Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

"Song Zhiqing, you went to town and didn't buy anything?"

An aunt asked curiously as she saw both of them returning empty-handed.

"I was originally going to buy some fabric to make two summer short-sleeves, but I couldn't find the right one."

"So it is."

"Auntie's house also has a few feet of plain floral fabric. It will look good on a girl your age. You can go to my house and see if you like it. I will change it for you if it suits you."

"Auntie, you're too kind. I'm not in a hurry. If you don't have any, I'll just do it. You can wear old ones too."

She was just making an excuse, but she didn't expect that her aunt would actually take it seriously.

What a good person~

In the next few days, Song Fuyu went to work during the day and came back to sketch the skirt in the room at night.

This is the first order she has received, and it is also the beginning of more orders that can bring her, so she must take it seriously.

After scribbling and correcting, the sketch alone took more than a dozen sheets of paper.

At the appointed time, she took a bullock cart to the town early in the morning and went to the family courtyard of the textile factory to find Zhao Miao.

"Ouch, Song Zhiqing, I forgot to leave your address last time, so I couldn't find you even if I wanted to."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

You can't just come here to tell her that you don't want to do it anymore, right?

The 100 yuan deposit is non-refundable.

"Do you know how to make men's clothing? Can you customize a suit for my partner?"

"I went to see the suit he bought the day before yesterday. I spent almost 300 yuan on it at an overseas Chinese store. It turned out that it looked like my dad was the same age as me, like a veteran cadre. It was too old-fashioned."

"We can do it, but men's suits are much more expensive than skirts."

"The fabrics of the jacket and trousers alone should be dozens of dollars larger, and they are only sold in department stores in the city."

"It doesn't matter, their family is not short of money. Even if you ask for four or five hundred, as long as the clothes are well-made, he will pay for it."

Girl, is it really okay for you to cheat your husband’s family like this?

But Song Fuyu didn't think there was anything surprising.

The original owner's biological mother directly left her an inheritance of 70 yuan. For a very wealthy family, a few hundred yuan is like water.

"But how do you measure his size?"

"I had foresight."

"I thought maybe you could do it, so when I left, I took his measurements and the deposit. Just do it, I think your craftsmanship is much better than those sold in overseas Chinese stores."

"As long as you have the size, I will customize couple's clothes for you, so that people will know that you are a couple at a glance."

"Haha, that would be great."

"I have already drawn the sketches of your two skirts. You can see if there is anything you need to modify first. If not, I will make the clothes according to the drawings."

Song Fuyu handed over the sketch she drew from her bag.

"You are really amazing. I think this dress is even more beautiful than what you wore that day."

"You are the bride, so you must be different from what we wore that day."

"Just do it as shown in your picture. I'm very satisfied."

"I told a few of my friends yesterday that I had found a powerful person to make clothes for me, but they still didn't believe it. When I get married, I have to blind them."

"Do I still need to draw a sketch of your partner's clothes to show you?"

"No, just prepare it and bring it over."

"Okay, in about a month and a half, I'll come over and deliver clothes."

After receiving another 100 yuan deposit, Song Fuyu left the textile factory's family home happily.

I didn’t buy any fabric last time, so I’ll check it out again today.

I looked at all the fabrics in the supply and marketing cooperative carefully. Finally, I chose a burgundy old forge and a light blue cotton, and headed home.

"Song Zhiqing, I have your letter!"

Yang Yong heard that she had gone to town and thought he would have to send her off again tomorrow. Fortunately, he met her at the entrance of the village.

"Thank you, Comrade Yang."

"You're welcome. The letter has been delivered. It's time for me to go to the next village."

"Okay, bye."

The letter was sent by my godfather, and it was obviously much thicker than the previous one.

Hey, it seems that the godfather saw her last letter, which said that she and Yan Ziyuan were in a relationship.

Quickening his pace home, putting down his things, Song Fuyu sat on the stool and began to open the letter.

This time, the godfather didn't even write a word of concern. He went straight to the point and told her not to rush into marriage, but to find time to return to Heng City and wait until he saw her.

Through the letter, she could feel her godfather's anger, because the ink penetrated the second piece of paper, which showed that he used great force when writing this letter.

Indeed, when Chen Guoxing read the letter, he was indeed a little angry. He just felt that Fuyu was too young.

After seeing that Fuyu wrote in the letter that the other party was a soldier, he became more worried.

Although Fuyu and Song Hao severed their father-daughter relationship, they also moved their household registration. But the blood relationship between her and Song Hao could not be changed. He was worried that Fuyu would get together with the other person and become emotionally involved, but would not be able to pass the political review when they finally got married.

The man may be able to adjust quickly and the breakup will not have much impact on him. But Fuyu is a girl and will always be the one hurt the most.

Song Fuyu had never thought about what her godfather was thinking. She was working overtime to make clothes.

Originally I only had to make two skirts, so I had plenty of time. As a result, she added a men's suit, and she took a day to go to the city to buy fabrics, so she had to hurry up.

She embroidered the new Chinese-style skirt in her room during the day, and went into the space to sew the pleats of the skirt and pattern the suit at night. She was very busy.

"Youyou, I am relying on you to feed me during this period."

"Yeah, hurry up and work, I'll cook."

"By the way, what's going on between you and Jin Educated Youth recently? Why do I feel that you two are a little close now? You come back together after work, and you occasionally send him food. Don't tell me that you just My dear friend, I don’t believe it.”

"Believe it or not, we are good friends."

After saying that, Tong Youyou returned to the kitchen with the unfinished cabbage.

She actually thinks these two people are quite suitable.

They are all careless and careless people. If they could be together, Jin Kai's mother would probably be able to talk about him less.

I just don't know what Tong Youyou's family will think. After all, her father and brother dote on her very much.

Forget it, let them develop freely, she still has to make clothes quickly.

After spending more than a month at night, Song Fuyu finally finished two skirts and a suit.

She took out her camera in the space and took photos of them all as souvenirs.

After she went to give it to Zhao Miao, the clothes no longer belonged to her at all.

Put away the camera and hang up the clothes.

"Sister Fuyu, have you finished it? It looks good~"

"When you get married, I will give you a set for free as a wedding gift."

"Stop teasing me, I don't even have a partner yet."

Tong Youyou's face turned red and she patted her gently. Sister Fuyu is too unruly and always likes to make fun of her.

"Then what do you like? Or like your father and brother?"

"Um...it doesn't have to be exactly the same. It can be more lively."

"Okay, I get it now..."