The department store sells non-staple food on the first floor and clothing on the second floor.
When Rutang was buying tea, he turned around and disappeared from Yaoyang.
Just as Rutang was wondering where he had gone, he saw Yu Yaoyang slowly walking down the stairs with one hand in his pocket and an expression as if he had no opponent in the street. He had something in his elbow.
"Hey." He threw the thing in his elbow and Rutang caught it. After seeing it clearly, he trembled all over.
This is a dress that can be called the tears of the times.
Huge wide shoulder pads, half-length but not short length, a burly silhouette for whoever wears it.
What left Rutang speechless after seeing it was the pattern of the dress. The white Doliang material was smudged with big red flowers. Looking from a distance, it looked like a victim who ran out of a murder scene and was covered in blood.
"The one I was interested in was red. It's richer than this one. I don't know which idiot bought it first. This one is hard to do. Just wear it and take pictures when you receive the certificate."
Yu Yaoyang deliberately said it in an understatement, with a look of pride on his face. It looked like he had been brewing for a long time.
"Still, taking pictures?!" Rutang's eyes went dark.
"Brother Yaoyang, the marriage certificate photo will be kept forever. The two of us should look like a perfect match, right?" She used all the social skills she used in her previous life when she was a rich lady and traveled among rich women.
Yu Yaoyang nodded with satisfaction, why did the sentence "looks like a good match" sound so comfortable?
"I'm wearing something so fancy, both red and white. How can you match it? Why don't we all dress more simply?" Rutang Tu's clue revealed his true purpose.
"Look, what is this!" Yu Yaoyang took out something from his trouser pocket with great pride and shook it in front of Rutang.
Without complete preparations, would he be embarrassed to marry such a beautiful wife?
"Ah, this..." Rutang swallowed.
In his hand, there was actually a bow tie. It was bright red. The bow tie in the front looked decent, but it was connected to an elastic band. It was put on when wearing it. It was like a fake collar. The bow tie was also very popular among young people.
"I have a white shirt, so I'll wear this!" Yu Yaoyang thought very simply when he bought a bow tie. If he couldn't afford a woolen suit, why not let him buy a woolen bow tie?
"How much did you buy it for?" Rutang asked.
Yu Yaoyang compared five fingers.
"Fifty cents?" Rutang asked hopefully.
"I'll sell you an elastic cord for five cents! Five cents! The salesperson said it's wool, and it contains wool!"
Five dollars! Rutang's eyes went dark again, as if he saw a conch in a large iron washtub flying away with wings.
Due to the limitations of production technology and output, clothes are indeed very expensive these days. This bow tie is made of woolen fabric, which is considered to be the highest-grade fabric. For five yuan, you can't say that it is a steal.
But the problem is that no matter how good the material is, tied with an elastic cord, it will not look high-end. It will look like a bow tie around the neck of a dog in later generations.
It’s still a bright red one, so I can barely use it when I’m getting married, but I don’t have a chance to use it on weekdays.
"Can I return it?" she asked. She would rather add some money to buy a piece of cloth and make one for him with her own hands than buying such a big festive bow tie.
"Why retreat? When we have a son in the future, I will pass this on to him!" Yu Yaoyang has even made plans for the future.
"Well, what if I can't give birth to a son?"
"Then leave it to my son-in-law!"
"..." Rutang suddenly felt sorry for her future son and son-in-law.
After delaying for a while in the shopping mall, I went to Uncle Wang's house to pick up the stove. It was already past 11 o'clock when we arrived at the train station.
Yu Yaoyang set up the stall, carried a kettle into the station, and asked the staff member whom he bribed with his "virtue" yesterday for hot water to make tea.
Sister Zhang was so happy when she saw her coming. The pot of fried sea snails last night deepened the friendship between the two of them. Sister Zhang even helped Rutang set up the stall together.
"Did you hear that Sister Ying was arrested?" Sister Zhang was beaming.
"When did it happen?" Rutang pretended not to know.
"After you two had diarrhea and closed the stall, a lot of police came and searched the outside of the station carefully. They wanted to catch Sister Ying's accomplices, and they even posted a reward."
Sister Zhang gestured to the telephone pole in front of her, and Rutang ran over to take a look. After Sister Ying was arrested, she revealed that there was an accomplice on the loose, and offered a reward of 50 yuan.
"Now that's good, the security of our station will be better for a while. We should let them do bad things! God will take them away!" Sister Zhang said through gritted teeth, very relieved, contrary to yesterday's timidity and fear of causing trouble.
Rutang looked at her with a smile.
Most ordinary people are like Sister Zhang. It's not that they don't have a sense of justice, but they are afraid of being retaliated by evil people and don't dare to expose it.
The ladies who had gathered to watch the secret cooking skills yesterday came again and formed a circle early. Rutang did not chase anyone away and started frying her small seafood.
Today there is another item of fried clams, which costs 20 cents a plate. It looks like a lot, but in fact the clams are cooked and the shells are opened to fill up the price. Several ladies were in the front row to taste it and gave it high praise.
Sister Zhang rolled her eyes at the side and almost rolled her eyes to the sky. The old lady just likes to take advantage!
However, when Rutang handed her a little to taste, Sister Zhang still took it with a smile on her face.
The seasonings are the same, but the stir-fried taste is different. To say it tastes better, the stir-fried clams are more delicious. They are also convenient to eat, one bite at a time, and the price is the same.
The sales of clams are not as good as that of fried sea screws, which surprised Rutang. After thinking about it carefully, it is easy to understand.
There were a lot of clams, but I ate them too quickly. I sat there on a plate and finished them in a short time.
The conch clams are cooked slowly, one cup can take half a day to chew, and the fried clams are served on a plate, which will give everyone the illusion that "this is a dish". They sell it as a dish, and Rutang does not have an advantage.
Food near the train station is generally a bit more expensive than in the city, but even so, a plate of vegetables at a small restaurant on the roadside only costs RMB 80 and is enough.
In this comparison, Rutang's clams really have no advantage.
Seeing that more than ten kilograms of small conch clams were sold out, and there were still a lot of clams left, Yu Yaoyang was going to close the stall and go back to the village. If he couldn't sell it, he would keep it for himself. If there were too many people to eat, wouldn't there be chickens and ducks left?
Rutang was unwilling to give in. She collected the clams, which meant that she was absolutely sure that she could sell them. It shouldn't be left with such a delicious thing.
The flow of people at the train station at noon has been reduced by now, so there is no point in continuing to waste time here.
"Brother Yaoyang, let's go into the city."
"...Are you kidding me? You want to sell fried clams to the locals?" How is this possible!
"Would you like to make a bet with me? If I win, return the bow tie and I will arrange the wedding clothes for you."
"Brother, I'm sure of winning, why do I need to gamble?" Yu Yaoyang wanted to say something, but when he thought about how he lost to her yesterday, he coughed twice.
"I am a good young man now. Can a good young man gamble? My father-in-law is still receiving re-education from the party because of gambling."
"If you win, I'll give you the same treatment I gave you before I entered the house last night."
Just, chirp or something.
"It's a bet!" Yu Yaoyang heard an impassioned voice reply.
Hey, is this him talking?! Why does his mouth always have its own thoughts?