"My family said they would buy some betrothal gifts for the woman, but they were nothing good. My mother said you might have some here, so she asked me to come and ask you."
Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou looked at each other.
"What do you want?" Lu Miao asked him.
"What do you have? Anyway, it's just for the girl's home. You have good taste. If it doesn't work, give me yours first and smooth it out. I'll ask Xiao Fu to buy it for you later."
Fu Jingyou Hearing this, he looked at him sideways.
He was really not polite at all.
Lu Miao said: "I only have excess fabric here, and I want to keep the rest for myself."
Ling Yuan nodded, "Cloth is fine, too."
Lu Miao's eyes swayed and she stared at him seriously:
"If you come here, you should also know where the things here come from. Have you thought clearly? It's not good to talk about buying and selling."
Not only does it sound unpleasant, there may also be penalties.
“Look at what you said, this is not allowed, but didn’t I come here quietly?”
Ling Yuan clicked his tongue and said anxiously:
< br>"Besides, we are all our own people, what's wrong with it."
After taking the things back, he could only thank Lu Miao, what else should he say?
Speculation, buying and selling are indeed not allowed on the surface, but for the needs of life, there is no point in not allowing them.
Don’t say he is in a hurry right now.
Just let it go. In normal times, military wives and wives in many courtyards do this in private.
The life of a military family is much better than that of an ordinary family, but no one wants to live a better life.
Everyone has always been tacitly aware of this, and there is really nothing to say about it.
You can really see a lot of things by comparing people with each other.
Lu Miao gave him a look of approval.
Not bad, I can handle it.
Let Fu Jingyou open the kangtou cabinet and take out the piles of fabrics she had left behind.
“I don’t have much here. Each of these fabrics is ten feet long. Take your pick.”
For the girl's clothes, six feet of fabric is almost enough, ten feet is completely enough.
Things that can be left behind by Lu Miao firstly suit her taste, and secondly, the quality must be the same.
Ling Yuan touched it around, and sure enough, the fabrics were of good quality and thick.
As a result, he couldn't make up his mind.
“I don’t know, Xiaobao, you have met my partner, how about you give me some suggestions, what do you think she might like to have?”
"..."
Lu Miao pursed her lips and looked at him without words.
She is not the roundworm in Liu Wenpei's belly. How could she know what Liu Wenpei would like? ?
Although he didn’t know Liu Wenpei’s preferences, from his own perspective, Lu Miao still gave some advice:
“You can take a look at this one with small floral flowers on a white background.”< br>
There are many kinds of white powder, and Lu Miao's one has a creamy white feeling.
It’s the kind that’s slightly yellowish.
Last time I saw that Liu Wenpei has yellow and black skin. She wears a creamy white material with a hint of yellow. Generally speaking, it can highlight the texture of the skin and make the complexion look healthier.
And this kind of white floral material is in short supply on the market.
It’s just that the white underneath is not that particular. Sometimes it’s warm with a yellow background, and sometimes it’s cold with a blue background...
Generally, people who are not picky or don't understand color tones can't tell the difference.
In short, if Lingyuan takes this material back, he will not step on any thunder.
Ling Yuan scratched the back of his head, not knowing what skin texture and skin health were like, but when Lu Miao said yes, he felt that it would definitely not go away, and that meant it was really good.
Otherwise Lu Miao would not have stayed by herself.
“Okay, that’s it.”
Lingyuan hugged it directly and put it in his arms: "How much does this cost?"
"Don't worry about the happy event in your life, just think it is our gift."
< br>Fu Jingyou nodded beside him, agreeing with what Lu Miao said.
Ling Yuan waved his hand:
"That won't work, one code will be the same."
Fabric is inherently difficult to work with.
Besides, Fu Jingyou is taking risks by bringing these things back. Lingyuan did the math.
The price of fabric of this quality on the black market is almost seven cents per foot, or seven cents for ten feet.
He didn’t have a cloth ticket, so he couldn’t calculate it at seventy cents.
Lingyuan pressed ten dollars on the kang, opened the door and ran away.
The young couple did not expect that by the time Fu Jingyou took the money and went out to chase him, Lingyuan had already climbed on his bicycle and ran into the alley.
Fu Jingyou had no choice but to go back to the house and give the money to Lu Miao.
Lu Miao said: "Then just keep it, just think of it as the money for tea when he comes over to eat."
Compared to Xie Fei, Lu Miao felt that Lingyuan was more appetizing to her.
We can continue to get along and see.
Fu Jingyou nodded.
......
Except for a few relatives and friends who were brought over by Lu Yuanzheng to recognize him.
Fu Jingyou also went to Director Ma of the Chongwen Translation Center, Xu Hongmei of the People's Publishing House, and Teacher Tan.
Afterwards, all the families also gave blessings. The one who came from Director Ma's house was a junior, while Teacher Xu Hongmei and Mr. Tan came in person.
They were both women. Knowing that Lu Miao was pregnant, Teacher Tan came over to express condolences.
At this time, there were many self-taught college candidates and farmers and workers.
Most of them have families, so in school, there are many female students who go to school with a full belly.
Because talents are scarce or some positions are in short supply.
In various state-owned industries, there are also many lesbians who are pregnant and still stick to their posts.
Teacher Tan wanted Lu Miao to go back to work, but felt uncomfortable forcing others to do so, so she didn't mention it.
I just said that when the weather gets better, let Lu Miao go back to Guoyingshe to have a look. After the child is born, he can work stably and hard.
Lu Miao agreed.
When Teacher Tan left in the afternoon, Lu Miao was also thinking about this matter.
She won't be able to return to work in a short time, but Guoyingshe should still go there occasionally.
After all, it is good for special departments to have a sense of presence.
Lest you wait too long, you will have to start all over again in all your interpersonal relationships...
If you go there, it’s not good to go empty-handed.
Lu Miao was thinking about doing something to bring him there.
During this time, there was nothing else at home.
There is still a small bunch of corn hanging on the eaves from last year's autumn season. It has long been dried by now.
Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to take it down and peel off the corn kernels.
Put a small pot on the chimney stove, add oil, two tablespoons of sugar, and pour in half a bowl of dried corn kernels.
Turn it over casually, and when the hot oil and sugar have melted, Lu Miao took the lid of the pot and placed it on it, then gently swung it over the fire outlet of the chimney stove.
Soon there was a muffled "bang bang" sound inside.
The shaking continued for about two minutes. When there was no sound of explosion, Lu Miao blocked the chimney stove damper.
When I opened the lid again, I saw that a small bowl of dried corn kernels had been fried into a pot full of popcorn with a sweet aroma.
Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to bring a small sieve, poured the popcorn into the small sieve, and called the children to come over and eat.
Suddenly there were snacks, and the three children were very happy.
Seeing this, Lu Miao felt happy in her heart, and decided that after two days when it gets warmer, she would fry two pots of popcorn and take them to the Guoying Society.
It’s not something that’s too much to put on the table, but it’s still better than nothing.
When the time comes, use oil paper and fine hemp rope to tie up a nice-looking little package, which will look good on the outside.
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The author said:
It’s been so quiet recently, and you guys haven’t read it (crying, crying), then should I still write? (End of this chapter)