Flower Falls Jun Kexiao

I don't know what kind of person Li Yuluo was in his previous life, or maybe it's because he lived in the royal family for more than ten years that he has accumulated a noble aura, and the temperament in his gestures cannot be accumulated by money.

Tongcheng has its own places for celebrities to spend, and every place is the same.

Where there are people, there are classes, and there are gaps.

It's not that Ji Huihui has never seen the world. When people have money, they start to pursue better enjoyment.

Clothing is a person's appearance, her aesthetics, and her temperament, all of which can be reflected in her clothes.

Customization is the details, the comfort, and the embodiment of identity and status.

In ancient times, women's feet were not allowed to be seen by outsiders. Because of the custom of binding their feet, their shoes had been fixed in size since childhood and did not need to be measured.

Men don't have so many scruples.

The shop was slightly blocked by a curtain, and Ji Huihun sat on a knee-high padded bench.

The old craftsman who made the boots wiped his callused hands back and forth with the white square scarf hanging beside him, and when he saw that there was no stain on the square scarf, he said he was offended, and gently took off the black gold cloud pattern boots for Ji Huihui. After making a few gestures with both hands, he took a measuring tool and recorded every detail.

Just when Ji Huihui thought it was done, the old craftsman said to wait a moment, and took out a pair of brand new sample boots from the inner hall for Ji Huihui to try on.

After Ji Huihun wore it, the old craftsman stretched out his thumb and pressed a few parts lightly, and asked some questions about the comfort, it was considered good.

After measuring the size, the buddy led the two of them out to see the style and pattern.

It didn't look long, but it took most of the morning.

Before leaving the shop, Ji Huihui asked casually, "How soon can I pick it up?"

"Two or three days are enough."

The clerk smiled enthusiastically, and didn't put a sweat towel on his shoulders like a waiter in a shop. Maybe it was because he had been in the shop for a long time, and he smelled like shoes.

"So fast." Ji Huihui sighed. The finished products coming out of the assembly line in the factory are probably at this speed, including the division of labor, packaging, and the moment when they leave the factory.

"Because the shop is full of semi-finished products, it won't take long to complete the work. It's been a long time, and the masters and young masters are impatient." Ji Huihui's easy-going attracted the staff to say a few more words, if the bad-tempered nobles listened , Losing a job is a trivial matter.After the clerk finished speaking, he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue. He glanced at the two handsome young masters in embarrassing clothes. Seeing that the expressions of the two men were the same, he gave him the silver reward. Then he was relieved and grinned again.

The two walked aimlessly on the street, and Ji Huihun's mind was filled with the enthusiastic smile of the clerk.

He is clearly at the bottom, struggling hard for food and clothing, but exudes the vitality of life every day.

"How much are their salaries?"

Spring is covered and autumn is cold, the clerk's coarse cloth jacket is not taken off, but he stays in the shop all the time, and he is young, and his face is full of red when he greets the guests.

If he would wear it like this in the cold winter, the jacket would be too thin, Ji Huihui frowned, he couldn't bear it if he was himself.

This question stumps Li Yuluo, no matter how downcast she is, she is still a prince, and she has not been reduced to the point where she needs to count copper coins to live.

Under someone's deliberate arrangement, she has some understanding of the situation of the people, and it has become more and more sluggish these years.

Li Yuluo thought about it and said, "I don't know the specifics. It is estimated that his income can ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing, and his wife, children, and mother will share it. There is not much left."

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