There were very few families buying ready-made clothes; they mostly bought fabric to make clothes at home, which saved half the money. The boss was a bit surprised and gave her a glance, "I didn't expect you to treat your little uncle so well!"
Lin Qiao thought, why don't you try being Widow Song, struggling in your old age with missing limbs, wanting to die but unable to.
The boss took a measuring stick to gauge her height, estimated the size, turned around, went inside, and brought out three colors, "Take a look, which color would you like?"
Lin Qiao chose a blue-green top and dark gray pants. She paid the silver coin, put away the clothes, and then left the cloth shop.
There wasn't much rice left at home, so she went to buy ten more pounds.
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From afar, she saw the young man standing by the door, looking left and right occasionally, if not for his delicate eyebrows and eyes, he would look just like a little thief.
