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"Zhu Zi, save the old lady!"
Yi Zhonghai was also panicking. Jia Zhang-shi had been stabbed by the Deaf Old Lady with her walking stick, and it was unknown whether she was still alive or not.
The Deaf Old Lady fell from Shazhu's back again, unconscious!
Misfortunes never came alone.
However, Yi Zhonghai blamed all of this on Yang Zhenguo.
After a while, Jia Zhangshi slowly opened her eyes amidst Qin Huairu's shouts.
"Mom, you're awake?" Qin Huairu was still a little worried when she saw that her mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, had woken up.
Because she was worried that Jia Zhangshi would continue to scold Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady.
"Huai Ru, who knocked out my teeth?”
Jia Zhang-shi seemed to be sleepwalking.
Qin Huairu's heart turned cold. It was over. Her mother-in-law's brain must have been damaged by the deaf old lady's walking stick.
Of course, Jia Zhangshi's brain wasn't damaged by the deaf old lady's walking stick. It was because Jia Zhangshi had been used by Yang Zhenguo on the 'mouth can't control the heart' card.
There was only one way to crack it, and that was if Yang Zhenguo couldn't see Jia Zhangshi or hear her voice, the effect of the card would automatically be removed.
Yang Zhenguo brought Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming out of the alley. He could no longer hear Jia Zhangshi's voice, so she recovered.
Jia Zhang-shi was not dead, and Yi Zhonghai was finally relieved.
Yi Zhonghai quickly instructed Silly Zhu to carry the Deaf Old Lady to the hospital. After checking that her spine was broken, the Deaf Old Lady could only lie in bed for the rest of her life.
Yang Zhenguo and Zheng Juan chatted and laughed as they brought Zheng Guangming into a cloth shop.
There were not many people in the cloth shop.
Three, two salespeople were lazily leaning against the wooden counter and chatting.
There weren't many fabrics on the counter. The colors were mainly blue and black, with some red and green, but they looked very tacky.
In the late 1960s and early 1970s, green military uniforms were the most popular.
Autumn and winter clothes were the military uniform of the 65th style, and the fabric was made of plain cotton and denim.
The Chinese people were full of ambition and did not like to wear makeup but to wear weapons.
But Yang Zhenguo didn't want Zheng Juan to dress like this.
Girls should still act like girls.
Zheng Juan was a national beauty with exquisite facial features. She didn't wear any makeup. As long as she wore simple, elegant, and clean clothes, she would be first-class good-looking.
"Comrade, please show me that piece of cloth.”Yang Zhenguo's eyes were sharp. He saw a roll of simple and elegant cotton cloth with light patterns on the lowest level behind the counter.
The salesperson was only in her early twenties. She looked at Yang Zhenguo lazily.
Then, she was stunned. What a beautiful young man!
The lazy salesperson also became diligent.
"Comrade, this piece of cotton cloth is not popular now. If you want to buy it, you should buy this one.”The salesperson took the initiative to recommend an army green fabric to Yang Zhenguo.
"Thank you. We'll take this fabric. Could I trouble you to see how many feet of cloth are needed to make a cotton jacket for her?”Yang Zhenguo held Zheng Juan's hand.
Zheng Juan's beautiful face turned red. She wanted to break free from Yang Zhenguo's hand, but she couldn't bear to.
Because she was holding Yang Zhenguo's hand, Zheng Juan's heart was very stable.
In the early 1960s and the late 1970s, society was still very conservative.
Even if they were husband and wife on the streets, they would not dare to hold hands and walk in public. They were even afraid of being looked at strangely by others when they walked closer.
Yang Zhenguo and Zheng Juan were both seventeen or eighteen years old. No one knew what their relationship was. They thought that they were siblings.
There wouldn't be any trouble holding hands.
Of course, Yang Zhenguo liked to hold Zheng Juan's hand. So what?
As a transmigrator with a system, why would he be afraid of this?
Yang Zhenguo and Zheng Juan lived under the same roof, but their relationship was very pure.
He wasn't afraid of anyone gossiping.
"Brother Zhenguo, don't buy it for me." Zheng Juan hurriedly waved her hand and declined.
"Juan 'er, what did they say at home? I'm going to be angry if you continue like this." Yang Zhenguo pretended to be angry and pulled a long face. Zheng Juan burst out laughing. Brother Zhenguo was playing this trick again.
However, Zheng Juan liked this kind of person. Yang Zhenguo was her god. Since it was decided by the heavens, Zheng Juan no longer declined.
The salesperson looked at Zheng Juan and directly measured the roll of plain and elegant cloth with light patterns to four feet and cut a small opening with scissors.
Then, he tore it along the small hole.
"Rip!"
The fabric was torn apart.
Yang Zhenguo pulled out three feet of blue cotton fabric for Zheng Guangming.
It was Yang Zhenguo's turn. To be honest, he was not interested in these fabrics.
"Brother Zhenguo, you haven't bought it yet."
Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming both bought fabric.
Zheng Juan saw that Yang Zhenguo had paid the money and cloth ticket to the salesperson, but he didn't buy any cloth for himself. She couldn't help but feel anxious.
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