The first floor of the department store sells non-staple food, and the second floor sells clothing.

Rutang was buying tea, turned around and disappeared in Yaoyang.

Rutang was wondering where he had gone, when he saw Yu Yaoyang with one hand in his pocket, and slowly walked down the stairs with an expression that there was no opponent on the whole street, and something was caught in his elbow.

"Now." He threw the thing in his elbow over, Rutang caught it, and after seeing it clearly, he trembled.

This is a dress that can be called the tears of the times.

Huge wide padded shoulders, half-length but not short length, and a burly fit for whoever wears it.

What made Rutang speechless was the pattern of this dress, the white material was indeed good and stained with big red flowers, and when he looked at it from a distance, it looked like a victim who ran out of the murder scene covered in blood.

"I used to look at the red one, which is richer than this, and I don't know which two fools bought it first, this is difficult, you will wear it and take pictures when you get the certificate."

Yu Yaoyang deliberately said lightly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of pride, and he had been brewing for a long time at first glance.

"Also, still take pictures?!" Rutang's eyes were dark.

"Brother Yaoyang, the photo of the marriage certificate is permanent, let's look like a match, right?" She took out all the social skills of being a rich woman in her previous life.

Yu Yaoyang nodded with satisfaction, why does the sentence "look like a match" sound so comfortable?

"I'm dressed so fancy, red and white, how do you match it, why don't we all wear it simpler?" If you see the dagger in the picture, the true purpose is exposed.

"Look, what is this?" Yu Yaoyang took out something from his trouser pocket and shook it in front of Rutang.

Without all preparations, is he embarrassed to marry such a beautiful daughter-in-law?

"Ah, this ......" Rutang swallowed.

In his hand, it turned out to be a bow tie, bright red, and the bow tie in front was still decent, but it was connected with an elastic band, and it was put on when he wore it, like a fake collar, and the bow tie was also very popular with young people.

"I have a white shirt, so I'll wear this!" Yu Yaoyang thought very simply when he bought a bow tie, he couldn't afford a woolen suit and didn't let him buy a woolen bow tie?

"How much did you buy it?" Rutang asked.

Yu Yaoyang compared to five fingers.

"Five cents?" Rutang asked hopefully.

"Five cents sell you a bungee cord! Five pieces! The salesman said, this is wool, and there is wool in it! ”

Five bucks! Rutang's eyes were dark again, as if he saw a conch in a large tin laundry tub, and flew away with wings.

Limited by the production process and output, this dress is indeed very expensive, this bow tie is made of woolen fabric, which is the most high-end fabric, and five yuan cannot be said to be slaughtered.

But the problem is that no matter how good the material is, it can't be high-end when strangled with a bungee rope, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bow on the neck of a dog in later generations.

It's still a big red, and it's okay to barely use it when you get married, but you don't have a chance at all on weekdays.

"Can I get it back?" She asked if she would rather buy a piece of cloth with some extra money, and that it would be better for her to make one for him than to buy such a festive bow tie.

"What is the retreat? When we have a son in the future, I'll pass this on to him! Yu Yaoyang even made a good plan for the future.

"Uh, what if I can't give birth to a son?"

"Then leave it to the son-in-law!"

"......" Rutang suddenly felt sorry for his future son and son-in-law.

After a delay in the mall, I went to Uncle Wang's house to get the stove, and it was more than 11 o'clock at the train station.

Yu Yaoyang set up the stall, carried the boiling kettle into the station, and asked the staff who was bought by him with "virtue" yesterday to make hot water for tea.

Sister Zhang was so happy when she saw her coming, the pot of fried sea screws last night deepened the plastic friendship between the two, and Sister Zhang even helped Rutang set up a stall together.

"Have you heard, Sister Ying was arrested!" Sister Zhang's eyebrows danced.

"When?" Rutang pretended not to know.

"After the two of you had diarrhea and closed the stall, a lot of policemen came, and they carefully checked the outside of the station, wanted to arrest Sister Ying's accomplices, and posted a reward order."

Sister Zhang compared the telephone pole in front of her, Rutang ran over to see, after Sister Ying was arrested, she confessed that there was an accomplice on the run, and a reward of 50 yuan was offered.

"It's okay now, the security of our station can be better for a while, it's time for them to do bad things! God took them! Sister Zhang gritted her teeth and was very relieved, contrary to yesterday's timidity and fear of causing trouble.

Rutang looked at her with a smile.

Most ordinary people are like Sister Zhang, and they are not without a sense of justice, but they dare not expose it for fear of being retaliated against by the wicked.

Yesterday, the ladies who watched and stole the craft came again, and they gathered in a circle early, and Rutang did not pick up people, and fried her small seafood.

Today, there are more fried clams project, two cents a plate, it looks like a lot, in fact, after the clams are cooked, the shell is opened to fill the number, and several ladies are in the front row to taste, and give a lot of evaluation.

Sister Zhang's eyes on the side are about to turn to the sky, and the old lady just likes to take advantage!

However, when Rutang handed her a little tasting, Sister Zhang still took it with a smile.

The seasonings are all the same, the taste of the fried is not the same, if you want to say that it is delicious, or the fried clams are delicious, it is also convenient to eat, one bite at a time, and the price is the same.

Clams are not as good as fried sea screws, which makes Rutang very surprised, and if you think about it carefully, it is easy to understand.

The clams looked a lot, but they ate too quickly, and they ate after sitting there for a while.

The conch is slowly instigated, a cup can be gnawed for a long time, and the fried clams are served on a plate, which will give everyone the illusion of "this is a dish".

The food near the train station is generally a little more expensive than in the city, but despite this, the small restaurant on the side of the road fried a plate of vegetables, and the pieces of eight cents are also full.

In such a comparison, Rutang's clams really have no advantage.

Seeing that more than ten catties of small conch clams were sold out, and there were still a lot of clams left, Yu Yaoyang was ready to collect the stall and return to the village, but he couldn't sell it and left him to eat, people couldn't finish eating, and there were no chickens and ducks.

Rutang is unwilling, she collects clams, which means that she is completely sure that she can sell it, and let such a delicious thing be left, it shouldn't be.

There will be fewer people at the train station at noon, and there is no point in continuing to spend time here.

"Brother Yaoyang, let's go into the city."

"....... tease me? Are you going to sell fried clams to locals? "How is this possible!

"Do you want to make a bet with me, I won, return the bow tie and the wedding dress, and I'll arrange it for you."

"Brother, I'm sure I'll win nine times out of ten, and I still need to gamble?" Yu Yaoyang wanted to blow a few words, but thinking that he seemed to lose to her like this yesterday, he coughed twice.

"I'm a good young man now, can a good young man gamble? My father-in-law is still receiving re-education from the party because of gambling. ”

"If you win, I'll give you the same treatment I did before I entered the house last night."

Just, chirp or something.

"Bet!" Yu Yaoyang heard an impassioned voice reply.

Hey, is this what he's talking about?! Why does his mouth always have its own thoughts?