The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Tutu was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.

Muguo could hardly control his expression. He gently touched the raccoon and led it to move the pepper paste.

The raccoon pointed its claws at the sweet wine, it seemed it wanted both.

The raccoon's space ring took away almost all the wine. Tutu wanted to know what the raccoon was doing in the Shiwan Mountains, so he prepared a video stone to embed in the pendant and asked Muguo to find a rope to hang it around the raccoon's neck.

The raccoon refused to wear it. Tutu suddenly thought of the raccoon's particularity about using beautiful bowls for eating.

She took out a golden 18k necklace that she had bought for a thousand dollars when she first started working, and passed it to Mu Guo to hang the video stone on it.

The raccoon was quite satisfied with the necklace. He held his head high and let Muguo put it on him. Then he put on a red lion dance hat and a red dress and set off happily.

Tutu was still reluctant to leave. Every time he saw the raccoon leave the tribe, he felt as reluctant as sending a child to kindergarten.

Speaking of kindergarten, Tutu suddenly thought of Lai Dianjie. Her little Niuniu and little Nana are in kindergarten. She watched the whole process last time. The little human cubs eating cakes were so cute.

She sent a call to Lai Di, who was walking into the yard with things in both hands. Lai Di looked very happy.

"Come and see me, why are you so happy?"

"I got my salary today. This time, it's more than ten yuan more than last month. Although the supply and marketing cooperative doesn't have cloth today, it has rubber shoes for sale, which are very popular." Lai Di put down the things in his hand and chatted with Tu Tu while sorting them out.

"Is fabric in short supply?" Tutu asked.

Lai Di sighed, "My sister and I have no shortage of clothes. The two sets of work clothes the factory gives us are enough. The main problem is that the children's clothes are too small and don't fit. Xiaopeng and Xiaokai's boys' clothes are very worn out, and Nana and Niuniu's clothes are all so full that they can't be put in anymore."

The weather has turned hot, but the children are still wearing spring clothes and are always sweating profusely.

Tutu was able to find that old fabric. She was recently alone in Haidu, and she was wandering around with nothing to do. She came across an old market, where there was a tailor shop. The owner was in his sixties or seventies, wearing a blue Mao suit, round glasses, and a tape measure in his pocket.

At that time, there were a few video bloggers who had old-fashioned braids and cheongsams custom-made in this old shop, probably to shoot videos with a sense of the times.

I heard the shop owner confidently say that he had all kinds of fabrics here, including Dacron from the 1950s and 1960s.

Tutu remembered it, and when she heard that there was a shortage of fabric, she prepared to take her to have a look.

The weather is a bit cloudy today, and there are not many people in the market. The shop owner is swaying on an old-fashioned recliner and browsing his phone.

When Tutu entered the store, the owner greeted him in the local dialect. Tutu looked around the fabrics hanging everywhere in the store and said, "Boss, look at these old fabrics from the fifties."

The shop owner immediately switched to Mandarin, "Yes, we have a lot in stock. We need that old-fashioned coarse cloth, or something like Dacron. If you want custom-made clothes, the most classic ones from that era are overalls and shirts, and braids. Would you like to make a set here?"

The shop owner is well aware of the retro style that young people are pursuing today, and even gives suggestions on the types of clothing.

Tutu was quite interested. "Tell me about it. I'm really interested in things from that era. What was the most popular thing back then?"

The shop owner became even more excited. He pushed his glasses and began to search among the fabrics. "Shirts. At that time, plaid shirts were the most fashionable. They could be worn all year round. Boys could wear woolen Mao suits in winter, and girls could make a few bras in summer. They were all very good."

Tutu had seen the work clothes issued by Laiding Factory. They were blue overalls with a big pocket on the chest. He wore his own clothes inside. Laiding was wearing a homespun jacket with patches on top of patches.

Tutu thought that since she had to buy fabrics, she might as well just make it. She put a Bluetooth in her ear and pretended to make a phone call, "How about coming to see me make it right here, so that I don't have to find someone to do it myself."

Tutu asked about the labor cost, and it was not expensive at all, only 150 yuan per piece.

I was reluctant to come and see it, because Tutu had asked, one meter long and one meter wide Dacron only costs six yuan, and one piece only costs more than 200 yuan.

Tutu calculated for her that four pieces of Dacron only cost one point. Wool and old coarse cloth were more expensive.

Tutu advised her not to buy coarse cloth here, "Coarse cloth is very expensive now, one meter costs dozens of yuan. It's better to buy more white cloth with that money, which can be used to sew anything, and it's very cheap."

Tutu picked out a dozen pieces of cheap solid-colored fabrics, and finally added two pieces of fabric with red polka dots.

"Make a beautiful little skirt for Nana and Niu Niu. The other colors are too plain. Use this kind of small dots to make it lively."

Tutu asked the store owner to select only fabrics that had been available since the 1950s and not to go beyond the technical range of the 1950s.

The owner also asked her if she was shooting the video, and explained to her in detail which type of fabric was narrow. At that time, there were no very good machines, so the fabric was not wide enough.

Finally, I called Huolala to move the increasing amount of fabrics I bought back home.

Everything was uploaded into the wooden house, which was filled with food and snacks, leaving no space at all.

The name of the system evaluation has become a storage shed that can no longer hold anything, priced at 9 points.

Tutu looked at the small room on the system shelf whose door was so jammed that it could hardly be closed, and then she put a beautiful colorful hairband on the door handle.

The system was still a bit stubborn, and a special effect was added to it during the transmission.

The house shook as it teleported over, and during the shaking, the hairband also fell off, and then it teleported over.

Tutu had no choice but to put away the hairband that was rejected by the system. Alas, the wooden houses were originally on the shelves. Even if the system added special effects, the hairband should not be shaken directly into reality.

Tutu pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, I really can't plug it in anymore. The system's evaluation is so accurate. My hairband has fallen off. I will definitely listen to the system next time."

After hearing this, the blue circle of the system started spinning very fast.

Tutu felt like it was very proud.

The current system reveals more and more of its personality. When Tutu sent a whole house of delicious food and snacks to Bethe,

It seemed like it was reluctant to let go, so the price tag kept changing, and finally returned to the normal price.

Tutu didn't know why it was just a small blue circle, so why would it be interested in snacks. But he still tentatively asked, "How many cakes should I give you?"

The system started to spin rapidly, but it became slower and slower until it finally lay flat.

Tutu inexplicably saw some despair in her, so she didn't continue the topic.