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Zhou Mei was hesitant at what the salesperson said. The old tailor in the village might have never even seen a new-style denim shirt.

It's only a few dollars if you can pull the cloth.

"Thank you, let's buy cloth." Chen Wan dismissed Zhou Mei's hesitation, and the group crowded back to the cloth counter.

A new problem has arisen, the fabrics sold in the counter are not of good quality.

Of course Chen Wan knew that there was no Dingliang, he had seen Zhou Mei just now when she was buying rags.Made of pure chemical fiber, it is durable, washable, and not easy to fade. It is a good thing for people in this era, but compared with its advantages, it has disadvantages such as poor water absorption capacity, easy to generate static electricity, and poor wearing comfort. Not available for purchase.

What he took a fancy to was the cotton fabric on the left side of the counter, which was the most suitable T-shirt for inner wear.

Chen Wan asked Zhou Mei to pull a few feet of cotton cloth on the pretext of worrying that the tailor would not do it well the first time, so even if she couldn't make the same one as Zhenliang, it wouldn't be a waste.

The first step of the plan was successfully completed. Chen Wan took the hard-won cotton cloth with her own hands, and had no other shopping needs.

Sun Dahua's mother and son are indispensable in a lively place. In the morning, Xu Laiqian clamored to eat the meat buns in the town. Sun Dahua waved his hand, "I don't cook today, let's eat meat buns!"

Xu Youcai and Xu Laiqian are like a family by their names.

The meat buns with thin skin and big stuffing are as big as an adult man's fist, and they are full of weight. The price of [-] cents a piece has dissuaded many people who came here because of the smell.Sun Dahua took out the money and bought five of them in one go, making everyone envious.

Xu Laiqian ate until his mouth was full of greasiness, he ate three of the five buns, and Sun Dahua ate two.

You ask Xu Youcai?He had already gone to drink with the money.

Among the onlookers, someone who knew Sun Dahua saw her and Xu Laiqian eating all five buns, and asked her loudly why she didn't keep one for Xu Kongshan, isn't that also your son?

Sun Dahua cursed that it was none of your business, and took Xu Laiqian, who was rubbing the oil on his hands, to other stalls.

The actions of the two parties aroused the curiosity of the people around them. Some people who did not know each other asked the person to ask what was going on. The onlookers listened.

The onlookers were very speechless after hearing this. They have seen someone who is partial, but they have never seen such partiality. The eldest son may not be his own.

It is not known whether the person is the real one or not. After all, Sun Dahua's first child was not born in the town, and Xu Kongshan's age also matched the time of Sun Dahua's pregnancy.

The people who listened to the gossip dispersed, and Sun Dahua didn't care what others said about her behind her back. The mother and son went to the street to eat and went to the street, and their bellies became rounder.

When they came, Chen Wan and his group were buying cloth. After buying the cloth, the rush hour for the market had passed. People on the street left one after another. Zhou Mei and the others also went back to Ping'an Village, so they didn't meet each other. Otherwise, Chen Wan would have to worry about it again. Xu Kongshan was upset.

When they got home, they changed their clothes first. The two sisters were reluctant to take off the braids they had braided so hard, so they only took off the hair tie, revealing the black rubber band at the end of the hair.

Chen Wan put the cotton cloth in her room, drew a sample of the T-shirt on the notebook with a pencil, and thought about how to ask Zhou Mei to let him make the clothes without worry.

He gestured at the size of the fabric, and looked at Chen Yongyang who was playing with baby pheasants in the yard.

I'm sorry, little nephew, my little uncle wants to trouble you to take the blame.

Chen Yongyang suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and turned his head to look behind him strangely, no one breathed into his neck.No matter, the pheasant baby is really fun.

"Chen Yongyang let go, the baby chicken can't keep touching!" Zhou Mei saw Chen Yongyang grab the baby chicken from the kitchen door, and waved the spatula loudly to stop it.This is an experience handed down from the older generation. It is said that people have heat in their hands, and if they touch too many baby chickens, they will easily get sick.

Chicken Baby's fist is so big, getting sick is no different from waiting to die.

"I just looked at it, but didn't touch it." Chen Yongyang let go of the chicken baby and hid his hands to retort.

Zhou Meiquan saw it, so how could she believe his nonsense: "Go into the house and do your homework!"

Chen Wan waved to Chen Yongyang from the window, and Chen Yongyang ran over immediately.

The homemade cotton cloth was placed next to the desk. Chen Wan explained two math problems to Chen Yongyang and felt like going to the bathroom, so she asked Chen Yongyang to write first, and he would check it later.

As soon as he left, Chen Yongyang couldn't sit still. Today is Saturday and he won't go to school until the day after tomorrow. Why do he have to do his homework now.

Chen Yongyang set his eyes on Chen Wan's ink bottle, but he knew the seriousness and dared not touch Chen Wan's books.Chen Wan hasn't used the fountain pen recently, and the remaining amount of ink has not changed, it is still half a bottle.Chen Yongyang tore out a page of the notebook he had written, turned it to the back, and dipped a pen into the ink to draw on it.

Children are always curious about the things adults use. Chen Yongyang has used pencils since he was in elementary school. Every time he sees Chen Wan writing with a pen, he wants to try it.Looking at the lines of ink on the paper at this moment, I am very excited.

The place where the wooden pencil was stained with ink quickly turned black, and Chen Yongyang also got a lot of ink on his hands, but he still didn't notice it, and wrote stroke by stroke very seriously.

Chen Wan left for about 10 minutes, Chen Yongyang was immersed in his own world and didn't notice that he came back.

"what are you doing?"

Chen Wan's voice suddenly rang in Chen Yongyang's ears. Chen Yongyang felt guilty and reflexively put his upper body on the notebook to hide the crime evidence: "I didn't do anything."

Accompanied by his attempts to cover up, there was the sound of the ink bottle being overturned, and the ink in the bottle was spilled out. Chen Yongyang subconsciously took away his homework, and immediately the white cotton cloth next to him turned black.

Chen Wan was also stunned, so what, this result cannot be said to be exactly the same as what he thought just now, at least it has nothing to do with it. He originally planned to let Chen Yongyang "take the blame" after dinner.

"Little uncle, I'm sorry I didn't mean it." Chen Yongyang realized that he had caused trouble, and was so anxious that he was about to cry.He frantically picked up the ink bottle, removed the cotton cloth to try to save it, but forgot that he still had ink in his hand.

Looking at the mess of cotton cloth, Chen Wan tried to hold back her smile: "It's okay, you wash your hands quickly, the ink is not easy to wash when it dries, I'll clean it up here."

Chen Yongyang knew that this piece of cloth was bought to make clothes for Chen Wan, and three emotions of regret, fear, and guilt surged into Chen Yongyang's heart. Chen Wan moved his lips a few times, and then opened his mouth: "Wow, little uncle I'm sorry, mom, I spilled ink on the cloth my uncle bought, what should I do!"

The child was crying so sadly that Chen Wan couldn't help laughing, and took him to the kitchen to scoop water with a cotton cloth in one hand and the other in the other.

Zhou Mei heard her son's cry and rushed out to greet her. Seeing the mottled cotton cloth on Chen Wan's hand, her anger instantly burned to her eyebrows: "Chen Yongyang!"

"Sister-in-law, don't be angry, Yong Yang didn't do it on purpose." Chen Wan stood in front of Chen Yongyang, "Maybe this cloth will be clean after washing."

The ink is so easy to wash, Zhou Mei's mouth was bitter, but she finally realized that the most urgent thing is to wash the cloth, not to clean up Chen Yongyang.

The author has something to say:

Chen Wan: Well done!