On the fifth day, Xiaodong took out the broom from under the bed and went to sweep the floor in the yard. Baozhu squatted aside pitifully, watching him sweep the floor. When he was tired from squatting, he went to sit in front of the front shop. Sister Wang next door thought she was not doing it.
Happy, ask her why
Baozhu said: "Xiaodong hid the broom and wouldn't give it to me!"
"What do I mean? It's easy. Just go to the Qiantou market and buy one. You can buy a handful for just a few cents."
"Then how much can I buy with one yuan here?" Bao Zhu took out the smallest denomination of his money from his pocket, which was one yuan.
"Ask the boss to make it cheaper. Ten brooms are enough, but why did you buy so many..." Before Sister Wang could finish her words, Baozhu ran away. Ten minutes later, Baozhu was dragging a handful of brooms very proudly, happily.
He walked back to the shop, put it on the wall of the backyard, grabbed two handfuls, one in his left hand and one in his right hand, and while sweeping, he looked at Xiaodong who was sweeping the floor with disdain: "Huh! I have one too, better than you.
many!"
Xiaodong suddenly had the urge to fall to the ground. Oh my god! Who will tell him what is the use of buying so many brooms at home?
When I came back from Kunshan in the evening, I couldn't help but feel confused when I saw the brooms all over the courtyard. Should he be happy or sad about getting a wife like this?
Finally, under Xiaodong's tearful and tormented plea, Shen's mother agreed to let Baozhu do things in the shop and make trouble! Anyway, there is no business, which is better than watching Xiaodong's nerves weaken day by day.
This is the perfect solution to the broom incident.
By the way, although the cloth shop did not have a formal ceremony with firecrackers, it has been open for so many days, so it can be considered open!
But not a single piece of cloth was sold. Shen's mother was a little anxious, so she always drank water. As soon as she drank water, she wanted to go to the toilet. She ran to the toilet dozens of times a day. It was no longer boring and she regarded it as exercise.
But Baozhu, such an active person, could not bear such a boring thing. She was lying on the table with no work to do, which made her so drowsy that she almost fell asleep.
Seeing that she was too bored, Shen's mother remembered that the young master had the habit of reading newspapers. She found many old newspapers and put them on the table for Baozhu to play with: "You can look at these. If you can't read, you can also look at the pictures.
, or just tear it apart and play with it.”
Baozhu was very curious about new things. She looked at the papers with pictures printed on them and found them very interesting. She couldn't read and read the pictures in each newspaper carefully, not missing a single one.
, most of the pictures on the paper were old men, or people who were about to become old men. All of them had serious or sad expressions, and they were not interesting at all. She was bored, and suddenly a picture made her eyes light up. It was a picture of a certain person.
A photo of an ambassador from a Western country attending an event holding his wife's hand. The aristocratic lady in the photo is wearing a palace-style dress, translucent lace long sleeves with earrings, a round collar, and a tie around the waist.
Wearing a dark bow with fluffy hem, it looks very cute and reaches to the ankle bone.
It was the first time in Baozhu's life that she saw such a fluffy white translucent gauze skirt. She remembered that this material was available at the counter. She stood up and walked to the counter, pestering Shen's mother to make it for her: "Shen's mother,
I want to wear this too”
Shen's mother took a look and said, "This is what foreigners wear, are you sure you want it? I happen to have something similar to the Western cloth at home, but can you wear this style? Are you not afraid of the neighbors' jokes?"