Yang Zhenguo chuckled as he held Zheng Juan's hand and led Zheng Guangming out of the cloth shop.
"Brother Zhenguo, you haven't bought any fabric yet!”Zheng Juan was anxious. Yang Zhenguo had bought fabric for her and Guangming, but he didn't buy it for himself.
"Juan 'er, I don't like these fabrics. Let's go to the tailor shop and make your and Guangming's clothes first.”Yang Zhenguo was worried that the tailor shop would be busy during the New Year and might not be able to make Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming's clothes before the New Year.
"Brother Zhenguo, you don't have to go to the tailor shop. When I was in Taiping Lane in Jichun, I made my own clothes. I also made my mother and Guangming's clothes. However, there was no sewing machine, so the stitches were a little uneven.”
Zheng Juan's words surprised Yang Zhenguo.
"Juan 'er, did you make the clothes you're wearing?”Yang Zhenguo saw that the blue clothes on Zheng Juan's body had smooth stitches. They were not inferior to those made in the tailor shop.
"Yes, Brother Zhenguo. Your clothes will be made in the tailor shop. I'll take the clothes with Guangming home and make them. I'm free anyway."
The tailor shop charged a processing fee of two yuan for making a set of clothes, and the excess scraps were also collected by the tailor shop.
Zheng Juan couldn't bear to.
"Juan 'er, do you know how to use a sewing machine?" Yang Zhenguo didn't have a plane ticket with him, but he had a radio ticket.
It turned out that Yang Zhenguo was planning to buy a radio. A desktop radio cost 95 yuan, and a sewing machine cost 127 yuan.
For the radio, this thing was also dispensable, but with the sewing machine, Zheng Juan could save a lot of effort.
When Zheng Juan heard Yang Zhenguo mention the sewing machine, her beautiful eyes lit up.
Two dimples appeared on her pretty face.
Zheng Juan dreamed of a sewing machine.
However, it would cost more than a hundred yuan, and he would have to sew the plane ticket.
"When I was in Jichun, I knew a female tailor in the tailor shop. She asked me to do it twice. I know how to use it." Zheng Juan told Yang Zhenguo about how she had used a sewing machine in Jichun.
Zheng Juan was good at this. She told Yang Zhenguo everything about her.
He didn't hide it or hide it.
In Zheng Juan's heart, Yang Zhenguo was both her savior and her god.
He was also the man that Zheng Juan had set her eyes on for the rest of her life.
Because Yang Zhenguo was not only good to her, but also to her younger brother, Guangming.
That kind of kindness came from the heart and could not be faked.
This was what Guangming told his sister, Zheng Juan.
Although Zheng Guangming couldn't see with his eyes, he was using his heart to see the world.
"It's good that you know how to use it." Yang Zhenguo brought Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming to the state-owned mall and asked them to wait for him there.
Yang Zhenguo went to the counter where he bought the radio.
It was almost the new year. Some families with good conditions wanted to buy a radio, but it was not so easy to get a radio ticket.
Take the Red Star Rolling Mill for example.
There were only twelve radio tickets allocated to each of them.
Therefore, money was not enough to buy a radio.
Yang Zhenguo came to the counter where the radio was sold. There were a few large desktop radio sets on the counter.
An old man was wearing presbyopic glasses, and his head was almost poking into the counter.
"If you want to buy a radio, bring a ticket. You've been watching it for many days. It's useless without a ticket.”The salesperson pursed her lips impatiently.
The old man was not angry. He pointed at the radio on the counter and smiled apologetically."Lady, can I touch it?”
"You don't have tickets and you still want to touch? If you break it, who will you sell it to?"
The salesperson finally exploded.
Yang Zhenguo was amused. He pulled the old man over.
"Sir, you want to buy a radio?”
"Yes, I've saved enough money, but I don't have tickets!”The old man was very straightforward. When he spoke to Yang Zhenguo, he would occasionally look back at the desktop radio on the shelf.
He really wanted to buy a radio.
Yang Zhenguo, who had transmigrated from the future, had played with all kinds of electronic products.
He was not interested in the radio.
However, in the late 1960s and early 1970s, the radio was like the latest cell phone to ordinary people. It was as mysterious as a computer.
Even in this era, there were many elderly people who called the radio a chatterbox. They had always stubbornly believed that there must be a small person talking inside the radio.
There were two more chapters in the evening, asking for some flowers. It's mainly about motivation
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