Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Shan has always been a very righteous man.

After receiving the letter from the old battalion commander, he packed his bags and prepared to take the train to Beijing without even informing his family.

Fortunately, the director of the cadre rest center had a lot of thought and called the Yang family.

The entire Yang family immediately exploded.

From Nanhu City to the capital, and back and forth thousands of kilometers, can Yang Shan's body bear it?

However, Comrade Yang Shan has no intention of discussing with his family members. His compromise plan is that I allow you to send people to follow.

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

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

Yang Shan himself was very happy. He hasn't traveled far for many years, but this time he seemed like an old man talking about being a teenager. He also specially made a suit and made his hair smooth, like an old gentleman in a movie. .

People came and went in the carriage, and when they met, they all praised Yang Feng for his temperament, which made the old man happy, and he couldn't sit still all day.

After persisting for two days, the slow train finally arrived at the Beijing Railway Station. Yang Di said happily: "Fortunately, my elder brother got a soft sleeper. I will call Yang Rui and tell him not to worry."

"Don't be in a hurry, what's the rush." ​​Yang Shan got off the train, walked around the platform twice, and quickly made a decision, saying: "Don't go to see Yang Rui, let's go for a walk on the street first."

"Now? You're not tired." Yang Di felt numb as he looked at the crowded Beijing station.

"I've been sleeping on the train for two days, what else do you want? When I was young, I marched for two days and two nights, dozing off standing up, and I didn't complain about being tired... the young people now..." Yang Shan casually dismissed Yang Di with Yikusitian.

Comrade Yang Di, a "young man" who is over forty years old, argued unreasonably, saying: "Where do you want to go? Beijing@京大学, why don't we ask Yang Rui to go with us?"

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

Grandson Xie Zhen couldn't help laughing.

Yang Di has no temper at all, he can only stare at his son,

Said: "Your grandfather wants to go shopping, hurry up and buy a map, and then call to ask how to get there."

Xie Zhen's face was filled with bewilderment, and he whispered, "I haven't been here either."

"So I'll let you ask."

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

Yang Shan straightened his collar, smiled, and said, "Find a place where suits are made, and let's take a taxi."

"Making suits?" Yang Di couldn't keep up with the old man's train of thought.

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

Looking at Yang Shan's suit, Yang Di couldn't laugh or cry: "If you make a suit, you can make a suit. Why do you have to do the same thing?"

Yang Shan straightened his chest, and said in an understanding way: "The people who take the train are all travellers. They all said that my suit is good, so I thought about making one for Yang Rui."

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

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

Yang Di said in admiration, "That must not be the case."

While the three of them were talking, they got into a taxi and asked the driver to find a famous tailor shop.

As soon as the taxi driver rolled his eyes, he pulled the three of them into a small alley, and said, "Don't think this place is small, but foreigners come here, and they are our famous tailors in old Beijing. "

Leaving the three of them behind, the taxi drove away in a hurry.

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

The signboard of the tailor shop seems to be old, only the simple "Huang's Tailor", which sounds a bit like the royal family, quite high-end.

Next to the signboard, there is also a red paper with a few large characters that penetrate the back of the paper, hanging there, and the words "Chinese tunic suit", "western suit", "sweater" and "suit" are written.

p\u003eOn the contrary, the old master lying on his stomach inside the door gave people a feeling of peace of mind. I saw him stepping on the sewing machine quickly, moving his hands left and right.

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

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

The 1980s was the era when suits were popular, far 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 cadres and workers in the system, who were unique in wearing suits. However, after the leaders of the central government took the lead in wearing suits, this trend spread across the country overnight. So much so that the tailor who made the Chinese tunic suit had to learn suits instead.

As far as Chinese pop culture is concerned, the importance of wearing a suit may be the first level. It is a sign of openness, so that the Chinese leader once wore a Chinese tunic suit to meet foreign guests, and the outside world wondered whether China’s reform would be retracted. The five standing committee members in suits responded to this. Collective appearance.

This collective appearance also completely detonated the suit culture in China. Not only young people will wear suits on occasions such as marriage, but many people will wear suits to show formality when they go out, just like Mr. Yang Shan. There are even people playing basketball and running in suits.

Of course, the uniform purchase of suits by people all over the country does not mean that the production capacity of suit tailors or branded suits will be greatly increased, so two kinds 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 whole ship is transported into China, it is either washed and ironed, or sold directly. The price is cheap and the quality is good, and it is popular among the masses People's favorite.

The other is the old tailor who changed careers.

The shopkeeper and master of "Huang's Tailor" is an old tailor who changed careers. However, the old is not the old and the new is not new, that is, the last two or three years. Originally, there were not many tailors who could make suits in China. Those who changed their profession in 1983 were considered veterans. Those who entered the industry in 1984 could be regarded as veteran tailors if they could learn from a master. As for the tailors of the Huang family, although they entered the industry this year, they An old tailor who has been working for more than 30 years, he is very compatible with Yang Shan.

After a while, Yang Shan determined the style and fabric to be made - the style was the same as his own, and the fabric should be better as possible.

Yang Di couldn't be more stubborn than the old man, so he had to turn around and say: "At least call Yang Rui, tailor the clothes, what should you do if you don't measure the clothes? Do you think so, Master Huang."

Old tailor Huang chuckled and said, "Anything is fine."

The old man thought about it, but he said: "Pay the money first, that boy Yang Rui has money, so it's shameful to ask him to pay the money."

Yang Di had no choice but to say, "How much cloth is that?"

"Approximate body weight?"

"Height? He is 20 centimeters taller than my son, and his arms and legs are a little thicker." Yang Di pulled his son Xie Zhen over, slapped his son first, and said, "You can't grow tall just by eating."

It was useless for Xie Zhen to complain, so the old tailor pulled him over and touched him carefully.

"Give it 260. It's cheaper for you. It was originally 300." The old tailor quoted the price.

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

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

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

"This is the best material in our store. You can't find better ones in Sijiu City."

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

"In this way... I will be 30 yuan cheaper, and 230 yuan is the lowest." The old tailor gave Yang Di a hand, and said: "It is not easy for the old man to go out, you can bear him to accompany you around, the fare is not cheap Bar."

Taxi is indeed not cheap, just over ten yuan for a casual ride.

Yang Di hesitated for a moment, and said: "220 yuan, I'll call my nephew for a measurement."

The old tailor made a painful decision, and after a while, he patted his thigh and said, "Come on, now that you've said that, I'll let you. 220, I did it at a loss."

Yang Shan was very satisfied that the other party was losing money, and immediately said: "Call Yang Rui and let him come for a measurement."

An hour later, Yang Rui, who was both surprised and delighted, appeared in the alley.

"Try the clothes first." Yang Shan couldn't help saying, first handed Yang Rui to the old tailor, and stood a little farther to watch.

It was still the second aunt Yang Di who couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered the whole story to Yang Rui.

Yang Rui stood in the middle of the shop dumbfounded, stretched out his hands for the tailor to measure, stared at Grandpa's attire, a little dazed.

At this moment, Yang Shan was standing straight like a pine tree. The hem of his clothes almost reached his crotch, and the front was tied around his neck. What surprised Yang Rui the most was the cuffs. A normal suit had a shirt with one centimeter of cuff exposed. Yang Shan's suit, But it covered the back of the hand.

Yang Rui suddenly discovered that when the old tailor measured his arm, he also measured the end of his own fingers.

"The sleeves are too long." Yang Rui whispered.

The old tailor smiled slightly: "When you watch the leaders on TV, they all dress like this."

Yang Rui recalled it for a while, but had no impression.

"It won't be so long."

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

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

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

The old tailor smiled again, and took out another photo frame, which 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 with extra long sleeves.

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

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