Just now, when Su Changying was secretly stuffing money for Su Yan, Su Fang happened to see it.

She pursed her lower lip, and her face was very unsightly.

The aunt has always been partial to Su Yan, when she was young, she was a red head rope tied to her hair, a Tianzi grid, a penny pencil, and an eraser.

When she grew up, her aunt would buy Su Yan fabrics for clothes, plastic sandals, and school bags.

After Su Yan went to high school, her aunt often secretly gave her pocket money, at first three cents and five cents, and two pieces in the back.

Su Yan would never take these things out to share with her, she would rather make a shirt for that Sun Zhiqiang, dress herself enough to be sloppy, and give the money to other men.

Su Fang looked down on Su Yan's ignorance, a thing that didn't know how to turn inside and out, how could she make her aunt like her so much? And where was she worse than her? Why could she only pick up the leftover clothes, shoes and socks that she wore from childhood to adulthood?

The more Su Fang thought about it, the more she felt that she was on fire, her glutinous white teeth bit her lower lip, and she turned around and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

After Su Yan sent her aunt back, she hid in the room, she spread out the two big unity sheets, carefully put them away and put them close to her body, thinking about going to the county early tomorrow morning to have a walk, no matter what small business you want to do, you must first understand the local social situation and do a good job of market research.

Twenty yuan is not enough to buy a cup of coffee in modern times, but in this era, it is almost a month's salary for a junior worker.

Su Yan was carrying a huge amount of money, and she was a little excited and a little apprehensive.

She lay on the kang for a while, couldn't sleep, and simply got up and took out a wood-colored paper shell book from her schoolbag, about the size of A5, the paper was quite thick to the touch, not very slippery, but it was just the blank drawing paper that Su Yan needed.

I found a 2B pencil, reclined on the quilt, rested the notebook on my bent knees, and began to draw.

Su Yan studied design, and she was very good at painting, and when she was studying in country Y, she followed Uncle Fang's family to visit various fashion exhibitions.

Uncle Fang's wife, Aunt Ye, is very obsessed with fashion, she is a fashion designer, and enjoys a high reputation in the fashion and apparel industry in country Y.

Su Yan has been exposed to it over the years, and her taste in dress has also been greatly improved, and her mastery of fashion elements has become increasingly acute.

The dress of the eighties was mostly loose and fat, and there was no beauty to speak of. Su Yan also roughly understood the fashion trends of the eighties and nineties, and knew that in a few years, all kinds of flower skirts, bell bottoms, and tight bodybuilding pedal pants would appear on the street, which shows that people still have the pursuit of fashion and beauty, and their ability to accept it is still very good.

Although Su Yan can't make clothes, she can design, maybe she can eat the designer's bowl of rice.

Of course, the elements that are too avant-garde at the moment are still not enough, and they have to be gradual.

Su Yan held his chin with a pencil in his hand, went through the preset draft in his mind, imagined how this dress felt on his body, and after thinking about it, he lowered his head and carved the details.

After a while, a three-dimensional picture of the shirt appeared on the page.

Su Yan completely showed the front, side, and back of the shirt in a three-dimensional form. In the bottom corner is a tiled diagram with simple markings such as shoulder width and chest circumference.