, the saleswoman bent down and took out the fabric while saying cheerfully:

"If you can make it yourself, that's good. Let me tell you, although these cloths are a bit mixed, there are still many good and expensive ones. You won't lose money if you buy them, and you don't even need cloth coupons."

No cloth coupons were needed, which was exactly what Xia Qingning wanted. She looked at the fabrics carefully and touched them. They were indeed good. In addition to cotton, linen, wool, and chemical fiber, there were also some silk and blended ones.

"How much do these cost?" Xia Qingning asked.

"Do you want all of them?" asked the eldest sister.

It was indeed a bit too much. Xia Qingning thought for a moment and said:

"Half, please."

"Just give me three dollars for half." The elder sister said sincerely:

"Although these fabrics are leftovers, their quality is just as good. As long as you use them well, you can make five or six sets of clothes with them."

Xia Qingning was very satisfied with all these for only three dollars. She looked at the salesperson and said:

"Can I pick the ones I like?"

"Yes, yes." The salesperson agreed readily.

Xia Qingning picked and chose among a pile of fabrics, rejecting those with dull colors or those that were too eye-catching. After a short while, she had picked out a bunch of fabrics that she was satisfied with.

"Okay, that's all. Please help me tie it up." Xia Qingning said with a smile.

To others, these fabrics may be scraps that are not presentable, but to someone like her who studies fashion design, they are treasures. As a fashion designer, the thing she dislikes the least is fabric.

At this time, He Shanshan, who had changed into a red skirt, suddenly came over. When she saw the fabric Xia Qingning bought, she immediately covered her mouth and laughed:

"Haha, no wonder you look down on my skirt, it turns out that in your eyes, rags are the best!"