The whole mountain is my hunting ground

A hairpin costs 65 cents, and a mirror costs 1.4 yuan. Thirteen hairpins plus a mirror didn't cost Zhao Jun much in total. As for the shampoo, Ma Ling said she spent it herself, and it really was her own money.

"I'll give you half." After paying, Ma Ling gave half of the shampoo she bought to Zhao Jun, and told him, "Go back and give it to my aunt."

How could Zhao Jun refuse when his future daughter-in-law bought something for her old lady?

The two packed up their purchases, and Zhao Jun and Ma Ling left with the salesperson's cold eyes.

The two went around to the counter at the back, where clothes were sold. The last time Zhao Jun came, he bought a bunch of vests here.

Seeing that there were clothes hanging on both sides, one side was women's clothes, and the other side was all men's clothes, Ma Ling asked Zhao Jun, "What do you want to buy?"

These days, the gap in living standards between rural and urban areas is apparent.

Rural people usually sew their own clothes, while people in the city even have down jackets.

"I'll buy you some clothes." As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Ma Ling grabbed his arm. But Ma Ling didn't throw herself into his arms in surprise. Instead, she dragged Zhao Jun away.

"What clothes?" Ma Ling said, "I have a lot of clothes!"

Zhao Jun staggered when Ma Ling pulled him, but he quickly stabilized his body and said to Ma Ling in a stalemate, "You are going to have a birthday, I will buy you some clothes."

"I don't want it!" Ma Ling shook her head insistently and said, "What birthday? Why should I celebrate my birthday at such a young age?"

At that time, few people celebrated their birthdays. Every year on their birthdays, they would cook two eggs and eat noodles to satisfy their cravings.

"Oh!" Zhao Jun said, "If we don't celebrate your birthday, I can't buy you clothes?"

"No clothes!" Ma Ling said firmly, "I won't buy you clothes whether it's your birthday or not!"

"No, let's try!" Zhao Jun saw Ma Ling still shaking her head, so he said, "Let's not tear it here, people will laugh at it."

Coming from the mountains to the city, Ma Ling was afraid of being laughed at, and even more afraid of being laughed at because of Zhao Jun, so Zhao Jun pulled her to the counter selling women's clothing.

The woman who bought women's clothing was a middle-aged woman in her forties, and she saw the couple's tug-of-war just now.

At this time, seeing Zhao Jun bringing Ma Ling over, the middle-aged salesperson smiled faintly and said, "See what you like and try it on."

"This!" Zhao Jun was also unambiguous, raising his hand and pointing to the light blue down jacket hanging behind the salesperson.

"Ah!" The salesperson looked sideways and smiled. When he reached out to take the clothes picking pole, he smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Young man, you are good at shopping. You only buy good ones."

As he said that, the salesperson raised the pole. The small fork with two teeth in front of the pole was similar in shape to the Zhang family heirloom badger fork.

This small fork is used to pick up clothes hangers. When the fork hits the hook of the clothes hanger, the clothes hanger and the clothes will come down from the clothes hanging pole.

"This is Yaya's." The salesperson said to Zhao Jun and Ma Ling while picking up the down jacket, "This is the best down jacket."

"What kind of jacket?" Ma Ling asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

"Down jacket!" The salesperson pinched the corner of the jacket and said to Ma Ling, "It's all duck down, and you can't get through it even at minus 30 degrees."

Ma Ling subconsciously reached out and touched it, then shook her head at Zhao Jun and said, "Let's not buy it. This jacket is not as soft as a cotton jacket."

This is true. The down jackets of this era are made of duck down and are not that soft to the touch.

But Ma Ling didn't buy it, mainly because she didn't want to spend money. The down jacket Zhao Jun chose was light blue, which was exactly the color Ma Ling liked.

And even if the down jackets at that time were not as novel as later ones, they were much better looking than cotton jackets.

"Try it on." Zhao Jun urged from the side, saying, "People have taken it down for us, so we have to try it."

"Then..." Hearing what Zhao Jun said, Ma Ling felt embarrassed not to try it, so she took off her cotton jacket and put on the down jacket.

There is a full-length mirror here when buying clothes. As soon as Ma Ling put on the down jacket, she immediately looked different.

The cotton jacket makes her look bulky, while the down jacket makes her look older. Moreover, the color matches her skin. Ma Ling is fair to begin with, and this jacket makes her look even fairer.

Ma Ling's big, puffy eyes blinked, and she looked very cute.

But the only drawback is that this jacket is too big, and Ma Ling looks fat and big when she wears it. As the old saying goes, she can sing opera when she wears it.

"This is too big." Zhao Jun said to the salesperson, "Please find one that my partner can wear."

The salesperson smiled when he heard this, and while he went to get the pole, he said, "Usually, we buy big ones, and the couple can change them after that."

This piece of clothing is not cheap, and even city dwellers find it difficult to consume. So, as the salesperson said, the couple can buy down jackets that men can wear, and women can also wear them, but they are just a little bigger.

But Zhao Jun has no problem buying this, and it is a gift to Ma Ling, so of course he can't be vague.

"No more, no more." At this time, Ma Ling ran over and unzipped the zipper while saying to the salesperson, "We don't buy it."

"Try it first." Zhao Jun waved his hand at the salesperson while talking to Ma Ling. The salesperson used a pole to pull the inner layer of clothes to find a down jacket suitable for Ma Ling.

"No!" At this time, Ma Ling's attitude was very firm. She took her own cotton jacket and put it on.

Although the two were engaged, in rural areas and forest areas, they were not considered a couple without a wedding banquet. Zhao Jun couldn't pull Ma Ling's cotton jacket. In a hurry, Zhao Jun fooled Ma Ling and said, "Your younger brother knows to buy you something on your birthday, so I have to give you a piece of clothing, right?"

This little Gudong, in order to please his wife, cheated his brother-in-law again.

Ma Yang's hairpin was not bought for Ma Ling. When Ma Ling can't accept her brother's gift, it would be strange if she doesn't blame Ma Yang.

But Zhao Jun felt that the girl would most likely not want Ma Yang's things, so the hairpin would be given to Ma Ling.

"You..." Ma Ling put on the cotton jacket and said, "You buy me things all day, what else can you give me?"

"Those are all small pieces." Zhao Jun said, "I'll buy you a piece of clothing."

At this time, the salesperson took off the appropriate down jacket. She has been selling clothes here for some years. She can roughly know what size Ma Ling should wear at a glance.

But after taking off the clothes, the salesperson's face suddenly changed. She subconsciously pressed her lower abdomen with her hand, and then Zhao Jun and Ma Ling said, "Wait a minute."

As she said that, the salesperson walked out from behind the counter, went to the corner of the front and back counters, and shouted to the back counter: "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu?"

"Master!" The salesperson who sold hairpins before ran over and ran to the middle-aged salesperson who sold clothes and asked: "What's wrong?"

"I'm having my period." The middle-aged salesperson patted the young salesperson's arm and urged: "Give me some paper."

There were no sanitary napkins in those days, or they were only sold in big cities. Therefore, when the middle-aged salesperson felt uncomfortable every month, she used toilet paper like the women in the forest area.

The young salesperson turned around and ran to her own counter. She was the apprentice of the salesperson who sold clothes. When she first started working in the department store, she was taught by someone else.

The young salesperson quickly returned. After taking the toilet paper, the middle-aged salesperson turned around and pointed at Zhao Jun and Ma Ling, and said to her apprentice: "Hurry up and help me greet customers."

"I..." The young salesperson looked in the direction her master pointed, and her mouth suddenly twitched.

"Go, what are you looking at?" Seeing that her apprentice did not move, the middle-aged salesperson reached out and patted her on the back, saying: "What can you do if a relationship fails? You still have to go to work!"

"Master!" The young salesperson stomped her feet in anger, and her master reached out and pulled her, saying: "Hurry up, don't keep people waiting."

The young salesperson had a bad work attitude, but she knew how to respect her teacher. Urged by her master, the young salesperson reluctantly walked to the counter.

Seeing Zhao Jun and Ma Ling giggling there, the young salesperson glared at them fiercely.

"Ling'er, she's here, try it on." Zhao Jun used the salesperson to find an excuse to let Ma Ling try on clothes. Ma Ling also felt that she couldn't show her weakness in front of this little girl, so she took off her cotton jacket and changed into a down jacket.

This down jacket fits her perfectly. The previous one was fat and big, and it looked neat with a cotton jacket, not to mention this one. Ma Ling looked at it from the front, side, and back in front of the mirror and thought it was good.

"How much is this dress?" Zhao Jun asked. The salesperson was not a clothes buyer, so she didn't know the price very well. Then she took the book next to her and opened it. She found the words "Yaya Down Jacket (Women)". After taking a look at the price, she said to Zhao Jun: "Ninety-seven."

"Buy it." Zhao Jun didn't even hesitate. The salesperson pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Take the money!"

"Don't worry." Zhao Jun pointed to the right and said, "Find us another pair of pants."

Zhao Jun pointed to a row of jeans.

"Hey?" Ma Ling, who was still looking at herself in the mirror, felt something was wrong and ran to Zhao Jun, saying, "What are you doing?"

"I'll buy you another pair of pants." Zhao Jun said, and Ma Ling grabbed his arm again, but this time Ma Ling didn't pull Zhao Jun.

"No, I have pants." Ma Ling's refusal did not shake Zhao Jun, and he said to the salesperson, "Find me a two-foot waist."

Ma Ling is thin, and her waist is not that thick, but she is wearing cotton pants.

Although the salesperson was very reluctant, he still held the pole to find pants for Ma Ling.

At this time, Ma Ling's voice came from behind her.

"How do you know how big my waist is?" Ma Ling looked at Zhao Jun in disbelief, and saw Zhao Jun smiled and said, "You are my girlfriend, shouldn't I care about you?"

"Haha." This time Ma Ling couldn't help laughing out loud. Zhao Jun's words were not as good as the various love words on the Internet 20 or 30 years later, but in this era of straight men everywhere, such words are extremely lethal.

Hearing Ma Ling's laughter, the salesperson tightened her grip on the pole. She was thinking about swinging the pole back and knocking Ma Ling down first, then continuing to use the pole to knock out Zhao Jun's teeth.

"Hey! Hey!" Suddenly, Zhao Jun's shout broke the salesperson's fantasy. Zhao Jun took two steps sideways and when he was parallel to the salesperson, he went straight to the top row of jeans and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jun didn't urge her, but because he saw that the little girl was standing there motionless as if she was hit by a spell, he came over to ask.

But Zhao Jun's kindness was met with a cold eye from the salesperson, and she resumed her actions and quickly took off a pair of pale jeans.

At this time, jeans were not so blue, but pale in color.

When the pants were spread on the counter, Ma Ling was startled, stretched out her hand and pulled Zhao Jun's sleeve, and said, "Is this for men?"

In this day and age, women's pants are opened on the side, while men's pants are opened in the front.

But jeans are front-opening for both men and women. In other words, as long as you can wear them, it's fine. The reason for this is that the material of jeans is hard and not elastic, so fat people can't wear them at all, only thin people can wear them.

It should be said that front-opening is more convenient to wear than side-opening. Perhaps it started with jeans, and women's pants will also be front-opening in the future.

Hearing Ma Ling's words, the salesperson behind the counter sneered a few times.

Her laughter was forced out just to make things difficult for Zhao Jun and Ma Ling.

Ma Ling was a little panicked by the salesperson's smile, and her face turned red.

"It's okay, Ling'er." Zhao Jun comforted Ma Ling from the side and said, "Jeans are like this, try it, you will definitely look good in it."

After saying that, Zhao Jun saw that Ma Ling didn't move, so he added, "You are thin, and you look straight in anything you wear, but if you are fat, it won't work."

When he said the word "fat", Zhao Jun glanced at the salesperson, who was stunned at first, and then glared at Zhao Jun.

But Zhao Jun no longer looked at her. He took the pants off the counter with both hands, holding the waistband, and put them in front of Ma Ling, covering her lower body, and said, "Look, how nice it is."

"Let me see?" Ma Ling took the pants, and like Zhao Jun just did, she held the waistband with both hands and put the pants in front of her lower body to measure them.

Blue and white jeans, light blue down jacket, and a sky blue hairpin on her head. Although these colors are a bit off, Ma Ling likes blue.

And at this time, she looks white and beautiful in this outfit, and suddenly she has turned from a little girl into an urban beauty.

Ma Ling also likes this dress and pants.

And at this moment, Zhao Jun's voice sounded in her ears: "Try it on."

"Ah?" Ma Ling looked at Zhao Jun in surprise and asked, "Put it on the outer pants?"

"There!" Zhao Jun pointed to the corner of the wall, where there was a stool and a curtain hanging on the wall next to it. There is no fitting room in this department store. When people want to try on clothes and pants but it is inconvenient, they sit on the stool, then take down a corner of the curtain and hang it on the other wall.

After arranging Ma Ling to the corner, Zhao Jun thoughtfully hung the curtain for Ma Ling, then returned to the counter, took out money from his pocket, and asked the salesperson: "How much are the clothes and pants together?"

"The clothes are 97 yuan, and the pants are 6 yuan." The salesperson calculated: "A total of 103."

After quoting the price to Zhao Jun, the salesperson asked: "The woman hasn't tried it on yet, and you bought it?"

Of course, the salesperson could see that Zhao Jun was determined to buy clothes for Ma Ling, and wanted to cut the Gordian knot while Ma Ling was trying on pants, and would not allow Ma Ling to refuse.

"Buy it!" Zhao Jun counted out eleven pairs of jeans and slapped them on the counter, saying, "If they don't fit, change them."

As he said that, Zhao Jun pointed to the row of jeans on top and asked, "Aren't they all the same price?"

The salesperson curled her lips, collected the money, issued the invoice, and gave Zhao Jun seven yuan in change.

When Zhao Jun took the money from the counter, Ma Ling ran over in a down jacket and jeans.

Seeing Ma Ling like this, Zhao Jun's eyes lit up. He was about to speak when Ma Ling asked, "Why did you buy it?"

"Ah." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "You bought it because it looks good on you."

"You..." Ma Ling was about to speak when Zhao Jun pointed to the words "No quality problems, no returns or exchanges" on the blackboard over there. In other words, they don't support the seven-day no-reason policy.

"You can return it!" Suddenly, the salesperson's voice came from behind the counter, and she said, "If you don't want it, I'll return it to you."

What the hell can you return it? She just wanted to make things difficult for Zhao Jun and Ma Ling. She saw that Zhao Jun was a rich man who didn't care about his work. Although the saleswoman had only been working for two years, she knew that such men wanted to save face. The woman wanted to return the money, but the man didn't, so there was bound to be a dispute between the two.

But what the saleswoman didn't expect was that as soon as she said this, Zhao Jun looked at her and said, "Then you can return it to us."

"Huh?" The saleswoman was stunned, she was a little confused.

Seeing that the saleswoman didn't respond, Zhao Jun took out the bill and seven yuan from his pocket, slapped them on the counter, and urged, "Return it."

The saleswoman looked at the money and bills in front of her, and the whole person was even more confused.

At this time, the middle-aged salesperson came back and asked Zhao Jun, "What's wrong with these clothes and pants?"

"No." Zhao Jun said, and the middle-aged salesperson continued, "This... We have a basis for issuing invoices. If you have any problems after buying them, you can come to us. The invoice has just been issued, what are you thinking about?"

"No." Zhao Jun pointed at the young salesperson and said, "She said it can be refunded, and she wants to refund us."

The middle-aged salesperson turned her head and looked at her apprentice, shouting, "What's wrong with you? It's your first day at work..."

While the middle-aged salesperson was training his apprentice, Zhao Jun packed up the money and tickets on the counter and ran away with Ma Ling.

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The update is a bit late. I am still dizzy, confused, and coughing today. I set an alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning. I wrote and slept... I just wrote it. Sorry brothers and sisters.