"Want fabric? Sure, three eggs for one foot of fabric, any pattern you like. If you want some, bring your eggs to me. Don't think you can take advantage of Zhao Xiuli that easily!"
Mrs. Lin didn't care what others thought of her.
She accepted the bad reputation for mistreating her adopted son with peace of mind, let alone the fact that her exchange terms were reasonable.
A meter of fabric is about three feet. To make a summer dress, you need about one and a half to two meters of fabric, which is about five to six feet.
One egg exchanged in town wouldn't even fetch fifteen cents, while a dress at the department store costs three to four yuan!
With less than twenty eggs, you could exchange enough fabric for a dress. Mrs. Lin thought her price was very fair.
But those aunties obviously didn't think so. "Xiuli, we have no problem exchanging eggs for fabric, but aren't you being too greedy? Three eggs for just one foot of fabric, why not just rob us?"
