Zhong Zhipeng originally wanted to persuade him, after all, he could only make money by selling it. After returning to the city, he was used to being embarrassed by customers in business. When did he smile and let others say it?

But he had somehow understood 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 to Yang Liu contemptuously: "Hmph, you are tactful, otherwise I will make you unable to keep the stall."

Yang Liu didn't even look at her, but only took her skirt out of the dustproof bag, and carried the clothes hanger to signal Zhong Zhipeng to hang it on the crossbar above the tricycle.

The upper body of this dress has a light blue sleeveless V-neck, a three-finger-wide dark blue belt sewn with a layer of twisted yarn, and the dark blue pleated skirt is drifting with the wind, very lively and elegant.

The skirt was hung high, which immediately attracted the attention of many people. Some girls who love beauty and young wives all surrounded them and talked about it, with admiration and liking in their eyes.

The tall girl fell in love with her at first sight, and her mother was stunned, not expecting her skirt to be so beautiful.

Yesterday, my daughter went home and said she spent twenty-five to buy a skirt and gave her a deposit of ten yuan. She immediately felt that her daughter had been cheated. You should know that even the most famous tailor shop now costs only more than ten yuan to make a piece of clothing.

But his mind was spinning fast, and he immediately figured out the benefits of Yang Liu doing this. He looked up at the skirt that was as blue as the sky, which was suddenly smiling and gave Yang Liu a thumbs up: "Sister-in-law, tall!"

When I saw everyone around me, the tall girl suddenly thought that if this skirt tailor-made for her was worn on her, then the one who received the praise would be herself.

So she pulled her mother's arm repeatedly, looking very anxious, and the middle-aged woman also regretted it, so she said to Zhong Zhipeng: "Since this skirt is customized for our family and others can't wear it even if they buy it, then let's take it away!"

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

Zhong Zhipeng turned his head and looked at Yang Liu. Seeing a sneer appearing on the corner of her mouth, she held her arms and did not move. 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 this skirt now. After all, we just make some craftsmanship money. If you sue it, we can't afford it."

People around him also started to cheer: "That is, if they do some small business and rely on their skills to make a living, you always want to sue them. Who dares to do your business? If you can't afford it, get out of the way quickly and don't get in the way."

Another girl with the same height said, "I'll order this skirt, thirty, right? This is a deposit of ten yuan."

The girl paid the money readily and said, "I just came back from the provincial capital yesterday. My aunt bought a skirt and spent 60 yuan. I think it's far worse than this one."

Yang Liu asked the girl to enter, measured her size in person, and asked Zhong Zhipeng to learn something. He also took a notebook and a pen to record the girl's name, age, address, and then wrote about her request and favorite color, and finally wrote about her deposit of ten yuan.

"Okay, let's get the skirt here three days later. I will make some adjustments based on your preferences and skin color, which means that your skirt is unique." After Yang Liu finished writing, she tore off the third piece of paper padded with replicas and gave it to the girl named Ye.

Then he explained to Zhong Zhipeng: "You keep the first page, give it to me on the second page, and give it to the guests on the third page. You follow this version of the custom-made clothes for the guests at the back. Do you understand?"

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

The tall girl who was squeezed into the outer ring almost burst into tears.

The middle-aged woman was also stunned. What's wrong with the question of paying for something? This woman stopped selling.

"After your uncle comes, let him go to the yard with a large osmanthus tree at the door of the house opposite the lake to find us."

After Yang Liu explained, she left with Lin Zhiyu.

A middle-aged woman is a very face-saving person. She pulled her daughter away and said a harsh sentence: "I don't believe I can't find someone who looks better than you."

She took her daughter to Feng's tailor shop and gestured for a long time. Feng didn't understand what skirt she was talking about?

But the style he said was denied by the tall girl, and she was determined to be the same skirt as the one. So, Tailor Feng, who was curious, came to the edge of the East Lake and saw the skirt flying in the air from afar.

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

"Brother, don't do it. If everyone starts touching it, will the skirt be dirty?"

If people in the future are told like this, they will definitely be furious: You, a salesperson, are you looking down on others, do you think I can’t afford it or do you think my hands are dirty?

But people nowadays don’t think so. First of all, everyone is poor and no one dislikes anyone.

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

Tailor Feng looked around for a while and turned back to the shop. The mother and daughter hurriedly asked how? Can they do it?

Tailor Feng was confident: "I have seen it. It's quite simple and can be done. And it doesn't cost that much, just fifteen yuan."

Finally, the mother and daughter paid a deposit of five yuan and left satisfied.

After going out, the mother looked at her daughter proudly: "Tailor Feng has been working in the county for a lifetime. Isn't it as good as a little girl's craft? Don't worry, the skirt made by Tailor Feng must be better."

My daughter nodded, indeed, Tailor Feng is a family-born craft, and it has been an old shop for many years.

There was an old osmanthus tree at the entrance of Zhiyu's grandmother's yard. The gate was closed and Lin Zhiyu gently pushed open the door.

Lin Yue had moved away and was in a mess everywhere. All the places where the vegetables were originally planted under the courtyard wall were pulled out, and the uncooked seedlings were also trampled to death, trampled to pieces, or pulled out and threw them all over the ground.

Yang Liu sneered: "Hmph, Lin Yue is so promising? Is it possible to vent my anger by making the yard like this?"

The room was even empty, and even the windows were removed.

Lin Zhiyu's face turned pale: "No one lives in this room for many years, but Lin Yue and the others have been living in for a while. They must have cleaned up. Now they have actually removed all the windows."

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

There is a large bedroom on both sides of the main hall when entering the door. Because the windows are removed, the light in the room is quite good.

The roof tiles are quite new, and they should have been built when Lin Yue and the others moved in, so it is probably not convenient to get into the house, so they avoid disaster.

There is a door on the back wall of the main hall leading to the backyard, which is about 20 square meters, and the kitchen and toilet on the right are on the right.
Chapter completed!