Yang Shan has always been a man with very good ideas.

After receiving the letter from the old battalion commander, he did not even notify his family, so he packed his luggage and prepared to take the train to Bei@jingcheng.

Fortunately, the director of the retiring house has become more thoughtful and called the Yang family.

The entire Yang family exploded immediately.

Can Yangshan's body stand it when traveling thousands of kilometers from Nanhu City to Beijing?

However, Comrade Yang Shan did not intend to discuss with his family. His compromise plan was that I would allow you to send someone to follow him.

In the end, everyone compromised, and the second daughter Yang Di took a leave and took her son to serve him.

Comrade Yang Feng helped find a soft sleeper ticket and sent his father into the car quite uneasy.

Yang Shan himself was very happy. He hadn't traveled far away for many years, but this time he was quite a bit like a man talking about being crazy about young people. He also made a suit and made his hair flat, like an old man in the movie.

Everyone came and went in the carriage. When they met, they praised Yang Feng for being elegant and happy, and couldn't sit still all day long.

After two days of persistence, the slow train finally arrived at the Beijing Railway Station. Yang Di said with gratitude: "Fortunately, my brother has made a soft bed. I'll call Yang Rui and tell him not to worry."

"Don't worry, what's the hurry?" Yang Shan got off the train, walked around the platform for two times, and made a quick decision, saying, "Don't go to see Yang Rui first, let's go around the street first."

"Now? You are not tired." Yang Di looked at the crowded Beijing Railway Station and felt a burst of numbness.

"I have been sleeping on the train for two days. What else do you want? When I was young, I marched for two days and two nights, and I was dozing off while standing and not complaining about hardship and fatigue... Young people nowadays..." Yang Shan casually sent Yang Di with the words of "I feel the bitterness and the sweetness".

Comrade Yang Di, a "young man" over 40, argued unreasonably and said, "Where do you want to go to redirect? Beijing @Beijing is big, so we might as well call Yang Rui to redirect together."

"Who doesn't know Beijing@Beijing City? When I first arrived in Beijing, you wet the bed." Yang Shan snorted disdainfully.

Grandson Xie Zhen couldn't help laughing.

Yang Di had no temper at all, so he could only glar at his son and said, "Your grandpa wants to go shopping, hurry up and buy a map and ask how to get there."

Xie Zhen was stunned and whispered: "I haven't been here either."

"So let you ask."

"I...what am I asking? Where are we going?" Xie Zhen knew it was useless to ask his mother, so he turned to Yang Shan and asked, "Grandpa, where are we going?"

Yang Shan tidied his collar, smiled, and said, "Let's find a place to make a suit, let's take a taxi."

"Make a suit?" Yang Di couldn't keep up with the old man's thinking.

Yang Shan said without hesitation: "I want to make Yang Rui the same suit."

Yang Di looked at Yang Shan’s suit and was amused and crying: “If you make a suit, you should do the same thing?”

Yang Shan straightened his chest and said in a concise manner: "The people who take the train are all traveling around the world. They all said that my suit is good, so I thought to make Yang Rui's whole body."

Yang Di looked at Yang Shan’s long-waisted suit and sighed: “Yang Rui may not like it. He has been in the capital for so long, maybe he has bought a suit.”

"If you buy it, buy another one." Yang Shan said toughly: "I gave it to him, how dare he not wear it?"

Yang Di said in conscientiously: "That's sure I don't dare."

While the three of them were talking, they got into a taxi and asked the driver to find a famous tailor shop.

The taxi driver turned his eyes and pulled the three of them into an alley and said, "Don't look at this place as small, but foreigners all come here. They are our famous tailor masters in Beijing."

Three people were left behind, and the taxi drove away in a row.

Yang Shan and his group walked into the tailor shop in the alley with some hesitation.

The signature of the tailor shop looks like it has been around for a while, with only the simple "Huang Family Tailor", which sounds a bit similar to the royal family, and it feels quite tall and noble.

Next to the sign, there were also red paper with a few large characters with force and strength on the back of the paper, hanging there, with words such as "Zhongshan suit", "dress", "sweater", and "suit".

p>However, the master who was lying on his job inside the door gave people a sense of peace of mind. He stepped on the sewing machine quickly and moved his hands left and right.

Yang Shan only felt that the other party was moving neatly, so he immediately stepped forward and started talking excitedly.

The old tailor smiled and nodded from time to time, looking very stylish.

The 1980s was the era when suits were popular, which was far more popular than thirty years later. Moreover, the popularity time node was very clear. Before 1983, Chinese people did not dare to wear suits, especially cadres and workers in the system, and there were only ones in suits. However, after the central leaders took the lead in wearing suits, this trend spread all over the country overnight, so that tailors in Zhongshan suits had to learn suits instead.

As for Chinese popular culture, the importance of wearing a suit may be the first level. It is an open sign, so that the Chinese leader once met with foreign guests in Zhongshan suits, and was puzzled by the outside world whether China's reform of opening-up will be retracted. The response to this matter was the collective appearance of five Standing Committee members in suits.

This collective appearance also completely ignited China's suit culture. Not only do young people get married, suits appear, but many people wear suits to show their formality when they go out, just like old man Yangshan. Some people even play basketball and run in suits.

Of course, the uniform purchase of suits by people across the country does not mean that the production capacity of suit tailors or brand suits will be greatly improved. Therefore, two types of suits appeared on the market to fill the gap.

One is the so-called foreign suit, which is actually a second-hand suit or foreign garbage. After the whole ship is transported into the country, it is either cleaned and ironed, or sold directly. It is cheap and of good quality, and is deeply loved by the general public.

The other type is the old tailor who changed careers.

The shopkeeper and master of the "Huang Family Tailor" is an old tailor who changed his career. However, the old one is neither old nor new, which is the past two or three years. There were originally few tailors in China who could be a suit. Even those who changed their careers in 1983 were considered old, and those who entered the industry in 1984 could become masters, they would be considered old tailors. As for the Huang Family Tailor, although they entered the industry this year, they have been an old tailor who has been working as an old tailor for more than 30 years, which is very good to Yang Shan.

After a while, Yang Shan decided on the style and fabric to make - the style is the same as his own, try to use the fabric as well.

Yang Di was stubborn but the old man, so he had to detour: "At least, find Yang Rui, tailor his clothes, how to do it without consuming clothes? Do you think it's Master Huang?"

The tailor Huang Lao laughed and said, "It's OK."

The old man thought about it, but said, "I'll pay the money first. Yang Rui has money. It's not a good idea to let him pay the money at that time."

Yang Di had no choice but to say, "How many squid cloth is counted?"

"What is the body weight?"

"Height? 20 cm taller than my son, and his arms and legs are a little thicker." Yang Di pulled his son Xie Zhen over, and first slapped him and said, "You boy can't just eat and grow up."

It was useless for Xie Zhen to call the wronged, but the old tailor pulled it over and touched it carefully.

"Give it 260, you're a little cheaper, it was originally worth 300." The old tailor quoted the price.

"This is twice the price of Nanhu." Yang Di was dissatisfied.

"The material is good." The old tailor smiled at Yang Shan.

Yang Shan was very satisfied: "You have to use good materials."

"This is the best material in our store. You can't find any better ones in the city."

Yang Di didn't believe it and said, "It's too expensive, otherwise we'll go somewhere else."

"In this way... I'll get 30 yuan, the lowest price is 230 yuan." The old tailor pulled Yang Di and said, "It's not easy for me to go out. You can bear to let him accompany you around, and the fare is not cheap either."

Taxis are indeed not cheap, and you can just take a ride for more than ten yuan.

Yang Di hesitated for a moment and said, "220 yuan, I will call my nephew to tailor it."

The old tailor looked like a painful choice, and after a moment, he patted his thigh and said, "Okay, you said that, I'll give it to you. 220, I did it at a loss."

Yang Shan was very satisfied with the loss of the other party and immediately said, "Call Yang Rui and let him tailor it."

An hour later, Yang Rui, who was surprised and happy, appeared in the alley.

"Try the clothes first." Yang Shan said without saying a word, and handed Yang Rui to the old tailor first, and stood a little further to see.

It was still the second aunt Yang Di who couldn't stand it and whispered to Yang Rui to explain the whole story clearly.

Yang Rui stood in the middle of the store with laughter and tears, straightened his hands to let the tailor measure his body, and looked at his grandfather's outfit, feeling a little dazed.

At this time, Yang Shan stood straight like a pine tree. The hem of his clothes was almost at the crotch and his neck was tied with his front closure. What surprised Yang Rui the most was the cuffs. A normal suit was a shirt with a cuff exposed by one centimeter, but Yang Shan's suit covered the back of his hand.

Yang Rui suddenly realized that when the old tailor measured his arms, he actually measured the end of his fingers.

"The sleeves are too long." Yang Rui whispered.

The old tailor smiled slightly: "This is how the leaders on TV wear it."

Yang Rui recalled it, but he had no impression.

"It won't be that long, either."

"You don't understand." After saying that, the old tailor returned to the small compartment behind the door curtain, and took out two photo frames with great importance.

The photos inside are exactly the photos of Chairman Mao wearing Zhongshan suit speaking at the founding ceremony, with sleeves to the back of his hands.

"This is Zhongshan suit." Yang Rui said.

The old tailor smiled slightly and took out another photo frame. It was the photo of the leader wearing a suit two years ago.

Yang Rui was very convinced. He had never noticed that the clothes of Chinese leaders were actually large in size and had super long sleeves.

"In two days, I will attend the gathering of my old comrades. If you go with me, just wear this outfit." Comrade Yang Shan made the final decision.
Chapter completed!