I didn't buy rice, so Fang Jing took Fang Hui out to a restaurant in the afternoon and spent more than 20 yuan. I have to say that a small county town also has the advantages of a small county town. The consumption level is low. It's not as good as 40 or 50 yuan to move to a first- or second-tier city.

Can't eat it.

Fang Jing, a junior high school student, lived on campus and managed to survive on 300 yuan a month. Two dishes and one soup in the cafeteria cost 4 yuan a day, and meals were free. If he saved a little, he could still have a good meal at the end of the month.

"Brother, what are we doing here? Aren't we buying pots and induction cookers?"

In the mall, Fang Hui looked at so many floors selling beautiful clothes and shoes, and almost couldn't walk. Compared with the small roadside stall she went to today, this place was so much higher.

"There is a supermarket on the fourth floor. Where can I buy it?"

In the past, Fang Jing had been here a few times when he didn't go home on weekends. He was just a temporary worker. If he wasn't tall and didn't look like a junior high school student, people would not dare to use him.

Kitchen knives, chopping boards, oil, pots and pans, a sixty-pound bag of rice, a box of salt, and an induction cooker. In less than twenty minutes, Fang Jing bought them all.

"Brother, have you finished taking all these things?"

"Isn't there still you?"

"No! I can't carry so much!" Fang Hui immediately shook his head in refusal.

At this time, a supermarket staff member took the initiative to help carry out the checkout, which totaled more than 600 yuan.

After settling the bill happily, Fang Jing did not take it away, but kept it here temporarily and led Fang Hui upstairs to buy clothes for her.

"Choose for yourself. You can buy whatever you want. I'll have to buy food and cook later."

Fang Hui curled her lips and shook her head, "It's too expensive here. A piece of compassionate care costs more than 180 yuan, so why don't we find another company?"

An ordinary T-shirt costs more than 100, which is a sky-high price for Fang Hui, who has never left the village since she was a child. With this money, she can buy many pieces.

The most expensive piece of clothing she wore was bought by Fang Jing when she was a child. She spent several days and nights fishing for lobsters. It cost thirty-eight yuan. She always remembered it.

"You don't want to choose, right? Then I'll choose it for you. Don't think it's ugly then."

"Wrap this up, along with this jacket, these pants, and a skirt. Buy a pair of sneakers, size 34, and casual shoes too..."

Fang Jing pointed out seven or eight items at once. When Fang Hui saw that the staff was really going to get them, she was frightened and stopped her. It would cost one or two thousand to buy so many items.

"Sister, don't take it yet. My brother has a seizure and we won't sell it."

The salesman selling clothes looked at the brother and sister in a funny way. The older brother looked very decent. Although he was dressed very ordinary, he was energetic, full of confidence, and generous with his actions.

The younger sister's image is a bit worse. Her clothes are all old-fashioned and her shoes are almost worn out. Her eyes kept rolling when she came in. She is a bit weird.

"Little handsome boy, who between you two makes the decision? Why don't you sit down and drink some water to discuss it?"

Qu Mei has been in the sales business for a long time. From the first glance when a customer walks in the door and a few casual conversations, she knows whether she can sell something today.

The kind of customers who wear suits and ties, or who are covered in "unknown" brands are the most difficult to deal with. They either choose this or that, and have the most demands.

You have to say that he understands it, but he doesn’t really understand it either. He only talks about half of it, pointing fingers, and talking about some clothing knowledge that he blindly learned on the Internet.

On the contrary, those with ordinary clothes and ordinary looks have the best transaction rate. They don't bother to negotiate the price and buy it if they like it.

Today, Fang Jing knew Qu Mei would be successful as soon as he opened his mouth, so he was not in a hurry. He patiently poured water and chatted with her to increase the customer's favorability. From time to time, he praised Fang Hui a few times, making both brothers and sisters happy.

Seeing her brother's resolute attitude, Fang Hui had "no choice" but to choose a few items. The salesman got up and quickly followed, leaving Fang Jing sitting alone on the sofa.

This "casual" selection lasted for more than an hour. It was dark and I couldn't make a choice. Fang Jing almost fell asleep sitting down. When I came out, Fang Hui couldn't finish all the big and small bags. The checkout was more than 700.

When she came out of the mall, Fang Hui didn't dare to look up at Fang Jing once. After all, she was the one who said she wanted to save money, and now she is the one buying the most.

"you……"

"Sister Qu said that women should be cruel to themselves. I thought that I couldn't buy clothes a few times a year. Maybe I would have no money next time, so I simply bought next year's clothes as well. Don't worry, I swear, I will never buy them again in the future.

If you buy it, buy it."

Before Fang Jing could speak, Fang Hui finished speaking quickly with a solemn expression, and his tone was firmer than ever before.

"No, I want to say that you are not cold? There is a hole in the creaking nest!"

After a moment, Fang Hui blushed, recalling that she had changed clothes before, and wondered if she had been seen? No wonder it felt so cool in the creaking nest. Now she was too embarrassed to see anyone, and she couldn't come here again in the future.

Her burning face was filled with embarrassment, and she couldn't help but feel angry when she saw Fang Jing smiling evilly. If she hadn't been holding something now, she would have really wanted to punch Fang Jing, but she didn't remind herself?

Parked at the entrance of the shopping mall was a silver Dongfeng 32 micro-car. The 2.6-meter-long carriage contained rice and the things he had bought earlier. While Fang Hui was shopping, Fang Jing took care of all this.

Although others were not watching outside, they were not afraid of the driver running away because he took a picture of the license plate number before going upstairs, and this was a new car with a retail price of nearly 50,000. The driver would not run away unless the owner had a seizure.

…

When I got home, I bought pork, tofu, cabbage, and chili on the street, and a delicious hot pot meal was about to be cooked.

Taking out a piece of meat from the pot, Fang Jing held the bowl and sighed, without looking back, "Fang Hui, can't you try it again after dinner?"

In the room, Fang Hui's bed was filled with the clothes she bought today. She tried on one after another, and she didn't stop for half an hour. She just tried them on, and asked Fang Jing every time if they looked good.

In the past, Fennel was the most greedy and would eat everything, but now he can actually resist the temptation of hot pot. I have to say that clothes are really attractive to women.

Ignoring this crazy girl, Fang Jing finished eating and went back to the room to code. He also took away the food and left Fang Hui to eat when he was hungry for a while.

When I got home, I checked my collection on my computer and found that there were already more than twenty. Six chapters and more than twenty collections, but the results were not good.

However, the number of words is now so small that no problem can be seen for the time being. Many readers like books with more than a million words.

But if you haven’t collected thousands of words after 100,000 words, then you can basically leave it alone.

That night Fang Jing continued typing until late at night, and did not stop until he heard the crow of roosters. The hard work paid off. Although his back was sore and his hands were cramping, he saved six or seven more chapters.

As soon as he stood up, Fang Jing felt his shoulders crack, "No wonder everyone who wrote novels in their previous lives had cervical spondylosis. I have some experience with it."

Just as he was about to turn off the computer, a message popped up in the background, "Hello, dear author, your new book has reached the contracting standards. Please contact Xianxia editor Changhe, Penguin account ******. The specific contract contract will be linked later.

"

"yeah!"

Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew it was a good book, he was really afraid that the editor would not sign it.

After all, every editor has different tastes. You may think your writing is good, but the editor thinks it is worthless.
Chapter completed!