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"Boss, please cut me two feet each of this goose yellow piece and this beige piece."

"Okay, please wait a moment, madam."

Yuan Qing looked at the two following behind him and picked up Zhou Yin, "Little Potato, what color do you like?"

"Aunt, I like the blue one."

"You have a good eye for potatoes, but what about the dark purple one? Do you like it?"

Zhou Yin refused with a face, "No, those are for girls."

"Who said purple is for girls? Let's buy two sets so that when we go out, people will know they are mother and child, okay?"

Zhou Yin was moved by what Yuan Qing said. Mother and son? Their serious faces turned into smiles, "Okay."

Yuan Qing touched his head, hum, she couldn't coax the little boy well?

She glanced at Zhou Xu in embarrassment. Somehow this man, even though he didn't say much, knew that Zhou Xu was angry along the way. What did she do wrong?

"Ahem, what about you? Which color do you like? Go back and make two outfits."

Zhou Xu said with a serious face, "You don't have to worry about me."

Yuan Qing, "Oh."

"Boss, the blue and purple fabrics come in three feet, and the brown one is also cut into three feet."

"Hey, boss, can you give me some rags like this? I have to give you some gifts when I buy so many things, right?"

The owner of the cloth store laughed and said, "Okay, my wife has wrapped it for you. It's five taels of silver in total, and I'll give you the change."

Of course he was happy. He thought this family was plainly dressed, but he didn't expect to buy so much. It was nothing to give them a little extra. "Madam, please go slowly."

The next stop at Cloth Shop was Linlang Pavilion. I bought Baochai jewelry and rouge and gouache from here.

That's right, Yuan Qing is here to buy skin care products. Don't think that she can make rouge and gouache since she was born in ancient times. Overthink, she is a serious modern person, her family is engaged in agriculture and fishery, and she can at most start a business. That's a long way to go...

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Rejecting the powder and lipstick recommended by the clerk, Yuan Qing chose the best quality facial oil. It was not the most expensive, and Yuan Qing looked at almost all facial oils and estimated that the one that was most suitable for her was Little Potato Fist.

Such a big small porcelain jar is small and exquisite. A single bottle costs two taels of silver. Yuan Qing feels a little sad. This thing costs her two taels of silver? Why don't you grab it!

But no matter how painful it is, you still have to buy it. Yuan Qing really can't stand her yellow face. To the touch, this face is not as smooth as her previous hands.

"What about this?"

"Half a drop of silver."

"Have a can."

Sure enough, throughout the ages, children's face wipes have always been cheaper than those for adults.

Baby cream is so good, cheap and easy to use.

Yuan Qing pursed her lips, "I'll do this myself, I don't need any money from you."

She threw the money directly to the boss. The cloth just now was all given by Zhou Xu. Most of it was bought for their uncle and nephew, so she accepted it. She wanted to use the face wiper, so she didn't want to use this man.

money.

He bought other things one after another, and almost all the money was spent, with only one or two silver left. Because he came out late, although Yuan Qing bought things quickly, it was getting late, so it was time to go back.

Originally, Yuan Qing and Zhou Xu thought it was okay to stay in the inn for one night, but Zhou Yin, who was usually well-behaved, had to go home no matter what. There was only Xiao Jiu, a wolf at home, and the little man couldn't worry about it, so he had to go home to accompany him.

His little friend.

"Okay, let's go back now."

I was originally going to rent a car to go back, but it was a coincidence that I bumped into Uncle Fugui. It's a great way. Let's go together. If we have business, can outsiders earn money?