Pinks, reds, greens, cottons, linens, silks, satins, were everywhere.
The shopkeeper was particularly sharp-eyed and invited Nan Feng in as soon as she saw her looking longingly from the doorway, "Young lady, this batch of fabric is fresh in. It's on sale now, half price! Just 20 wen for three feet!"
Nan Feng greatly regretted overeating earlier today. If she had been a bit more thrifty, maybe she could have bought a length and brought it back for Aunt Lan, the village's dressmaker, to make her a new set of clothes.
"Which one catches your eye, little sister? Can I cut it for you?" the patient shopkeeper urged.
Nan Feng weighed her coin purse and, thinking about the rice she still needed to buy, reluctantly looked at a length of dark red fabric, "Never mind, I'll buy it next time."
Ye Ge looked at the fabric, then at Nan Feng, but he didn't say anything.
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