After nodding in response, the owner of the ready-to-wear store walked to the counter and began to exchange silver tickets for Song Qing.

Two 100 taels and two 50 taels, the owner of the garment store counted the silver tickets and handed them to Song Qing.

The silver ticket can be seen at a glance, so Song Qing doesn't need to count it after taking it.

After Song Qing took the silver ticket, he reached out and took a small amount and handed it to the owner of the ready-to-wear store.

"Checkout."

"Okay, miss, I'll give you change."

After the owner of the ready-to-wear store took it, he smiled and gave Song Qing a silver ticket of twenty taels.

The remaining ten taels of silver were replaced with broken silver and a string of copper plates, put them into a new money bag, and handed them to Song Qing together.

Looking at the money bag and silver ticket handed over, Song Qing stretched out his hand to take it.

"Thank you."

"By the way, boss, can you borrow a place to wash your face and change your clothes."

"Absolutely." The owner of the ready-to-wear store shouted inside the curtain of the inner room as he walked directly.

"Ma'am."

"Here we are."

The owner of the ready-to-wear store just screamed, and soon a woman in her thirties came out of the back room.

The woman is a little fat, quite blessed, and she matches the owner of this ready-to-wear store.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that his wife came out, the owner of the ready-to-wear store said with a smile: "This young lady needs to wash and change clothes." ”

After hearing this, the proprietress looked at Song and nodded with a chuckle.

"Okay, this young lady, please come with me."

"Thank you."

After thanking Song lightly, he followed the owner of the ready-to-wear store into the back room......

Because Song Qing is a girl, the proprietress lent her daughter's room to her, and asked someone to bring her a large basin of hot water, plus a clean towel.

Song Qing simply washed up, and wiped his body with a towel by the way. When she wiped it, it was the energy to avoid rubbing the wound, so as not to wipe the medicine that she had applied before.

Although I don't know what kind of medicine is rubbed on my body, it is definitely a good medicine that can make the bruises fade after one night.

So, you can't wash it off.

Moreover, the injury on her foot obviously will take several days to heal, so naturally she can't take it apart or touch the water.

Therefore, I can't take a comfortable bath before the injury is healed, and now I can only wipe it, and as for taking a bath, I still have to wait until the injury is healed.

After a simple wash and wipe, Song Qing stood by the bed and began to get dressed.

The upper body wore a belly pocket, the lower body long pants, and then a bandeau skirt, and then the coat.

The clothes that Song Qing bought were all the ones that looked relatively simple, so they were not very complicated to wear.

But even so? Song Qing, who wore this kind of clothes for the first time, couldn't avoid being in a hurry and messing around for a long time.

After Song Qing got dressed, he couldn't help but walk to the bronze mirror and take a look in the mirror.

The clothes are beautiful.

Blue costume dress? White camellia embroidered on the chest of the skirt and on the hem? There is a bow tied on the outside of the bandeau and the blue camellia belt hangs down from the chest.

This dress? Simple and elegant? Wearing it on the body gives people a gentle and virtuous feeling.

No wonder there are so many modern people who like to wear ancient costumes and wear ancient costumes? It's really beautiful

After Song Qing changed his clothes, he folded the large silver tickets he put on the table and stuffed them into his chest and put them close to his body.

That's right, it's close-fitting? Who would have thought that she had hidden the silver ticket here.

This is just in case.

lest it all be put in the purse, for if the purse is dropped or stolen, then she will drink the northwest wind.

"Sister, are you alright?"

The voice of the lady of the ready-to-wear store was heard.

Hearing the voice, Song raised his feet lightly and walked to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door.

"I'm all right."

At this time, a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old was standing at the door.

A little girl in a light pink dress? The hair is braided, tied behind him with a ribbon, and a beaded flower is inserted on each side of the head.

The dress is very clear.

With a chubby face, she looks pretty good, and this little girl looks very similar to the proprietress of a ready-to-wear store.

At this time, the little girl was holding a white turban embroidered with silk flowers.

"Sister? This is what my mother asked me to bring to you? Can you usually use it as a headscarf? When not in use, it can be used to pack clothes. ”

Song Qing reached out and took it when he heard it.

"Thanks? I needed it just right. ”

The turban in your hand is good on the fabric? And when spread out, it's the size of a square table, which is brand new? It's pretty to look at, too.

"Thanks, I'll pay."

The little girl smiled and waved her hand

"No, my mother said that this is for you, and it is a gift for buying clothes."

"That's it, thank you."

Song said softly and walked to the table with a headscarf, stretching out his hand to spread it on the table.

Next, Song Qing folded the lounge clothes he had changed into and put them underneath, and then he bought another set of white embroidered azalea clothes.

After folding and placing the underwear and outer clothes one by one, Song Qing's eyes fell on the moon-white cloak on the bed.

Seeing the cloak, a pair of cold eyes subconsciously appeared in Song Qing's mind.

“……”

Song Qing silently reached out and picked it up, and then folded it layer by layer and put it on top.

After everything was packed, Song Qing washed the corner of the headscarf tightly.

After making sure to tie it, Song Qing put the burden on his shoulders and followed the daughter of the owner of the ready-to-wear store out......

When Song Qing walked out of Lin's ready-to-wear store refreshed, it was almost noon.

At this time, the streets are still full of people, and occasionally horse-drawn carriages pass by, which is very lively.

"Rock sugar gourd, delicious rock sugar gourd."

"Steamed buns, delicious meat buns, three cents a piece."

"Selling cloth, newly arrived cloth, don't miss it when you pass by."

Song walked slowly on the street, watching everyone buy things and pay, listening to all kinds of cries.

Song walked and stopped, and after a circle, she probably understood the current prices.

One tael of silver is equal to 1,000 yuan, and the meat buns on the street are only three yuan a piece, and the rock sugar gourd is also a string of three yuan.

The noodles on the street cost five or six yuan a bowl, so when converted like this, it means that the average person's monthly expenses are about two taels of silver.

And the average person's monthly salary is two taels to three taels of silver, of course, this is just the expenses of ordinary people.

After Song Qing learned about the approximate price of this world, he couldn't help but raise his hand and take a look at the clothes he was wearing.

Her clothes are very expensive to buy.

Because of walking down, Song Qing found that many passers-by wore clothes in very ordinary condition, at least most of them were not as good as Song Qing's.

After Song Qing walked around again, he felt hungry. Turning his head to look around, he finally walked towards the noodle stall.

Standing in front of facial paralysis and doing business is a young couple, in their twenties.

After Song Qing approached, he couldn't help but shout: "Boss, come to a bowl of noodles." ”