The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

"Mom! Stop talking," Lin Yueya pursed her lips and gestured to Ding Cuilan unhappily.

Ding Cuilan was a little annoyed when she saw her daughter defending Xia Meng.

"You damn girl, you've only known that woman for how long, and now you start defending her?"

Then he put on a sullen face and said in a cold tone, "I made a fucking agreement with Tian Chong's mother to get you engaged next month."

"They give me a watch, a bicycle, a sewing machine, a radio, and 500 yuan in addition."

Three twists and one click came together, and this sincerity is not lacking.

Ding Cuilan was still nagging, "My parents don't want any of the 500 yuan given by the Tian family. Your father said that he will collect another yuan for you. This thousand yuan will be used as the bottom line for you. You don't even want to come to the Tian family." I dare to despise you."

Lin Yueya looked shocked and gestured desperately. She looked like she was about to collapse. Tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"Mom, how can you do this? I won't marry!"

"Silly girl..." Ding Cuilan said earnestly, "Your parents are doing this for your own good, why don't you kid understand?"

"We are your parents, how can we harm you?"

Lin Yueya wiped her tears in grievance and went back to her room crying.

Ding Cuilan also feels sorry for her daughter, but she really thinks Tian Chong is a good candidate. As for what her daughter once told her, Tian Chong behaves intimately with a man, what does this mean?

Who doesn’t have a few friends yet?

Isn't it normal for men to hook up with each other? What's there to worry about?

In the evening, Xia Meng returned home after get off work and found some pieces of pure white silk satin from the space.

In addition, Xia Meng also took out pen and paper and drew some Hanfu styles she liked in the notebook.

There are double-breasted skirts, long-breasted gowns with vertical collars, horse-faced skirts, etc.

Finally, there is the improved version of cheongsam from later generations that Xia Meng likes.

By the time Sun Mei asked Xia Meng to eat, Xia Meng had already spent more than twenty bills.

Xia Meng's painting skills are average, but drawing design drawings does not require exquisite skills. As long as you can see clearly, you can draw clearly.

Sun Mei walked into the room and accidentally glanced at the drawings Xia Meng put on the table, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Sister, did you draw this? It's so beautiful!"

Sun Mei held up a horse-faced skirt with complicated patterns and marveled over and over again.

"Sister, you are so beautiful. If you put on such a beautiful dress, you will be more beautiful than the fairies in the sky."

Xia Mengxiao said in a casual tone, "Sister, if you like it, I'll make one for you too."

"No, no," Sun Mei waved her hands repeatedly, smiling bitterly and touching her still rough face.

"With my looks, how can I wear such a beautiful dress?"

Xia Meng shook her head in disapproval, "No one stipulates whether it is worthy or not. Who can and cannot wear these clothes, as long as you like it."

Sun Mei was happy and looked at Xia Meng happily, smiling happily and contentedly.

She really likes Xia Meng, because here in Xia Meng, she can feel that she is a human being and a person who is respected by others.

The next day, Xia Meng took the design draft and fabric and left home early.

After arriving at the family courtyard, Xia Meng went directly to the fourth floor and arrived at the door of Lin Yueya's house.

The Lin family had already gotten up, and Ding Cuilan was cooking on the briquette stove at the door of the house. Suddenly she saw Xia Meng, and she instantly became nervous, staring at Xia Meng with hidden eyes.

Xia Meng ignored Ding Cuilan, who was hostile to her, and said, "I'm looking for Lin Yueya."

Ding Cuilan was about to say: Yue Ya is not at home.

Lin Yueya walked out of the house with a washbasin. There were also toothbrush cups, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and face towels in the washbasin.

When Lin Yueya saw Xia Meng, a sincere smile subconsciously appeared on her face.

Xia Meng smiled and raised his finger at Lin Yueya.

Lin Yueya nodded and left with Xia Meng without washing her face or brushing her teeth.

Seeing this, Ding Cuilan wanted to scratch Xia Meng's face, but she didn't dare, so she had to hold Lin Yueya.

"Good boy, it's time to eat later, so we won't go."

After gesticulating, he was afraid that Xia Meng would misunderstand, so he tried his best to smile at Xia Meng and tried his best to explain,

"Chief Xia, I'm so sorry. Our family has to eat."

Xia Meng looked at Lin Yueya, took out a pen and paper, and wrote in the notebook, "You should eat first." '

Lin Yueya shook off Ding Cuilan's hand, looked at Xia Meng with an extremely serious expression, and shook her head firmly.

"Okay then," Xia Meng ignored Ding Cuilan's increasingly ugly expression and turned around to leave with Lin Yueya.

Afraid that Xia Meng would be unhappy, Ding Cuilan did not dare to stop her. She only glared at her daughter secretly, and in the end she could only watch the two people leaving helplessly.

Xia Meng took out the key, opened the door to her room, and invited Lin Yueya in.

Then Xia Meng handed the fabric, silk satin, and design draft to Lin Yueya, and finally asked, "Can you do it?"

Lin Yueya was surprised and touched a piece of white silk satin with pearl luster in front of her. Her eyes were full of admiration and love. She also carefully touched a piece of lake green, one indigo, one pink, and one placed next to her. A piece of red silk satin;

Xia Meng could tell that Lin Yueya liked these silk satins very much. The admiration in his eyes was so joyful that he couldn't deceive anyone.

But the love in Lin Yueya's eyes is not possession or desire, but a more pure love, the kind of surprise that can fully demonstrate one's talents.

Xia Meng took out a cheongsam design drawing, pointed to the beautiful pictures of wealthy peonies on it, and asked Lin Yueya, "Can I do it?"

Lin Yueya nodded, "I can do it."

Xia Meng nodded, and then wrote, "One piece of clothing costs 200 yuan."

Xia Meng's complicated tricks didn't scare Lin Yueya, but the 200 yuan scared Lin Yueya.

Lin Yueya was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly, and then wrote in her notebook,

'It's too much, it's just too much. '

The cheongsam is lifelike, with complex and magnificent peonies clustered in clusters, gorgeous and colorful, with national beauty and heavenly fragrance, entwined around the cheongsam, as warm as fire and as bright as stars.

With so many patterns, if it were customized Su embroidery cheongsam from later generations, it would cost at least tens of thousands.

Two hundred yuan is actually quite cheap.

Although two hundred yuan was a lot in this era, Xia Meng felt it was worth it.

So Xia Meng held Lin Yueya's hand and said with a warm smile, "I think it's worth it!"

"Ok, deal!"

Xia Meng didn't care how long it took Lin Yueya to embroider a piece of clothing, anyway, the price of embroidering a piece of clothing was 200 yuan.

Lin Yueya returned home with the design drawings and silk satin.

When Ding Cuilan saw Lin Yueya coming home, she immediately pulled Lin Yueya back into the room. With a bad look on her face, she was about to scold her, but unexpectedly she saw the silk satin in Lin Yueya's hand and almost jumped up in shock.

"You...you got so many good materials from Na?"

Ding Cuilan also learned embroidery from her mother-in-law. Although she was older when she learned it and the time for learning was short, Ding Cuilan has a good talent and she has learned a lot from her mother-in-law.

Real silk and satin are rare. Lin Yueya took home so much at once. Where did she get it?