Lin Zhiyu and Yang Liu went to the downstairs of Teacher Fang's house. He lived on the second floor of the teacher's building of No. 1 Middle School.

Yang Liu did not go up rashly, but took out a medium-sized satchel from the package and gave it to Lin Zhiyu: "This is for my wife, as a token of our appreciation."

Lin Zhiyu took the beautiful bag and said to Yang Liu: "When I have money in the future, I will buy you a leather one."

Yang Liu smiled and nodded: "Come up quickly. I'm going to the silk factory to sell the things I've made. If you don't see me at the fourth small gate when you're done, come find me at the gate of the county silk factory."

Last night in the afternoon and after staying up all night, I made a total of six bags.

As soon as the sheets she used to make the bags were spread out, she arranged the bags one by one from small to large.

At this time, people were wearing gray clothes, and there were few bright colors on their bodies. The fabrics were brighter in color, but they were not breathable in summer and not warm in winter, and they were not cheap, so not many people wore them.

However, it is quite good to use as a decal on a bag. It is crisp, bright and does not fade.

When Yangliu arrived at the silk factory, the workers were still at work, and there were only a few people selling small items chatting at the door.

She arrived late and was a stranger, so she was a little far away from everyone.

Those people often set up stalls here and were familiar with each other. Suddenly they saw a beautiful girl setting out a bunch of colorful things. They couldn't help but turn their heads and look, half at the person and half at the things.

The eldest sister on the left is about forty years old and is wearing green clothes. In front of her is a triangular cake, a kind of rice cake, which is white and tender and smells of rice.

Yang Liu was a little surprised. There was not enough rice in this era, but someone actually started a rice cake business?

Yang Liu sat on the edge of the bed sheet and took out a piece of cloth to embroider flowers. It was idle anyway.

Suddenly, someone stood in front of her stall and asked, "Did you make this bag yourself? How do you sell it?"

Yang Liu raised his head and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a white shirt and dark gray trousers, with short hair neatly tucked behind her ears. She was squatting down and picking up a small bucket bag and looking at it carefully.

"Yes, I made them all myself. This bag in your hand costs twenty yuan." Yang Liu stood up and smiled calmly and politely.

The woman frowned, glanced at Yang Liu, and seemed to be dissatisfied with her price, "Aren't you a big talker? Just such a small amount of fabric costs a worker a month's salary."

Yang Liu still smiled gently: "Are you kidding me? It's not about how much fabric there is, it's about being unique. It'll be more honorable to bring it up."

The woman was even more displeased and said with a cold face: "If you can't even eat enough, what's the use of saving face?"

"Oh, there are always people in the world who have enough to eat and want to save face. There are only five of these bags in total. I made them stitch by stitch. The most important thing is this creativity and novelty. Even if I go to Shanghai

You may not necessarily be able to buy such a style.”

After listening to Yang Liu's words, the woman remained silent, then picked up several other bags and looked at them carefully.

Yang Liu smiled slightly and looked at her calmly. Her clothes were ordinary but very clean. She had a pair of well-polished leather shoes on her feet. It was obvious that this person was rich.

He looks like he is in his thirties or forties, with deep Sichuan lines between his eyebrows, thin lips tightly pursed, and a slightly square chin, which makes his lines look a bit hard.

There was a car parked not far behind her, and a young man stood looking over, obviously waiting for the woman.

This woman should always give orders.

The woman finally asked: "How much are these bags in total?"
Chapter completed!