Naruto: Start as Uchiha Obito

Without any effort, Chen Xiang drove away Song Lao Hu and his group, threw a few hooligans out of the door himself, and then closed the door tightly.

After clapping his hands, Chen Xiang returned to the house, but Yun Yun and her daughter were missing. He tried to push the door, and then Chen Xiang discovered that Yun Yun had already locked the bedroom and was hiding inside, crying.

"Yun Yun, please open the door quickly and let me explain to you!" Chen Xiang shouted anxiously.

"I won't listen! You big liar, I love you so much, but what about you? Do you still regard me as your wife?"

Listening to the heart-wrenching cry, Chen Xiang felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He pinched his chest hard and felt a little breathless.

"Damn it! What does this have to do with me?"

He banged on the door so hard that he wished he could break it.

After several attempts without success, Chen Xiang had to give up. He wanted to wait until Yun Yun calmed down and then comfort her. Chen Xiang rubbed his swollen forehead, sighed softly, and consciously merged the few empty benches in the living room together. He took off his coat and slept for the night.

The next morning, Chen Xiang woke up with a burst of pain, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He didn't dare to disturb Yun Yun, so he went out in shame and headed straight to Cuizhu Garment Factory.

This time, many female workers in the factory were once again impressed by Chen Xiang's hand speed; the threads were flying, and there was almost no pause. It took him less than ten minutes to complete a set of needlework; at this speed, even He Yue could hardly catch up.

Chen Xiang was at the sewing machine, just to He Yue's right, less than half a meter away. He Yue's eyes widened, watching him in amazement as his fingers flew up and down, his feet moving like the wind. Throwing one piece of autumn clothing after another into the basket, Chen Xiang didn't even raise his head. When he hurriedly threw away the finished garment, the fabric for the next garment had already been placed on the sewing machine.

After the whole set of operations, it was as smooth as flowing water. With such skillful techniques and skills, He Yue asked herself that even if she was given a few more years, she would not be able to learn it.

At this moment, He Yue felt a pang of jealousy in her heart; she was envious and jealous, but at the same time, she was also very curious about Chen Xiang; she wanted to ask him a few questions, why could he do it so quickly?

"Xiao... Chen Xiang, I..." He Yue was halfway through her words when she held back the rest of the sentence, not daring to speak out. Girls of this era were extremely conservative. Even married couples would not dare to hold hands when walking on the street, fearing that passers-by would point fingers at them and call them immoral. Unlike some girls in later generations, who had not really stepped into society, they had already picked up bad habits: smoking, drinking, getting tattoos, dyeing their hair, perming their hair, getting pregnant, having abortions...

There is nothing they can't do, only things others can't think of!

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Time passed quickly and it was 12 noon. The lunch bell rang, and He Cui, the owner of the garment factory, punctually rang a big bell in the yard. Dozens of sewing machines were working at the same time, making a lot of noise. Moreover, the female workers were so absorbed in their work that they must not be disturbed casually; otherwise, it would easily lead to safety accidents.

Chen Xiang was awakened by a powerful bell sound, which was as loud and powerful as an old ox snorting while pulling a mill cart.

"Dinner is ready! Everyone, stop what you are doing and come over to eat!" He Cui shouted at the top of her voice.

Chen Xiang rubbed his hands, stood up quickly, and went straight to the simple canteen in the backyard of the factory: the mother-in-law in charge of cooking in the kitchen was He Cui's relative, and according to seniority, He Cui had to call her the third aunt.

"Aunt He San, please be quiet for a while. We can do the rest ourselves." He Cui said as she called on several female workers to take the steamed white flour buns out of the pot.

The garment factory provides two meals, lunch and dinner.

If nothing unexpected happens, lunch usually consists of two steamed buns, a big pot of pickled vegetables or pickled hot and sour radish, and a pot of light soup with a few cabbage leaves sprinkled in. A little salt is added to the soup to make it tasty.

Dinner is porridge mixed with mung beans and corn, which makes a delicious meal. There is plenty of porridge, and you can drink as much as you want. After finishing one bowl, you can get another one. The premise is that you can only eat here and you are not allowed to take it out.

Chen Xiang, who had been hungry for the whole morning, didn't care about anything else. He grabbed a hot, freshly-cooked white bun and put it into his mouth, finishing it in a few bites. Although Chen Xiang in his previous life was not very picky, he had eaten a lot of seafood hotpots and Haidilao buffets. The aroma of red chili oil and a bunch of spices was naturally incomparable to that of a few buns.

But for a hungry man, the steamed bun in his mouth can taste like a banquet; the taste is just to deceive the tongue, and these days, it can be considered a blessing if every household can eat white flour steamed buns.

Chen Xiang quickly wolfed down two steamed buns with soup and pickles. This stuff is very expensive, and you have to buy flour and baking powder to make it, which is quite expensive; so He Cui emphasized more than once that each person can only take two at most, strictly limit the quota, and control the quota for each person.

Chen Xiang frowned. This amount of food was not enough to fill his teeth. Eating only pickles was not a good idea. These pickles had been pickled in jars for several years and were extremely sour. It was okay to eat a little occasionally, but not too much at one time, otherwise it would cause nitrite poisoning. In mild cases, the face would turn blue and cold sweats would break out all over the body; in severe cases, the whole body would be dehydrated and die of diarrhea.

He Yue held the bowl, seemingly drinking soup, but in fact her eyes never left Chen Xiang; He Yue was cautious, like a guilty thief, secretly glancing at Chen Xiang. Whenever he noticed something was wrong and looked up to look around, He Yue would quickly lower her head, fearing that she would be discovered.

Until she confirmed again and again that Chen Xiang was not full, she hesitated for a long time, as if it was a century; He Yue finally plucked up the courage, and walked towards him with a steamed bun tightly clenched in her little hand.

step……

Two steps...

Three steps...

With every step He Yue took, she felt her heart beating wildly! She covered her chest, as if she couldn't breathe, and was worried that she would suffocate to death if she continued to be so nervous.

Finally, He Yue came to him and said timidly in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "I have a small appetite and can't eat much. I'll give it to you!"

When she said the last word, He Yue's face had already turned red, like a ball of fire. Before Chen Xiang could react, He Yue stuffed the steamed bun in her hand into his arms without saying anything, covered her mouth and ran away.

"Who is this girl? What is she doing?" Chen Xiang scratched his scalp, his face full of black question marks.

Looking at the steamed bun in his arms, Chen Xiang finished it in no time without thinking. After finishing the soup in the bowl, he put the bowl down, found a slightly cleaner place to lie down, closed his eyes, took a short rest, and then prepared to start the afternoon work.

At 2pm, the garment factory started working on time. All the female workers took their positions and the sound of pedal sewing machines rang out again. Chen Xiang turned sideways accidentally and was surprised to find that the little girl who stuffed him with steamed buns at lunch was actually sitting next to him!

Chen Xiang couldn't help but look at her a few more times; Chen Xiang was not an idiot, and he seemed to smell something unusual. But he was a married man after all, and he had a daughter, so he would never do anything to mess around with other women, absolutely not!

Chen Xiang sighed, retracted his gaze, and focused all his attention on the needlework at hand.

In September in Jiangcheng, the residual heat has not yet dissipated. The afternoon sun is extremely hot. The entire garment factory has only one ventilation window. It is so hot!

Chen Xiang couldn't stand the heat any longer, so he gritted his teeth and took off his coat, leaving only a sweatshirt underneath, revealing his two strong arms.

In the heat, he secretly glanced at the nearby female workers. They were also hot, with beads of sweat dripping down their necks, soaking their collars. They were almost all wearing floral clothes and thin black and gray pants. Chen Xiang looked at them and felt that something was wrong.

After a while, he suddenly slapped his head. He remembered!

Thirty years later, during the hot season, those women who love beauty love to wear off-shoulder clothes, short skirts and white stockings!

Why didn't he make this idea public in this era? Maybe he would have made a fortune!

Chen Xiang understands high-tech modern products, such as electronic games and VR holographic glasses, but he can't make them because the technology doesn't allow it... But if he makes a simple short skirt with stockings, isn't it easy for him to make it?

As long as he can open up the market, he will surely become an instant hit!