Lin Zhiyu and Yang Liu went downstairs to Teacher Fang's house, where he lived on the second floor of the No. 1 Middle School Teacher's Building.

Yang Liu didn't rush up, took out a medium-sized satchel from the package and gave it to Lin Zhiyu: "This is for Shi Niang, it can be regarded as a little bit of our heart." ”

Lin Zhiyu took the beautiful bag and said to Yang Liu: "When I have money in the future, I will buy you a skin." ”

Yang Liu smiled and nodded: "Come up, I'll go to the silk factory and prepare to sell these things I made." If you don't see me at the four small gates, come to the gate of the county silk factory to find me. ”

Last night, in the afternoon, plus staying up all night, I made a total of six bags.

The sheets she used to make her baggage were spread out, and the bags were laid out one by one, from small to large.

At this time, the people were all dressed in gray clothes, and there were few bright colors on their bodies. It is true that the color of good cloth is brighter, but it is not breathable in summer, not warm in winter, and not cheap, so there are not many people who wear it.

However, it is good to use it as a decal on a bag, which is crisp, bright and does not fade.

When Yang Liu arrived at the silk factory, the workers were still at work, and there were only a few people at the door who also sold small things chatting.

She came late, and she was a newcomer, so she was a little farther away from everyone.

Those people often set up stalls here, familiar with each other, and suddenly saw a beautiful girl posing a bunch of colorful things, and they couldn't help but turn their heads to look, half looking at people, half looking at things.

The eldest sister on the left is in her forties, dressed in blue, and in front of her is a triangular cake, a cake made of rice, white and tender with the fragrance of rice.

Yang Liu was a little surprised, the rice in this era is not enough to eat, and someone actually does the rice cake business?

Yang Liu sat on the edge of the sheet and took out a piece of cloth to embroider flowers, and was idle anyway.

Suddenly, someone stood in front of her stall and asked, "Did you make this bag yourself?" How to sell? ”

Yang Liu raised her head and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a white shirt and dark gray trousers, with short hair pinned neatly behind her ears; He was crouching down and picking up a small bucket bag to look at it carefully.

"Yes, I made it myself, and this bag in your hand is twenty yuan." Yang Liu stood up and smiled calmly and politely.

The woman frowned, glanced at Yang Liu, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with her offer, "Aren't you a lion opening her mouth?" Just a little bit of fabric costs a month's salary for the worker. ”

Yang Liu still smiled gently: "You are joking, this is not to see the amount of fabric, but to be unique, and it is more face-saving to propose it." ”

The woman was even more displeased, and said with a cold face: "I can't eat enough, what's the use of saving face?" ”

"Oh, there are always people in the world who are well-fed and want to save face, there are only five in this bag, and I made it with a stitch and a thread, the most important thing is this creativity and novelty, even if you go to Shanghai, you may not be able to buy such a style."

Listening to Yang Liu's words, the woman was silent, and picked up the other bags in turn and looked at them carefully.

Yang Liu smiled lightly and looked at her quietly, dressed normally, but very clean, with a pair of polished leather shoes on his feet, it could be seen that this person was rich.

He looks like he is thirty or forty years old, with deep Sichuan lines in the center of his eyebrows, thin lips and a slightly square chin, which makes the lines a little hard.

A small car was parked not far behind her, and a young man stood and looked at the woman, apparently waiting for the woman.

This woman should always call the shots.

The woman finally asked, "How many of these bags are there?" ”

Yang Liu's expression did not move, and he smiled slightly: "The small bag is two forty, the middle bag is twenty-five, the big bag is thirty, and this backpack is forty, a total of one hundred and thirty-five." ”