Lin Wan received a letter from Zhang Shuhua that day, saying her tailor shop had already opened. She had made a few styles of clothes that were selling quite well. She even mailed two wool coats to Lin Wan. One was a short khaki coat, and the other was a dium-length bright red coat. It had to be said, the designs Zhang Shuhua made were really good.
Lin Wan wore one directly to school in the evening, and quite a few classmates said it looked good. Yin Peibai dragged her around for a long ti. She insisted on wanting that bright red wool coat.
"Lin Wan, sell this one to , and let your friend make one for you or for too. It’s perfect timing since my cousin’s birthday is in a few days; her figure is quite similar to yours."
"Since you want it for your cousin, then take it. I only wore it today for the first ti, the bright red is too conspicuous, and I don’t like it." The wool coat looked nice when wearing it, but washing it was too troubleso, and she felt a bit lazy.
"Really, thank you so much, Lin Wan."
Through this period of interaction, Lin Wan knew a bit about Yin Peibai’s father, who was a leader in a governnt departnt; she didn’t know which unit exactly. Yin Peibai’s fiancé seed to be a governnt official too, apparently working at the inspection office, and she saw him co to pick up Yin Peibai from school once.
Lin Wan speculated that her cousin’s family should also be influential people, otherwise Yin Peibai wouldn’t be so ticulous in choosing a gift for her.
To express her gratitude, Yin Peibai introduced Lin Wan to a student from the Literature Departnt when she ca to class the next day. He was in his twenties, already married, working in a paper factory. Their factory had recently produced a new type of toilet paper.
Lin Wan was overjoyed upon hearing this; living as a rebirth person for two years, she finally awaited this "benefit."
She was finally saying goodbye to the era without toilet paper, and no longer troubled by finding old newspapers for going to the toilet.
This student must have sold quite a bit at school, bringing two large packs of long toilet paper to school every day.
Five mao per jin. It was one mao cheaper than buying from the factory, and since it was introduced by Yin Peibai, upon seeing Lin Wan buying two jin, he imdiately gave her an extra two liang.
Toilet paper at this ti was still purple-red. It scattered a lot of dust with a shake. But it was already very good.
After Lin Wan returned ho, she left so for her family, and in the morning, she also sent so back to Liang Hongi.
Until now, Lin Wan used to handle her periods with cotton in nstrual bands, which was cumberso to replace each ti. So even used students’ notebooks softened up, but Lin Wan found them too hard and uncomfortable.
Now, with toilet paper, it’s simply solving a big life problem.
Lin Wan also thought about bringing so for Han Yi next ti. This was even better than giving him food and clothes.
This year, winter ca especially early, and the hotpot shop’s business was even more booming compared to last year, particularly the grilled fish, lamb skewers, and crayfish.
For the past few days, it had snowed heavily for two days in a row, and the snow on the road was knee-deep in thick places.
Their art class substitute teacher, Teacher Yang, accidentally injured his leg when he went out yesterday; it takes a hundred days to heal bone and muscle injuries, let alone the fact he’s already elder. Presumably, he cannot co to teach this winter.
While classmates were worrying about the painting class, the school arranged a young teaching assistant for them.
Seeing Li Liang on the podium, Lin Wan was completely stunned, her mind filled with Li Liang’s sweet words from her past life and his final harsh words when he turned his back.
The class suddenly had a handso male teacher, and although most of the classmates were already married, they were all elated. No matter when, it’s always a ti that values appearance.
Li Liang differed from Han Yi’s stern masculinity; he was artistic, with mid-length hair, dressed fashionably, exuding a scholarly aura. Put in the 21st century, he was a typical warm male image.
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