I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 51 Borrowing Clothes

Meanwhile, Li Xingxing is in an awkward position.

The Cuihua woman who showed her the way when she first entered Dalizi Village came to borrow clothes from her.

Borrow her cotton-padded clothes and trousers, and borrow her red corduroy jacket and black trousers that she had not worn but was being washed and ready to be put away.

The old man just died, and she didn't want to wear red and green.

"My youngest son, your Sandan brother's day is set on the [-]th of the twelfth lunar month, but his father-in-law's house is cleaner than his face, and your sister-in-law doesn't even have clothes to go out. So, how does it look like a wedding? For a happy event, you look good in red, and your clothes are bright in the whole village, so I came to borrow your clothes to wear for a day and bring them back to you that night."

Li Xingxing did not want to borrow it.

Even if she didn't have a deep clean addiction, she didn't want to lend her underwear to others to wear it and then bring it back to wear it herself.

Does anyone know if they have skin diseases?
The weather is freezing cold, maybe there is no place to wash your hair and take a bath, and the other party is sloppy.

Li Xiuhong saw her daughter's embarrassment and immediately said: "Sister-in-law, I don't believe that your family can't find a set of clothes to go out."

"There are more than a dozen people in the family, just three cotton-padded jackets and trousers made a few years ago. They are black and dirt-resistant. Whoever goes out wears them. The jackets are already patches on top of each other. Your brother and I have to wear one each on the wedding day, right? You? The nephew also has to wear one suit to meet his relatives, where can he find a third suit for his daughter-in-law to wear." Cuihua told the truth.

Extremely poor, there are many people who do not have cotton clothes for winter.

Their family is not the first, nor the last, nor the only.

Li Xingxing has a hard time believing that someone is so poor, "Could it be that the cousin's family can't even find a cotton-padded coat? The big deal is to wear it for marriage first, and then send it back when it's over!"

"Hey! I said no, their whole family is wearing cotton underwear and her father is wearing them!"

"So poor?"

"That's not right! If it wasn't for being very poor and cutting out the cooking, it would be our turn to marry a daughter-in-law." Cuihua showed a bit of pride, and said to Li Xiuhong, "A basket of sweet potatoes can be replaced by a yellow-flowered daughter-in-law. There is nothing like this. A more cost-effective deal! I think when your elder brother married his daughter-in-law, some wanted a watch, some wanted a bicycle, and some wanted quilts, new clothes, and new furniture. The bones are squeezed out of oil!"

Li Xiuhong smiled lightly: "There are three niece-in-laws with urban household registrations. Whether they are temporary workers or regular workers, they all have a wage job, so the requirements are naturally higher."

"So, only your family has clothes that I can borrow! Xingxing's clothes are so beautiful."

Li Xingxing said, "It's inconvenient! My darling, I understand your needs very well, but I only have two clothes, and I can't change them. How can I lend them to others?"

Cuihua was a little unhappy: "You have two, and no one else."

"Others don't have it, it's someone else's business, I have it is mine, and I can't lend it to others just because I have it." Li Xingxing was young and energetic, but no matter what the world is, "Clothes are personal items, very personal things. You can't just borrow it."

She said to Li Xiuhong that she had worn the sweater and pants, but in fact she didn't wear her upper body once.

Li Xiuhong grabbed a few hard candies and stuffed them into Cuihua's hands, "Sister-in-law, eat candy! She's a child and a girl, of course she doesn't like other people wearing her own clothes. Don't take her words to heart, I have a dark red blouse sent to me by Nian En, which is very fashionable in Shanghai, and an old cotton-padded jacket, you can take it to the wife of three eggs to wear, and then send it back when you are done."

Cuihua clutched the candy tightly, turning her anger into joy.

(End of this chapter)