Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The proprietress in a jacket and skirt looked at the three of them, seeing the resemblance between Li Jinhu and Li Haitang, she vaguely guessed the relationship between the three, that is, the husband and wife brought their brother-in-law to buy fabrics.

"Sister, my name is Chunniang, and I'm the proprietress of this cloth shop. Whatever you look like, I'll make it cheaper for you."

Chunniang felt that Li Haitang's temper was compatible with hers, and she felt that she hit it off. A few years ago, her husband was seriously ill and became a medicine jar, lying on the bed in a state of illness, relying on her to take care of him all the time.

The neighbors in the neighborhood said that Chun Niang was young and beautiful, and she would definitely not be able to keep it. Every time she heard such words, she would go to the National People's Congress to quarrel.

Both Chunniang and her husband came to the border towns in the north from the famine in the south. When they came here, her husband did hard work and got some money. He bought her all food and drink. He would rather go hungry. Capital is what makes the family business what it is today.

"Anyway, whoever says my husband, I will do my best."

Chun Niang smiled brightly, and pointed to the fabric next to her, "Sister Haitang, I bought these from the south. They are made of denim and are used as the inner lining of the jacket. They are windproof and comfortable to wear. You can buy them at cost price, twenty Wen Yichi."

Ordinary coarse cloth costs seven or eight cents, fine cotton is more expensive, and fine cotton twill is expensive to buy. In addition to the north-south freight, the cloth shop costs at least thirty-five cents.

"Chun Niang, you open the door to do business, how can you do it if you don't make money, just give me the normal market price."

Li Haitang had been to two cloth houses before and knew the approximate prices. Chunniang was not lying, she asked for twenty yuan a foot, which was indeed not profitable.

"Sister Haitang, don't refuse."

Chun Niang's shop is on the side of the street, it is her own house, she lives in the backyard, her own house has no cost, if it is not for the husband at home who needs to take medicine, he needs a large amount of money every month, she wants to give it away for nothing.

Li Haitang has never met anyone who does business like this, and she doesn't like to take advantage of others. It's rare for two people to talk to each other. When she travels through time, her relatives are like wolves and tigers, and she really has no friends. When she meets Chun Niang, the two feel like they hit it off .

When people get along with each other, they just look at each other, have similar temperaments, and have a great feeling of hating each other.

"There is only one room in the inn? How can I live there!"

The two said they were sisters. Chunniang was old enough to be Li Haitang's mother. Because her husband was in poor health, the two of them didn't have a son and a half. Chunniang took Li Haitang's hand and warmly extended the invitation. "I still have two vacant rooms at home. My home is more comfortable than an inn. You go shopping first. I close early and come to my house for dinner."

"That's it."

Li Haitang agreed very happily, and simply left the cloth in the cloth shop. As soon as he walked out, Li Jinhu couldn't hold back, "Sister, why don't you have any precautions? What if Chun Niang is a bad person and tricked our cloth away?" manage?"

Not only that, but he had to spend the night at a stranger's house. Li Jinhu really didn't understand. The person he just met was completely unfamiliar, and he could tell whether that person was kind or not just by one side of the story?

Dad used to go out to work, so he often talked to him about the border town. This is the border area between the two countries, where good and bad people are mixed, there are many foreigners coming and going, and there are also bandits who rob houses and flee around after doing one vote.

"Sister, take care of yourself!"

Li Jinhu had a headache. His sister, like her mother, did not eat the fireworks of the world. Thanks to Brother Xiao by his side, otherwise, the siblings would fall into the hands of others, like vegetables and radishes, at the mercy of others.