Zhong Zhipeng originally wanted to persuade him, after all, he can only make money by selling. After returning to the city, he was used to being made difficult by his customers when doing business. How often did he not smile and let others say it?

But he had more or less figured out Yang Liu's temperament and would not change his decision easily; so he could only return the money to the mother and daughter.

The middle-aged woman took the money and put it directly into her purse, and said contemptuously to Yang Liu: "Humph, I guess you are sensible, otherwise, I will make it impossible for your stall to continue."

Yang Liu didn't even look at her, she just took the skirt out of the dust bag, held up the hanger and motioned to Zhong Zhipeng to hang it on the crossbar above the tricycle.

This dress has a light blue sleeveless V-neck on the upper body, a three-finger-wide dark blue belt sewn with a layer of fine gauze, and a dark blue pleated skirt that flutters in the wind, making it very smart and elegant.

The skirt was hung high, which immediately attracted the attention of many people. Some girls and young wives who loved beauty gathered around and talked about it, their eyes full of admiration and love.

The tall girl fell in love with it at first sight, and her mother was also stunned. She didn't expect the dress to be so beautiful.

Yesterday, my daughter came home and said that she bought a dress for 25 yuan and gave her a deposit of 10 yuan. She immediately felt that her daughter had been cheated. You know, even the most famous tailor shop can make a dress for only a dozen yuan at most.

money.

But his mind moved quickly, and he immediately figured out the benefits of Yangliu's doing this. He looked up at the skirt that was flying in the wind and was as blue as the sky. He suddenly smiled and gave Yangliu a thumbs up: "

Sister-in-law, high!"

Seeing people around her praising her, the tall girl suddenly thought that if she were to wear this dress that was tailor-made for her, she would be the one to receive the admiration.

So she pulled her mother's arm again and again, looking very anxious. The middle-aged woman also regretted a little, so she said to Zhong Zhipeng: "Since this skirt is custom-made for our family, and other people can't wear it if they buy it, then we will take it away."

Come on!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and went to get the money.

Zhong Zhipeng turned to look at Yang Liu and saw a sneer on the corner of her mouth, with her arms folded motionless. He instantly understood what Yang Liu meant and hurriedly apologized to the middle-aged woman who handed over the money.

"I'm really sorry. I can't give you this dress today. After all, we just make some money from our crafts. If you sue us, we won't be able to afford it."

The people around also started making noises: "That's right, if someone runs a small business and relies on their craftsmanship to make a living, but you constantly sue them, who dares to do your business? If you can't afford it, get out of the way quickly and don't block the way."

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Another girl with the same stature said: "I will order this skirt for thirty yuan, right? This is a deposit of ten yuan."

The girl readily handed over the money and said, "I just came back from the provincial capital yesterday. My aunt bought a skirt for sixty yuan. I think it's far worse than this one."

Yang Liu let the girl go inside, measured her face to face, and asked Zhong Zhipeng to learn how to do it. He also took a notebook and pen to record the girl's name, age, address, then wrote her requirements and favorite color, and finally wrote the receipt.

I paid a deposit of ten yuan.

"Okay, come here and pick up the skirt in three days. I will make some adjustments according to your preferences and skin color, which means that your skirt is unique." After writing, Yang Liu tore off the third piece of paper that was padded with carbon paper and gave it to this person.

A girl named Ye.

Then he told Zhong Zhipeng: "Keep the first page, give the second page to me, and give the third page to the guests. You will follow this version when ordering clothes for subsequent customers. Do you understand?"

Zhong Zhipeng looked at the notebook and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I can handle this matter well, and there will definitely be no mistakes."

The tall girl who was pushed to the outer circle almost cried.

The middle-aged woman was also dumbfounded. What's wrong with those picky words about paying for things? This woman actually stopped selling.

"When your uncle comes, ask him to find us in the yard with the big osmanthus tree at the door of our house across the lake."

After Yang Liu confessed, he left with Lin Zhiyu.

The middle-aged woman was very concerned about face. She pulled her daughter away and said harshly: "I don't believe I can't find someone better looking than you."

She took her daughter to Feng's Tailor Shop, and after making comparisons for a long time, Tailor Feng didn't understand what kind of dress she was talking about.

But all the styles he mentioned were rejected by the tall girl. She was obsessed with wearing the same skirt. So, Tailor Feng, whose curiosity was aroused, came to the East Lake and saw the skirt flying in the air from a distance.

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Tailor Feng was shocked. He walked up to it, looked at it carefully, and wanted to reach out and touch the fabric, but was stopped by Zhong Zhipeng.

"Brother, please don't do anything. If everyone touches it, won't this skirt be dirty?"

If people in the future are said like this, they will definitely get angry: You are a salesperson who looks down on others. Do you think I can't afford it or do you think my hands are dirty?

But people nowadays really don’t think that way. First, everyone is poor and no one dislikes anyone.

Secondly, most people’s hands are really not that clean.

Tailor Feng watched for a while, then turned and returned to the shop. The mother and daughter quickly asked what was going on? Can they do it?

Tailor Feng was full of confidence: "I've seen it, it's quite simple and can be done. And it doesn't cost that much, just fifteen yuan."

In the end, the mother and daughter paid a deposit of five yuan and left with satisfaction.

After going out, the mother looked at her daughter proudly: "Tailor Feng has worked in the county all his life, can't he be inferior to the craftsmanship of a little girl? Don't worry, the skirts made by Tailor Feng will definitely be better."

The daughter also nodded, it was true, Tailor Feng’s craftsmanship was passed down from family and has been an old shop for many years.

There was an old osmanthus tree at the door of Zhiyu's grandmother's yard. The door was ajar, and Lin Zhiyu gently pushed it open.

Lin Yue had already moved away, and everything was in a state of chaos. All the places where vegetables had been planted under the courtyard wall were uprooted, and the unripe vegetable seedlings were trampled to death, or they were uprooted and thrown all over the floor.

Yang Liu sneered: "Humph, Lin Yue can only take out his anger so much? Can he make the yard look like this?"

There was nothing in the house, even the windows were removed.

Lin Zhiyu's face was ashen: "No one has lived in this house for many years, but Lin Yue and the others have been living in it for a while, and they must have cleaned it up. Now they have even removed the windows."

Yang Liu hurriedly comforted: "Don't get angry with such a villain, we have to renovate anyway."

In the main room when you enter, there are two large bedrooms on the left and right. Because the windows have been removed, the light in the room is quite good.

The roof tiles are quite new. They were probably newly installed when Lin Yue and the others moved in. It was probably inconvenient to get into the house, so they avoided disaster.
Chapter completed!