The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

"I'll go shopping tomorrow."

Xu Xiufang readily agreed and made up an excuse, "I have a friend who works in the fabric department of a department store. She can get fabric that doesn't require a fabric coupon, but the price is a little higher, about fifteen yuan a piece."

On the market, a piece of cloth usually costs around eleven or twelve yuan.

"really?"

Zhou Dani was overjoyed. Although fifteen yuan a piece was a bit expensive, it would still be profitable to sell it as clothes.

But after thinking about it, she couldn't help but worry: "Will there be any risks?"

"The risk is not great, but the quantity is limited. You can only buy a dozen at most each time, and there are only two opportunities a month."

Xu Xiufang told the truth.

In fact, she didn't have any friends working in a department store, and these fabrics were actually what she planned to take out from her own mysterious space.

The appearance of a small amount of fabric is not likely to attract attention, and if someone asks about it, it is also convenient to find an excuse to avoid it.

But once the quantity is too large, it will inevitably cause market fluctuations and bring unnecessary trouble.

"Ten horses at a time, twice a month, twenty horses in total, that should be enough."

Xie Chunyan analyzed, her tone calm, "We made more than 40 sets of clothes this time, and we only used six pieces of cloth."

This is because the scale is still relatively small at present. Xu Xiufang thought to herself that Xie Chunyan and Zhou Dani do not have any bigger ambitions yet.

In their view, the more than one thousand yuan in front of them is already a great achievement.

But Xu Xiufang's goal is obviously not limited to this. If she is determined to devote herself to this industry, she will not be satisfied with just setting up a small stall.

However, Xu Xiufang is not in a hurry.

She knew that everything needed to be done step by step, one step at a time.

"Row."

Xu Xiufang nodded slightly, approving the plan.

As night falls, the moon shines brightly.

Xu Xiufang pushed open the bedroom door and saw Xie Yi sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an English book in his hands, reading attentively.

Xu Xiufang glanced at it and recognized it as an original English book. She couldn't help but smile and patted his shoulder, which was an expression of approval for her husband's hard-working study.

Xie Yi sensed his wife's touch and held her wrist with his backhand, looking doting.

Xu Xiufang couldn't help laughing and said, "Wait a minute, I haven't done my skin care yet."

"No need to do it, my wife is most beautiful without makeup."

Without saying anything, Xie Yi pulled her into his arms, gently laid her on the bed, and kissed her passionately.

Xu Xiufang obeyed him reluctantly and sweetly.

After a period of intimacy and passion, two hours had passed quietly. Xu Xiufang lay lazily on the bed, without even the strength to turn over.

This time, Xie Yi seemed particularly considerate. He stood up and poured a glass of water, carefully cleaned her mouth, took out skin care products from the cabinet, and gently wiped them for her. Every move he made was full of delicacy and care.

Xu Xiufang snorted softly, with a hint of coquettishness: "Stinky man!"

"How can it smell bad? It smells really good."

Xie Yi came closer with a smile and hugged her tightly, "I used your favorite soap."

He knew very well that his wife liked cleanliness. Due to the special nature of his job, although he did not have to deal with waste or sort garbage directly, when he encountered electrical appliances that needed repair, the work fell on his shoulders.

In addition, he was in a scrap yard every day. No matter how busy he was, he always had the habit of taking a simple wash in the factory before going home, and then taking a thorough shower when he got home, just to give his wife a refreshing and clean hug.

For both baths, he specially selected soaps with a fresh lemon scent, and carefully washed every inch of skin from the tips of her hair to her toes, as if he was performing some kind of ritual, just to hug his beloved daughter-in-law in the cleanest and most refreshed state.

"Stay away from me," Xu Xiufang said, half in a blaming and half in a coquettish tone, blaming him for not listening to her advice just now, with a hint of helplessness and tenderness between her brows, "Let's talk properly first."

Xie Yi snorted indifferently. Although his body lay down a little, his restless hands quietly climbed up his wife's slender waist and kneaded it gently, as if expressing silent apology and attachment.

After a while, he raised a flattering smile and asked cautiously, "Wife, are you feeling better? Are you still angry?"

Xu Xiufang glanced at him sideways, with a look that contained both reproach and doting.

Xie Yi misread her expression, thinking it was a consent, so he hugged her tighter in his arms, his heart filled with joy that almost overflowed.

Xu Xiufang was speechless and sighed inwardly.

This man, if he doesn't hold her in his arms, he probably won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Xie Yi sensed the tacit consent of the person in his arms, and tightened his embrace with satisfaction. He then spoke, his voice full of uncontrollable excitement: "Wife, I have good news for you. Brother Jiang just sent a telegram saying that the car can be sold to us."

Xu Xiufang's eyes widened instantly when she heard this, full of disbelief: "How much?"

"Twenty thousand," Xie Yi said with a little excitement, "Brother Jiang said the car is in good condition and well maintained, about 70% new. If I'm sure I want it, he'll just have someone drive it over."

Xu Xiufang listened and took out three stacks of banknotes from the space without hesitation, a total of 30,000 yuan, and quickly stuffed them into the cabinet. Her eyes were firm and she said, "Take it whenever you want to use it. If it's not enough, we can find another way."

"it is good."

Xie Yi's voice was low and satisfied, and he once again pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Xu Xiufang struggled slightly and protested half-jokingly: "Why do you want to hug me again?"

Xie Yi laughed muffledly, lowered his head and covered her lips, blocking her protest with his actions.

The next day, when the sun first rose, Xie Yi, carrying a heavy load of money, set out on the journey to send money to Jiang Chengping.

Xu Xiufang was worried and insisted on going with them.

After the remittance was completed, the two of them tacitly found a hidden corner, took out ten pieces of cloth of different textures and colors from the space they carried with them, and quietly transported them back home.

When Xie's mother saw the two men returning with heavy cloth in their hands, her face lit up with joy and she ran over to them to help carry the cloth.

Xu Xiufang looked at her mother-in-law busying around and couldn't help laughing: "It seems that there is really nothing in this world that money can't buy. If there is, it's only because your wallet is not full enough."

Her tone was relaxed but a little teasing, and Xie's mother was amused and couldn't stop laughing, her face filled with happiness.

Xie Yi was also amused by her humor. He stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek gently, his eyes full of doting: "I'll go to the scrap yard first, and I will come back early to accompany you in the evening."

"Go, be careful on the road."

Xu Xiufang waved at him and watched his back disappear out the door.

After Xie Yi left, Xu Xiufang slowly walked towards the west wing.

After some renovation, the originally empty west wing was divided into three rooms, one of which has become a busy studio.

There are two humming sewing machines in the room, and fabrics are piled up in the corner, with various colors interweaving into a colorful picture, while the finished clothes are neatly hung on the racks, quietly waiting for their owners.