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    Mrs. Feng looked quite bluffing with her stern face. She looked at the salesperson carefully and said, "Wouldn't it be better if you said this earlier? Be more careful when you go to work in the future and don't sleep all the time. The eyes of the people are very important.  Sharp."

    "Let's go." Mrs. Feng was very satisfied when she saw that the salesperson's face had turned blue. She waved her hand and brought all the family members out. When she walked to the door, she said, "What's so great about malted milk? Isn't it just milk?"  Did you make it? Mengmeng, we won¡¯t eat that stuff anymore. Later, grandma will raise a lamb for you, and we can milk it ourselves."

    After leaving the state-owned store, the Feng family's mood was not affected at all. They happily walked into the supply and marketing cooperative next to it and went straight to the fabric counter. There were quite a few customers in front of the counter, and the Feng family was waiting in line next to it.  , by the way, listen to what fabrics these customers bought.

    "Little comrade, please bring me that red floral piece again, yes, that's it." A middle-aged woman ordered the waiter to take down the piece of cloth she asked for, and went up to touch it carefully.  He said critically: "Is this made in Shanghai? Does it fade?"

    The waiter was a young man. He was not anxious at all with so many customers. He said with a smile: "Sister, you really know the goods. This is authentically made in Shanghai. It is guaranteed not to fade. Look at how strong the fabric is. It is the most fashionable."  It's gone."

    This piece of fabric was very bright red, with tiny flowers on it, and it looked particularly festive. The more the woman looked at it, the more she liked it, and she finally decided to buy it two feet tall.

    Old Mrs. Feng saw it from the side and thought that the fabric was very good and suitable for her cute family to wear. Seeing that the woman was still choosing clothing materials, Old Mrs. Feng looked at it and said, "You two, take a look and see what you want."  Just tell me what you like about the fabric, it belongs to me, boss, and I¡¯ll leave Yimin¡¯s clothes to you.¡±

    "Mom, Yimin and I both have clothes to wear. We just made them two years ago and they are still very new. Just make new sets for the eldest and second children. We won't need them, right?" Su Wan is used to being thrifty.  That set of clothes at home is usually kept at the bottom of the box and is reluctant to be worn. Isn¡¯t it just that it¡¯s new?  They don't grow taller, and one set of clothes can last for many years.

    "These clothes are just like people's faces. They are all faces. You and Yimin both have to go to work. In the past, we had no choice but to wear patched clothes. Now that we have money, can we still suffer for ourselves? You don't have to worry about it, kids.  , I plan to make one for the eldest child and the second child, especially the eldest child, who will go to school at the age of seven after the Chinese New Year, so he needs to be more decent."

    Old Mrs. Feng has made plans. The life of this family is getting more and more prosperous. She doesn't want to wrong her family. She has saved the cloth tickets for so long just for today. Fortunately, there are two public servants in the family, otherwise there will be no cloth tickets.  Search everywhere.

    Finally it was Mrs. Feng's turn. As soon as she came up, she shouted to the waiter: "Little comrade, bring me five feet and six feet of Shanghai khaki cloth, all in green, and bring me six feet of Shanghai floral cloth, yes,  Just the big red one.¡±

    She has been coveting this green dress for a long time. There are four adults and two boys in the family. Five feet and six feet of fabric are just enough. Everyone can make one. Mengmeng already had it before. I will add a red one for her and go out.  You will definitely envy a lot of little dolls in the village. Her cuteness is to dress better than others.

    Mrs. Feng picked up the piece of red floral and compared it with Mengmeng's body. She pictured in her mind how Mengmeng would look wearing it. She must be white, tender, lively and festive.

    The waiter was not in a hurry and let Mrs. Feng compete there. He saw that Xiao Mengmeng was cute and did not cry or fuss when being played around by her grandma. She also smiled very sweetly with her little mouth open.  The dimples were sunk deeply.  Just looking at the little doll, he felt soft in his heart. He couldn't help but take out a cardboard box from under the counter, grabbed a handful of colorful rags from it and handed it over and said, "This rag is for cutting cloth."  What¡¯s left from the time, old lady, if you think it can still be used, take it home and we won¡¯t charge you any money.¡±

    "You really don't charge money?" Look at these cloths, they are made of good materials and bright in color. It would be great to take them back and sew lace on the soles of Meng Meng Na's shoes.  Mrs. Feng has never seen such a good thing in most of her life. She can actually take advantage of state-owned stores. No one would believe her if she told her.

    "Free delivery for free. I thought it would take up space if you put it here. It's wrapped in cloth for you. You can take it back." The waiter wrapped the cloth head quickly, and Mrs. Feng's purchase receipt for the cloth was passed over her head.  The wire came down. He reached out and pulled it and stuck it to the fabric. He handed it over and said, "Go slowly, old lady."

    "Hey, wait, there's something I haven't bought yet." Mrs. Feng suddenly remembered when she was about to leave. She quickly turned back and said, "Little comrade, do you have a gauze scarf here? That red one can be wrapped around your face."  It¡¯s on, I saw someone wearing it on the street.¡±

    "Are you talking about Shanghai silk scarves?" The waiter took out several small boxes from the cabinet at the back and opened them one by one.Mrs. Feng took several mouthfuls of rice into her mouth before she recovered. She happily told Feng Yimin what happened today: "Your father and I went to the restaurant owned by Tiezhu and made a profit by selling him the dried meat."  It's more than two hundred yuan. How much do you think Mengmeng's gold was sold for? More than one thousand five hundred! I'm a good boy, Mengmeng is so profitable."

    When Feng Yimin heard this amount, his heart skipped a beat, and he said with great regret: "A small grain of gold is so valuable. It would be great if there were gold mines on Longling."

    Old man Feng said casually while eating his meal: "We country people have to be responsible. We can't force what God doesn't give us. The people in the village are so poor. If there is a gold mine, it won't necessarily be a good thing for Taoyuan Village."

    "What Dad said is true. I just thought about it. I have already visited Longling, and there is no gold mine at all."

    Although Feng Yimin is a man, he feeds the little girl in a decent manner, and his movements are very gentle. When he scoops up a small spoon, he has to wait for it to cool down before giving it to Mengmeng. Mengmeng is so anxious that he stretches out his little hand.  He patted him, widened his eyes and said, "Quick."

    When the family saw it, they were almost laughing to death. Su Wan put down her chopsticks and said, "Let me feed her. You are feeding her too slowly."

    "No, no, no, no, you eat yours. Mengmeng, come here, daddy will feed you something as big as a spoon, ah - open your mouth." Feng Yimin turned his back and refused to give the bowl to his wife. The opportunity to feed Mengmeng was so rare.  He usually didn't even want to feed him, but his mother and his wife were all wrapped up, which made him greedy to death.

    Feng Yimin fed several large spoonfuls in a row, and Mengmeng was satisfied. She stretched out her little face and called out "Dad" sweetly, which made Feng Yimin feel sweet to the heart and worked harder to feed his daughter.

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