What kind of person is the most difficult to deal with?

The first thing that popped into Dong Fangfei's mind was those ruffians.

She couldn't help but frown Liu Ye's eyebrows and looked at Ye Qianqian in confusion.

"It's a child." Ye Qianqian smiled slyly: "Women and children do not separate families, and children are irrational."

"If your store can't attract women, then use something to attract children's eyeballs so that women have to come in."

Dong Fangfei can understand this, but is there anything that a child would want?

delicious?Fun?

They are sold everywhere on the street, nothing new?

Ye Qianqian took out a piece of wicker charcoal that she brought with her and said, "Sister Dong, borrow a piece of paper."

Dong Fangfei entered the back room and took out some pieces of thick yellow paper used for tailoring.

Ye Qianqian began to sketch.

Soon, a Squirtle appeared on the page, and his innocent appearance was very endearing.

"This... what kind of turtle is this? It's so cute."

Ye Qianqian took another piece of paper and drew a mermaid.

"Mermaid?"

"Sister Dong, if I ask you to make this out of fabric, can you do it?"

"Is it embroidered on the clothes?" Dong Fangfei looked at it and saw that this was no problem.

Ye Qianqian waved her hand and drew a shadow on the paper, making the whole Squirtle seem to come alive and stand before her eyes.

"It's not embroidery, it's made entirely. It can stand like a human being, and it's stuffed with cotton inside."

"This thing is called a puppet. You can play with it and sleep with it."

Dong Fangfei opened her eyes wide, and a naive little turtle appeared in front of her eyes.

She got it!

"If it can be made, everyone's attention will be attracted, not just children! This thing is so fun!" Dong Fangfei's face turned red with excitement.

"But this, but this, we have never done this..."

"Don't worry, you can do a small experiment with rags. Once you feel it clearly, you can cut a large amount and sew them together. Let me draw you some simple ones first. You will definitely be able to make this."

Ye Qianqian drew another carrot, with big cartoon eyes, a mouth, two small hands, and two leaves like rabbit ears.

Banana, big fat pear, eggplant.

Dong Fangfei was amazed.

"How did my sister come up with this?"

The style of painting is also so novel.

She is also good at painting, but she cannot draw this kind of charm, let alone think of such a wonderful thing.

"Beautify all things, give soul, born in the brain and produced in the hands." Ye Qianqian stopped writing.

"Sister Dong, this is just the first step. If you can do it, you will be half successful. The remaining half is on your clothes. Your clothes are good but have no characteristics. I can provide you with some ideas. "

The clothing style of this era is a bit like the deep clothes with curved trains and deep garments of the Han Dynasty.

It is simple and elegant, more dignified than energetic, and the sleeves are too wide, which is not very convenient.

Ye Qianqian took the paper again, and this time drew a little girl wearing a Lolita dress.

"So beautiful!" Dong Fangfei exclaimed: "Like a flower."

"This kind of skirt is very cumbersome to make. You can simplify it and make a human-sized puppet, put this outfit on her and display it in the store."

"It can be made into an adult version or a children's version. It's the same style for mothers and daughters, and it's the same style for sisters."

Dong Fangfei's face was already flushed with excitement.

She was in the garment business, so she couldn't hear the huge business opportunities.

"Sister! You, what do you want?"

In just a few words, Dong Fangfei already knew that Ye Qianqian was no ordinary person.

She could already imagine how shocking it would be to make these things.

It may even become popular throughout Anyang soon.

Ye Qianqian was not surprised by her excitement.

She comes from a brothel, and girls from brothels have always been at the forefront of fashion. In the field of dressing up, their knowledge and aesthetics are not bad.

Ye Qianqian admires girls who value loyalty, and also likes girls who are visionary and courageous.

So far, Dong Fangfei gives people a good impression.

It depends on whether she has this ambition.

"Sister Dong, let's talk about it after you've done this. I have something to do today, so I'll come back to you in two days."

Ye Qianqian picked up the bamboo basket and waved goodbye simply.

The slender figure walked leisurely and leisurely, gradually disappearing around the corner.

Dong Fangfei waited until no one could be seen, then she packed up the drawing paper with excitement, closed the shop door from inside, and ran to the backyard.

"Master, Master!"

Under the eaves, a young man with red lips and white teeth sat on a wooden wheelchair. He was sewing the clothes in his hands seriously, as quiet as a painting.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and saw that the enthusiastic figure had already rushed towards him.

So fast that he only had time to throw aside the needle and thread in his hand.

"Danger, don't be so impatient." The gentle voice was filled with helplessness.

"I missed you!" The charming voice was full of twists and turns.

"Did you just sell the clothes, are you so happy?"

"Ms. sir, I just met a girl. Look..."

......

Ye Qianqian spent a lot of time in Fangfei Pavilion. On the way, she hurriedly bought a few candied haws and some red dates and wolfberries. When she saw an aunt selling chickens on the roadside, she bought ten.

Then he hurried to the place where the cattle cart was parked.

"Brother Buque, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

"It's okay. Don't let anything happen. Just okay."

Tian Buque was really anxious. He was waiting more than ten meters away from the bullock cart with his neck stretched out.

Ye Qianqian took out a candied haws and stuffed it into him to express her gratitude.

On the way back, Tian Buque happily licked the candied haws and kept talking.

As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the village, we saw a small figure waiting under the big locust tree.

"Sister-in-law—"

Ye Qianqian finally realized what it felt like to be waited for, so she jumped off the carriage and ran over.

He picked up Sister Qiao and spun her around.

"What a coincidence, sister, how long have you been waiting?"

Sister Qiao blushed in embarrassment, "I didn't wait long. Sister-in-law, please let me down. I'm eight years old."

"Eight years old is still a child!"

Ye Qianqian said, but put her down, handed her the candied haws in his hand, then turned around and squatted down.

"Sister Qiao, look what I bought?"

"Huh? It's a chicken! I want to raise it, I want to raise it!"

"Go back and build a chicken coop for you, and you can raise these ten chickens!"

"Great!"

The aunt and sister-in-law walked home in a lively manner.

The children on the roadside were greedy for the candied haws held by Sister Qiao.

Sanniu cried and asked her father to buy it.

Now Sister Qiao's clothes are better than her, she eats better than her, and she looks better than her. How come she's better than her in everything?

The elderly Aunt Li sighed: "It's good for my mother's family to have money. I just paid back the 50 taels of silver. Qian'er heard that his father brought a cart of good things over. This life is really incomparable!"

Du Xiaolan stood next to her with a basket of grass on her back, looking at the two intimate figures, a little confused.

How could Sister Qiao, who is so timid, be so close to her?

Just because she has money, can she buy food and clothing?

Wang Kui ran over huffing and puffing from a distance.

"Xiaolan, can I help you carry it?"

"No need." Du Xiaolan hurriedly avoided it and walked forward a few steps faster.

Wang Kui's swarthy face was full of disappointment.

Du Xiaolan followed Ye Qianqian and Sister Qiao by mistake.

Then, she saw another scene that broke her heart.

Su Moyang stood at the door of his house, as if waiting for Ye Qianqian.

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