Pan Jinlian, who was moving straight forward, suddenly stopped when she arrived at the door of an extremely fashionable underwear shop: the extremely fashionable and somewhat explicit clothing in the shop, like Zhu Bajie's rake, not only "rake" Pan Jinlian's eyes, but also dragged Pan Jinlian into a few steps.

Since the hanger was not invented at that time, plastic models and imitation models did not appear, the clothes and pants displayed in the clothing shop were hung on hooks like pork sold in Zhenguanxi. However, even such an old display method made Pan Jinlian look strange and made her originally motionless "coal cake" eyes roll up like a table tennis ball hit by Ding Junhui.

Among those fashionable clothes, the one that made Pan Jinlian scream the most was the trendy underwear hanging on the wooden hook.

"Wow! I didn't expect that the main function was to prevent cold belly, and it could be so cool; wow! The inner hidden in the skirt, which is not for display, can be so fashionable; wow! Why is this bra small like two wine cups? Damn, it's so creative!" Pan Jinlian called here in surprise, and suddenly felt happy on her face: "Hey! If I wear this on my body and stand in front of the Western Turen, it will definitely make him sway like a tumbler who was slapped, and he can't stand even if he can't stand?"

According to the Pheasant website, during the Northern Song Dynasty, China not only had the highest GDP on the earth, but also had the openness of people. It also led the world with electric vehicles and tricycles. The clothing of rich women in big cities such as Tokyo was not only very fashionable and relatively "cool". What Pan Jinlian saw was that it is today and is still popular in the streets and nightclubs of major cities. It can not only save a lot of raw materials for garment factories, but also boast about "high-end" and "fashionable", and can fool "consumers" with fashionable underwear and jackets and other fashions.

Pan Jinlian had no money in her sleeves, and her eyes could only be filled with tears.

Pan Jinlian really wanted to go into the shop to take a closer look and give it a good view, but she was afraid that she would be ridiculed by the boss's wife for not being able to pay out the tickets. So she had to hide outside the door and look at the price of the goods from a distance.

It was hard not to look at it, but when he was shocked, Pan Jinlian couldn't help but make a surprise call in surprise: "Wow! Such a small piece of stuff actually cost more than eighty cakes."

"Wow, wow, so I got more than a hundred pancakes in such a small strip of pants..."

Pan Jinlian's screams in surprise alarmed two passing beauties dressed in avant-garde clothes.

The two beauties stood together, and four eyeballs climbed onto Pan Jinlian's body at the same time.

"This kind of rare and strange thing is not a country woman who doesn't see the market, but also a poor and poor girl." After thinking this, the second beauty naturally looked at Pan Jinlian and her eyes were not good.

When the two beauties saw it clearly and made strange screams with admiration, they were indeed like rural women who were not seen in the market or poor girl who was poor, they immediately bent their waists and twisted them in an artificial manner, set a bit of stingy and insulting baths towards Pan Jinlian, and snorted out a little contemptuous voice, with a little "hum" in their mouths, and then glanced at Pan Jinlian and threw a "sentient" eye like a white and rich beauty looking at migrant workers. The last time turned around, like a female honor guard, walking with her "heroic" legs, leaving like an ostrich in front of a flock of chickens.

From the contemptuous expressions and actions of the two beauties, Pan Jinlian reflected the ragged reflection and humble mentality of this poor woman, and further inspired her determination to be a rich woman.

"I also have the power to be beautiful. I also want to wear more fashionable and high-end clothes than them." Looking at the backs of the two fashionable beauties, Pan Jinlian swears in her heart: "When I make a fortune and meet a poor woman on the street, I will definitely make a more arrogant and slutty Pais than them, and show a more arrogant and arrogant look than them! I will also twist and twist across the street!"

Like the shrimp-headed and crab-brained brains in modern cities, there are all kinds of brands that are full of authentic food, brand-name restaurants, and fish and dragons. In the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, there are also many famous traditional food shops and brand-name snack shops. The difference is that every restaurant food shop at that time was authentic and there was no fake. The more famous ones in Tokyo were Dingjia Tea Shop, Wanjia steamed bun shop, and famous dim sum Duanjia Sauce, Shifengbazi, wild fox meat, fruit wood soup, etc., and the most famous ones were Cao Grandma's meat pie.

A family with the words "Grandma Cao's Meat Patties" written on the cover, and several cages were placed in front of the door, and there were many round meat patties piled up in the cages, which appeared in front of Pan Jinlian.

The reason why Pan Jinlian appeared in front of the "Grandma Cao Meat Cake" shop was not that Mickey Mouse fell into the rice basket - a coincidence, but that she, whose sense of smell was more sensitive than Xiaoqiang, caught the strange fragrance in the coming wind, sniffed her nose, followed the delicious food, and found it for a long time.

Pan Jinlian, who found the source of fresh fragrance, was as excited as the scientists who found the source of the Yellow River. The difference is that scientists can drink a handful of sweet and cool water, while Pan Jinlian, who stood in front of the meat pie cage, was not only drooling at the meat pie and sniffing the fresh fragrance, but only wiped saliva with a handkerchief.

"It's so tempting! I wish I could grab a few and stuff them into my mouth." Pan Jinlian looked at the meat pie and her mind kept moving: "It's good that Xiao Yun is here, maybe he can join forces to fool the 'Grandma Cao' in the store and take the initiative to deliver the meat pie to his hands, then stuff the small bags and transport them home to enjoy them slowly."

Pan Jinlian entered a state of fantasy. In addition to fantasy, Pan Jinlian also thought of "independent operation", that is, a single fooling shop owner Grandma Cao once. However, after careful consideration, whether Pan Jinlian finally lost this idea.

"No! After all, in terms of fraud, fraud, and hum, I am still a rookie. Besides, this is a century-old shop in Tokyo. Grandma Cao, who is sitting in the store, looks like a savage and old-fashioned old businesswoman. This old businesswoman is different from the young vegetable girl who pinchs and soaks water in a hawker girl." Pan Jinlian continued in her heart: "Besides, if you can't fool it, I heard that you will be dragged into the office. Although it is not clear what the consequences will be caused by dragging into the office, it can be imagined that it must be terrifying and violent."

Thinking of this, Pan Jinlian sighed helplessly and said, "After all, there are few "big ticket clips" like Western rich people around her. Forget it, it's better to eat a bite of Dalang brand sesame cake to stop saliva!"
Chapter completed!