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

When the time agreed with Zhao Miao arrived, Song Fuyu took an old-fashioned suitcase borrowed from Tong Youyou early in the morning, packed with two skirts and a suit, and took a bullock cart to the town.

"Song Zhiqing, what do you have in this box?"

An aunt sitting opposite Song Fuyu asked curiously as she watched her carrying her suitcase.

"I met a lesbian in the town, and she asked me to alter a skirt made of particularly good material for her. It was already altered, but I was afraid that it might get scratched by accident, so I found a suitcase and took it with me."

"That's it. I thought you were sending something to your family again."

This aunt had met her several times while riding in the bullock cart, so she also knew that she occasionally went to the post office to send things to her family.

"I sent some dry goods to my family before, which should be enough to last for a while."

"You are such a filial girl."

"Song Zhiqing, do you have a partner? Do you want my aunt to introduce you to one?"

"Thank you, auntie, I already have a partner."

"Oh? Who is it? Is he also an educated youth?"

"No, he is the elder brother of Jin Educated Youth."

She doesn't like to take the initiative to share various things with others, but if the other party asks, she will tell the truth and won't pretend to be coy.

"Yeah, I've met that comrade before. He's really good. He seems to be a soldier, right? Song Zhiqing, you are lucky~"

Song Fuyu slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

In this era, many families are proud to have children who join the army. In their eyes, marrying a soldier is considered a very good marriage. After all, they have a monthly allowance, as well as tickets and clothes.

After drying, you will have more hair, which can greatly improve the living conditions of the family.

When they arrived at the entrance of the town, Song Fuyu originally planned to carry his suitcase to the textile factory's family home.

As a result, after walking a few steps, she saw Zhao Miao waving warmly to her.

"Fuyu, I'm here."

"I thought it would be too troublesome for you to carry three sets of clothes, so I asked the driver to take me over to pick you up."

"You still have the foresight."

"I'm also worried that carrying such a big thing will turn heads very high."

When the driver saw that she was holding a suitcase, he immediately got out of the car, picked it up, and helped put it into the car.

"Thank you~"

"Come on, get in the car, I can't wait to try on the dress."

"Have you been controlling your weight for more than a month? Otherwise, don't blame me if you can't fit it in."

"Don't worry. Since you told me about the measurement day, I have been controlling myself to eat less every day. Now my appetite has become much smaller. I can definitely wear it."

After getting out of the car, Zhao Miao eagerly pulled her towards the house.

"Miaomiao, at least let Song Zhiqing take a rest first, and her skirt won't run away."

"Mom, are you really curious?"

"Mrs. Zhao, it's okay. I'm not tired."

Song Fuyu knelt down and opened the suitcase under the gaze of mother and daughter.

She took out the suit first.

"Wow, this suit looks much better than the ones bought in overseas Chinese stores."

"I did not follow the traditional single-breasted style, but chose double-breasted. When worn this way, it not only looks formal, but also adds a sense of relaxation."

"I think your idea is really good. Anyway, I like it very much."

"Are you in a hurry to leave today? My partner will be here around nine o'clock."

"No rush, I can wait until he finishes trying and then go back."

"Miaomiao, please try on your skirt first."

"Okay, I can't wait."

Song Fuyu followed her into the room and helped her deal with the details.

"Hey... wait, don't wear it hard... there's a zipper on the side."

When she saw Zhao Miao taking the clothes and putting them on her body, she was so frightened that her heart tightened. Such a barbaric way of wearing it, the skirt will split after a while.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was the same as the skirt I bought before, so I can just put it on over my head."

"No, I put zippers on the sides to make it easier to put on."

She helped Zhao Miao put on the French pleated dress, adjusted the cream lace on the collar, and fastened the cross belt at the waist.

"When wearing this skirt, you can half-tie your hair and put some hair on both sides to make it appear gentler."

Zhao Miao tied her hair according to the method taught by Song Fuyu.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

"It's very beautiful. Go out and let your mother take a look."

Zhao Miao happily held up her skirt and left the room. When she saw the young man in the living room, her expression was obviously startled, and then she felt a little shy.

"Zhou Yuan, why are you here?"

"Miaomiao, you look really good in this outfit."

Zhou Yuan's eyes almost went straight as he looked at his fiancée's charming appearance.

Although I have seen her many times, she is particularly beautiful today, and she also reveals an intellectual feeling.

"Cough cough~~"

"Well, it's really pretty."

Yan Xiuli broke the gaze between the unmarried couple in time. After all, Song Zhiqing was still in the room. People saw her nakedly looking at each other before they were married. As a biological mother, she felt a little embarrassed.

When she reminded them like this, Zhao Miao and Zhou Yuan's faces turned red.

"Miaomiao, your partner is here just in time, let's try on the suit."

"Yes, Zhou Yuan, the suit Fuyu made for you is very beautiful. It is ten thousand times better than the one you bought at the overseas Chinese store."

Song Fuyu held back her smile. This girl was really her crush. She never stopped praising her from the moment she walked in.

The second skirt, because it is a spliced ​​style and has a diagonal buttoning on the upper body, will be more troublesome to put on than the first one.

"Miaomiao, I suggest you wear this dress on your wedding day so that you can wear the last one when you go home."

Whether it is from her selfishness or sincerity, this skirt is her first choice in suggestions.

"Okay, listen to you."

Zhao Miao now obeys Song Fuyu's opinions.

She would not think that what she did was right just because she was the daughter of a textile factory director, but would actually give her some reasonable suggestions.

After helping her put on her skirt, Song Fuyu braided a fishbone braid for her and placed it on the left side.

"I really admire you. Your hands feel really magical. Just a few touches can make people look better."

"Haha, it's not difficult. As long as you study hard, you can learn it."

"But what if my mother says I'm clumsy?"

"Forehead..."

There's really nothing she can do about it.

Just think of it as nonsense.