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

Without taking much rest in the guest house, the two put down their luggage and went to the department store.

"Should we go directly to buy a camera or shop at other counters?"

"Just go buy a camera. Don't you have something to go out later?"

"Daughter-in-law, are you the roundworm in my belly?"

He never said from the beginning to the end that he had something to do later, but she said it with such certainty. My wife is so smart that she can’t hide anything.

"Eh~~ My scalp is numb. I don't want to be a roundworm, it's so disgusting~"

She shuddered when she thought of something like threads, threads gathered together.

Arriving at the camera counter on the third floor, Song Fuyu carefully looked at the completely unfamiliar camera brands inside.

They were all old domestic brands, and she had never heard of any of them.

Those more famous brands in later generations can only be bought at overseas Chinese stores, but she didn't have overseas remittance coupons, so she couldn't buy them even if she wanted to.

"Comrade, do you want to buy a camera? Do you want to introduce it to you?"

"Okay, then please introduce me."

The salesperson at the counter patiently explained to her the features of several brands of cameras.

Song Fuyu concluded one point after listening, that is, the functions and characteristics of the cameras are similar, and they are just different in appearance and price.

"Which one do you think looks better?"

She asked Yan Ziyuan next to her.

"Comrade, could you please take these two items out and show them to me?"

He ordered two similar-looking cameras and said to the salesperson inside.

For no other reason than for these two cameras, Xiao Yu’s eyes stayed the longest, and he obviously liked this model more.

"Okay, but please be careful not to fall."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

He took the two cameras and weighed them each in his hands.

"Buy this one. This one is lighter and easier to carry around."

"Okay, you are the head of the family, I will listen to you."

Yan Ziyuan was very satisfied with this title. Although he knew it was a joke, it sounded very comfortable.

In the end, I spent 800 yuan and ten industrial tickets to buy the first domestically produced Seagull SLR camera.

I spent another 50 yuan and bought five rolls of camera film.

Sigh...it's really ridiculously expensive.

If she hadn't needed to take photos of clothing samples, she would have been a little reluctant.

The reason why I bought it today actually has another purpose. It will come in handy when I go to Zhao's house tomorrow.

After buying the camera, Yan Ziyuan sent Song Fuyu back to the guest house.

"Daughter-in-law, you take a rest first. I'll go out and bring you dinner later."

"Okay, go ahead. She usually works the morning shift and gets off work at six o'clock."

This was her own speculation, because Tan Lixia also had a three-year-old daughter. When I saw them at Zhao's house that day, I found that her daughter was very clingy to her, and she must have taken her to sleep with her at night.

Zhao Da is the deputy director of the clothing factory, and Fang Mei is the production director. It is still easy to arrange suitable working hours for his daughter-in-law.

After Yan Ziyuan went out, he directly got on the bus to the clothing factory.

It took 10, 45, [-] minutes, and finally arrived near the Qin City Garment Factory at [-]:[-] pm.

He was not going to stand at the door of the clothing factory and wait for someone to come out. After all, with his height and appearance, it was difficult for people to ignore his presence.

He stopped an old man who was coming down from the car with him.

"Hello, uncle, how can I get to the clothing factory's courtyard? Is it far from here?"

The other party looked at him for a moment, and then said: "The family home is 600 meters to the east, and the clothing factory is 500 meters to the west."

"It means this bus stop is in the middle and will pass by here, right?"

"Yes, they will all pass by here."

"But young man, I don't have a ride today. This was the last ride just now. I have to get off work."

"Okay, thank you sir."

In this case, Yan Ziyuan stood directly at the station and looked quietly in the direction of the clothing factory.

He is very experienced in squatting.

His expression and gaze were not artificial at all, as if he was really waiting for the bus at the station, even though there was no bus anymore.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, people began to walk out from the direction of the clothing factory one after another.

At this time, his gaze began to become serious, so as not to miss the person he wanted to see.

Xiaoyu was not asked to accompany him.

She said that this lesbian named Qin Lixia looked very similar to her mother. If it really looked like that, he should be able to recognize it at a glance.

After waiting at the bus stop for about 20 minutes, Yan Ziyuan finally met Qin Lixia.

She was smiling and talking to the people next to her.

Her every frown and smile, even the way she walked, made Yan Ziyuan feel like he was seeing Yan's mother when she was young. Xiao Yu was right, she was indeed more like his mother than her second sister.

With her face alone, standing next to Yan's mother, no one would doubt that they were mother and daughter.

It's so similar, really so similar.

When Tan Lixia's back disappeared from sight, Yan Ziyuan left the bus station.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Yan Ziyuan returned to the guest house.

"What are you doing here? Why are you sweating so much? Take off your wet clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

She handed over a clean towel from her duffel bag.

"There is no bus, I came back from running."

"Are you hungry? I've packed two dishes. You eat first without waiting for me. I'll go to the bathhouse and take a bath."

"It's already like this, let's just finish eating and go~"

Yan Ziyuan rejected her proposal, took clean clothes and left the room.

After running for a few ten minutes, his body was filled with the smell of sweat. He knew that Xiaoyu didn't like smelling this smell, which would affect her mood when eating.

Song Fuyu was indeed a little hungry after waiting until now. Not planning to wait for him, he slowly started eating.