Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Shan has always been a man with a good idea.

After receiving the letter from the old battalion commander, he didn't even notify his family, so he packed his clothes and prepared to take the train to Bei@京城.

Fortunately, the director of the retreat had so much thought and made a call to the Yang family.

The entire Yang family exploded immediately.

From Nanhu City to Beijing, thousands of kilometers back and forth, can Yang Shan's body stand it?

However, Comrade Yang Shan did not intend to discuss with his family. His compromise plan is that Lao Tzu allows you to send someone to follow.

In the end, everyone compromised, and the second daughter Yang Di asked for leave and took her son with her to serve.

Comrade Yang Feng helped find a soft sleeper ticket, and sent his father into the car rather uneasy.

Yang Shan himself is very happy. He hasn't traveled far in many years, but this time it was quite an old man talking about madness. He also made a suit specially and smoothed his hair, like an old gentleman in a movie. .

There were people coming and going in the carriage, and they all praised Yang Feng's temperament when they met, and made the old man happy, and couldn't sit still all day.

After insisting on two days, the slow train finally arrived at the Beijing Railway Station. Yang Di rejoiced and said, "Fortunately, my eldest brother got a soft sleeper. I'll call Yang Rui and let him not worry."

"Don't worry, what's the rush." ​​Yang Shan got off the train, paced two laps on the platform, quickly made a decision, and said: "Don't see Yang Rui first, let's go around the street first."

"Now? You're not tired." Yang Di looked at the crowded Beijing Railway Station with a slap of claws.

"I have slept on the train for two days. What do you want? When I was young, I marched for two days and two nights. I stood and dozed in the middle, and I didn't cry hard and tired. Now young people......" Yang Shan casually dismissed Yang Di with Reminiscence.

Comrade Yang Di, a "young man" who was over 40 years old, argued unreasonably and said: "Where do you want to go? Bei@京大着, let's call Yang Rui to go together."

"Who doesn't know Bei@京城大? When I first arrived in Beijing, you were wetting the bed." Yang Shan snorted disdainfully.

Grandson Xie Zhen couldn't help laughing.

Yang Di has no temper at all, so he can only glared at his son, and said, "Your grandpa is going shopping, buy a map quickly, and then ask how to get there."

Xie Zhen's face was immediately stunned, and he whispered: "I haven't been here either."

"So let you ask."

"I...what am I asking? Where shall we go?" Xie Zhen knew that it was useless to ask his mother, and turned to ask Yang Shan, "Grandpa, where are we going?"

Yang Shan straightened his collar, smiled, and said, "Find a place to make a suit. Let's take a taxi."

"Making a suit?" Yang Di couldn't keep up with the old man's thinking.

Yang Shan said without hesitation: "I want to make the same suit for Yang Rui."

Yang Di looked at Yang Shan's suit and couldn't laugh or cry: "If you make a suit, make a suit. Why do you want to do the same?"

Yang Shan straightened his chest, and said in a sympathetic way: "People who take the train are all people who travel north and south. They all say that my suit is good, so I thought about making Yang Rui one."

Yang Di looked at Yang Shan's waist-long suit and sighed: "Yang Rui doesn't necessarily like it. He has been in the capital for so long, maybe he has already bought a suit."

"If you buy it, buy another one." Yang Shan said forcefully: "I gave it to him, he dare not wear it?"

Yang Di said convincingly: "That's definitely not dare."

As the three talked, they got in a taxi and asked the driver to find a well-known tailor shop.

As soon as the taxi driver's eyes turned, he drew the three people into a small alley and said, "Don't you think this place is small, but foreigners have come here. It's our old north @京有名 master tailor. "

Three people were left behind, and the taxi drove away in a hurry.

Yang Shan and his party walked into the tailor shop in the alley with some hesitation.

The signature of the tailor shop seems to be old, and there is only a simple "Huangjia Tailor", which sounds a bit like a royal family, and has a rather tall feeling.

Next to the signboard, there were also red paper and a few large characters on the back of the paper. They were hung there with the words "Chinese tunic suit", "dress", "sweater" and "suit" written on it.

It was the master who was doing work on his stomach inside the door, giving people a sense of peace of mind. He stepped on the sewing machine quickly and moved his hand to the left and swayed right.

Yang Shan only felt that the other party's movements were neat, and immediately stepped forward to talk with excitement.

The old tailor smiled and nodded from time to time, looking very stylish.

The 1980s was the era when suits were popular, much more popular than thirty years later, and the timing of this popularity is very clear. Before 1983, Chinese people did not dare to wear suits, especially the cadres and workers in the system. They were unique in wearing suits. However, after the central leaders took the lead in wearing suits, this trend spread across the country overnight. , So that the tailor of Chinese tunic suit had to change to suit.

As far as Chinese popular culture is concerned, the importance of wearing a suit may be the first level. It is a sign of openness, so that Chinese leaders once dressed in tunic suits to meet foreign guests, and they were also puzzled by the outside world as to whether China's reopening was going to shrink. In response to this, five members of the Standing Committee wore suits. Collective appearance.

This collective appearance also completely detonated China's suit culture. Not only suits appear in occasions like young people getting married, but many people wear suits to show their formality when they go out, just like Father Yang Shan. There are even people who wear suits to play basketball and run.

Of course, the uniform purchase of suits by people across the country does not mean that tailoring of suits or the production capacity of branded suits will be greatly increased. Therefore, two types of suits have appeared on the market to fill the gap.

One is the so-called foreign suits, which are actually second-hand foreign suits or foreign garbage. After the entire ship is shipped into the country, it is washed and ironed or sold directly. The price is cheap and the quality is good. The people like it.

The other is the old tailor who has changed careers.

The shopkeeper and master of the "Huang Family Tailor" is an old tailor who has changed careers. However, the old is not the old and the new is not new, that is, the past two or three years. There are not a few tailors who can make suits in China. Those who changed careers in 1983 would be considered as veterans, and those who joined the industry in 1984 would be considered veterans if they could worship a master. As for the Huang family tailors, although they started this year, they are not. An veteran tailor who has been working for more than 30 years is quite reasonable with Yang Shan.

After a while, Yang Shan decided on the style and fabric to be made—the style was the same as his own, and the fabric should be used as best as possible.

Yang Di was stubborn but the old man, so he had to say in a roundabout way: "At the very least, find Yang Rui, tailor your clothes, how can you make the clothes without measuring it? Do you think it is, Master Huang."

Old tailor Huang chuckled and said, "Either way."

The old man thinks about it, but he said: "First hand in the money, Yang Rui has money, and let him pay the money at that time, it's not plausible."

Yang Di couldn't help but said: "How many feet of cloth does that count?"

"Approximate body weight?"

"Height? He is 20 cm taller than my son, and his arms and legs are slightly thicker." Yang Di pulled his son Xie Zhen over, slapped him first and said, "Let your kid not grow taller by eating alone."

Xie Zhen's grievance was useless, he was dragged by the old tailor and touched it carefully.

"Give it to 260. If you count it cheaper, it would have cost three hundred." The old tailor made an offer.

"This is twice the price of Nanhu." Yang Di was dissatisfied.

"The material is good." The old tailor smiled at Yang Shan.

Yang Shan is very satisfied: "You have to use good materials."

"This is the best material in our shop. You can't find a better one in all four or nine cities."

Yang Di didn't believe it, and said: "It's too expensive, otherwise, let's look elsewhere."

"So... I'll be 30 yuan cheaper, 230 is the lowest." The old tailor took Yang Di and said: "It's not easy for the old man to go out. You can bear him to accompany you around, and the fare is not cheap. Right."

Taxis are really not cheap, just over ten yuan if you just sit down.

Yang Di hesitated and said: "220 yuan, I will call my nephew to measure."

The old tailor made a painful decision. After a while, he patted his thigh and said, "Oh, you have said so, I will let you. 220, I did it at a loss."

Yang Shan was very satisfied with the other party's loss, and said immediately: "Call Yang Rui and let him measure his body."

An hour later, Yang Rui appeared in the alley with surprise and joy.

"Try on the clothes first." Yang Shan said involuntarily, and first handed Yang Rui to the old tailor, and stood a little away to look at it.

The second aunt Yang Di couldn't stand it, and whispered to Yang Rui clearly the whole story.

Yang Rui stood in the middle of the store dumbfounded, his hands stretched out for the tailor to measure his body, his eyes staring at his grandpa's attire, a little dazed.

At this time, Yang Shan stood straight, like a pine tree, with the hem of his clothes almost reaching the crotch, and the front flap tied around his neck. What surprised Yang Rui most was the cuffs. A normal suit was a shirt with a centimeter showing the cuffs. Yang Shan’s suit. It covered the back of his hand.

Yang Rui suddenly noticed that when the old tailor measured his arm, he also measured the end of his finger.

"Sleeves are too long." Yang Rui whispered.

The old tailor smiled slightly: "You watch the leaders on TV~www.wuxiaspot.com~ all wear this way."

Yang Rui recalled it for a while, but didn't have any impression.

"It won't be so long."

"You don't understand." After speaking, the old tailor returned to the cubicle behind the curtain and took out two photo frames with great importance.

The photo inside is the photo of Chairman Mao in Chinese tunic suit speaking at the founding ceremony, sleeves to the back of his hand.

"This is a tunic suit." Yang Rui said.

The old tailor smiled again and took out another photo frame. It was the photo of the leader wearing a suit two years ago.

Yang Rui was very convinced. He had never noticed that the costumes of the Chinese leaders turned out to be one size bigger and long sleeves.

"In two days, I will attend the gathering of old comrades-in-arms. You will go with me and wear this suit." Comrade Yang Shan made a final decision.

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