Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

After Zhuang Zhiyun had had his cup of tea refilled, the two fitting rooms in front of him opened at the same time.

Enemy road is narrow.

Mrs. Huo was wearing a dark green waist skirt, while Mrs. Yi was wearing a purple high-necked skirt. When the two came out, the first thing they looked at was each other.

They all want to laugh at each other.

But when they took a look, instead of seeing the joke, they both felt a little surprised.

——Is this the fat woman?

——Is this the thin bamboo pole?

——It looks like...she's not that fat and ugly.

——It doesn’t seem that harsh now...

--no!

An idea suddenly popped up in the minds of the two.

"It doesn't look good!" The two said in unison, frowning and looking at each other: "I said it doesn't look good on you!"

"Mirror!" the two said in unison, "Bring the mirror here for me to see!"

Whether it is good or not, they have to see it for themselves to know!

Speaking so quickly, who knows what the other party is thinking?

Zhuang Zhiyun smiled faintly and said to Mo Qingwan and Yan Qiao, "I think it's quite suitable. Let the two ladies take a look at the mirror."

Mo Qingwan and the other person looked at each other, then he smiled and held the mirror in front of them, "Madam, please take a look."

As the mirror moved further away, Mrs. Huo's mouth opened wider and wider.

Is this her?

Where's her meat?

With so much of the neck exposed, how come you can't see any flesh?

And the waist!

Where did she get her waist before?

Aren't they all straight down? Why is there even a waistline today?

God knows, because she has no waist, she usually only dares to wear flowing clothes, for fear that the clothes will stick to her skin and others will be able to tell at a glance that she has no waist.

But today, when she put on this waist-hugging dress, how come even her waist was squeezed out?

"No, no." Mrs. Huo stretched her neck and said, "Manager Mo, please bring the mirror closer so I can see it more carefully."

Mo Qingwan took the mirror and took a few steps forward, his eyes full of praise, "Madam is so beautiful, like a female Bodhisattva."

This is the art of language.

Instead of saying "Madam, you look really good in this dress", she said "Madam, you look really good", which made people feel that Mrs. Huo had a good foundation, and it was not the clothes that made her look good.

But as the person involved, Mrs. Huo, she actually knew what was going on.

In this way, she was praised and Mrs. Huo also saved face.

Mrs. Huo was really delighted by the compliment. She looked straight into the mirror and said, "Only when the clothes are suitable can a person look good."

After that, she looked at Zhuang Zhiyun with a smile on her face, "Madam Yu, how did your Nan Shu's smart head grow? Look at me, look at me... Oh! I don't know how to praise it. I have to put this dress back on and show it to my master! Yuan'er, hurry up and check out!"

The look on her face was as if she was afraid that someone would snatch her clothes away.

Mo Qingwan smiled and put down the mirror, then bent down to help her adjust her waist. "Madam, you still have one set of clothes to try on. Do you want to try it on again? If you are tired, I will send someone to your house later. If you like it, you can keep it. If you don't like it, I will ask someone to bring it back."

"Look, I forgot about this because I'm so happy!" Mrs. Huo looked at the royal blue dress and walked straight to the fitting room. "Try one set, and try another set. If you didn't limit the purchase of two sets of ready-made clothes today, I would have wanted to try a few more sets!"

What she said was very intriguing.

——She is a family member of an official in the government, and also a prominent lady in Liuyang government, but she is still willing to follow the rules of Tong'an Cloth Shop.

Zhuang Zhiyun sat with his hands folded, and said with a smile: "The cloth shop is not going away. If you like it, you can come back next time. The styles are definitely getting newer day by day. Come here often to get something new."

"You're right, that's the truth!" Mrs. Huo followed Mo Qingwan into the fitting room.

On the other side, Madam Yi was still looking in the mirror, "Little girl, hold the mirror higher so I can take another look."

Yan Qiao's hands moved up and down following her eyes. She had already looked up and down her body many times.

As if in disbelief, she stared at herself in the mirror and asked the maid, "Does this dress make me look..."

The maid understood what she meant, and she leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Madam, you are so charming. Even the blooming crabapple flowers in the mansion are not as charming as you."

Only a few people know that Mrs. Yi appears to be aloof and aloof, like a rigid old lady, but in fact, what she loves most is the delicate and beautiful crabapple flower.

She always said that the stamens of the crabapple blossoms were long and slender, and the flowers swayed in the wind, looking very charming.

"You're just a chatterbox!" Madam Yi stroked her clothes uncomfortably, and asked the maid quietly, "Why do I feel that even this..."

"It's too big!" The maid covered her mouth, her eyes wandering, "I just noticed it, I'm too embarrassed to look at you..."

"Nonsense, you little girl, you don't even know how to control your words. Where did you learn that?" Madam Yi scolded the maid lightly, but subconsciously straightened her chest.

I don't know how the chest and back were cut, why is it like this...

It looks big.

Her slender waist, coupled with this rather proud...

Even though she is still in the cloth shop, her mind has already drifted back to the Yi Mansion.

"Not bad, isn't it?" She finally had a smile on her face and raised her chin to Yan Qiao, "Little girl, help me try another one."

"Hey!" Yan Qiao put down the mirror and secretly cast a grateful look towards the maid.

The maid shook her head at her, gestured at herself, and mouthed, "It's really big—"

After saying that, she gave Yan Qiao a thumbs up again.

Yan Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, then followed Madam Yi into the fitting room.

Zhuang Zhiyun looked at their backs, wondering what she was thinking.

Half a moment later, the doors of the fitting room opened at the same time. The two looked at each other first, and then looked away at the same time and snorted.

"Check out!" they said in unison again.

Mo Qingwan and Yan Qiao were still holding mirrors and were slightly stunned when they heard this.

This time...you don't even look in the mirror?

It seems that these two ladies directly regarded each other's reactions as "mirrors".

If the other person is complimenting you, then the clothes must not look good. If the other person is mocking you, then you are definitely wearing the right clothes!

The maids settled the bill quickly, and the two of them took a fancy to the pure white cotton cloth at the same time, "Get two more pieces of pure white and go back to make two sets of pajamas for the master."

After getting the cotton cloth, they went downstairs, neither of them giving way to the other.

Zhuang Zhiyun greeted Mo Qingwan and walked towards the stairs. "Watching you guys changing clothes makes me tired. Changing clothes is really a physical job."

The two of them stepped aside at the same time to let Zhuang Zhiyun go first.

After going downstairs, Mrs. Huo paused and clapped her hands, "Oh no, I forgot to choose a set of ready-made clothes for the master!"

Why don't you try it and get both sets of clothes?