Chapter 3: The wicked want to be tortured by the wicked

This stupid son of a landlord is really rich!!!

Yan Bing felt happy as he counted the loot.

The condemnation of conscience just now has long since dissipated.

Now there are three silver notes of one thousand taels in the purse, four silver notes of one hundred taels, two silver notes of ten taels, some broken silver and a dozen copper plates.

Plus a crystal clear jade pendant.

It must be a wealthy family.

Yan Bing muttered to himself while stuffing the jade pendant and money bag into his inner pocket.

This jade pendant... I'm not short of money for the time being, so I'll just keep it as an object.

Just now, I had been worrying about the future. Now, in the blink of an eye, I became a rich man. As soon as I relaxed my mind, I felt hungry.

After packing up the soft Yan Bing, I inquired about the location of the book market and picked up some street snacks.

Yan Bing ate hot buns while looking at the streets and gatehouses, strolling on the way to the book market.

After I relaxed, I no longer felt so nervous. It felt more like I was traveling.

The ancients had great knowledge of wooden architecture! Yan Bing couldn't help but praise in his heart.

When I was a child, I visited the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace, but they were all royal gardens. There were only a few lonely small buildings, and most of them were gardens and city walls.

When I walk through this ancient building complex in person and look at the endless wooden buildings on the street, I feel completely different and particularly dreamy.

Every small building is so exquisite and elegant, with different colors but unified style.

Blue tiles and white walls, red columns and beams.

This kind of shock made him temporarily forget that he was a homeless child from time travel, and he felt truly joyful.

Yan Bing just sighed and walked away.

People on the street also pointed at Yan Bing.

But he seemed to be used to it and didn't care.

Until he passed by a tailor shop, Yan Bing stood still...

Although I am used to the pointing and pointing along the way, it is best to get rid of it.

But to get rid of these pointing fingers, there are two ways in front of us...

Or, a woman disguises herself as a man... But with her looks..., she can't even pretend to be a man...

Or, wear women's clothing..., but his self-esteem as a man (inner) will face a bursting impact...

Once you enter women's clothing, you are as deep as the sea...

Thinking of my sister who loves cosplay, she couldn't help but tremble when she saw this slogan uttered by the cross-dressing man.

To live or not to live….

This... is a question that only those who have nothing to do think about it!!!

With a sudden change of heart, Yan Bing strode into the tailor shop.

"Oh, is this a eldest lady who is educated outside? This dress is very elegant, but it's a bit too big..."

As soon as I entered the door, I was greeted by an aunt.

Yan Bing looked at the furnishings in the store. It was less than 100 square meters, but most of them were men's gowns. Four or five clerks were dealing with various male customers. There were only two aunts wearing women's gowns, which were a small half.

It seems extremely deserted here.

Think about it, most ladies in this era basically stay in the boudoir, so it’s no wonder that most of the people you see on the street are men.

Although Yan Bing is also a man, he doesn't like this ancient custom at all.

Fortunately, the times have progressed and the culture has become more enlightened. Otherwise, it would be difficult for a student like him who studied hard in a poor family to "quench his thirst by looking at plum blossoms" on the street.

"Miss, are you going to change back into my Liangguo clothes? Or are you going to customize a set of the same foreign clothes?"

Seeing that Yan Bing didn't speak for a long time, the aunt on the side hurriedly made official sales.

"Although we don't have as many styles as Huanshalou's, we are better at fine workmanship and fair prices. As long as the lady likes the style, our workmanship will surely satisfy her."

The aunt was still selling hard, but Yan Bing caught his eye at a colorful dress hanging in the middle. The whole body was made of white gauze with a hint of green until the hem of the skirt. The waist was lightly powdered, tied with a green sash, and a peach-colored skirt.

Phi silk.

Before she came in, she had thought that she must choose an outfit that was as neutral as possible. This was her biggest compromise, but she didn't know whether it was because of her gender change or some other reason. After seeing this colorful dress, she couldn't move.

He moved, staring at the suit of clothes without blinking.

The aunt has seen countless customers, isn't her discerning knowledge worth it? She quickly ordered someone to take off the skirt and put it in front of Yan Bing, while she kept saying, "Girl, you have good taste! This is the latest update from our colorful girl."

It is designed because our store is not as famous as Huanshalou and the clothes are priced very high. We haven’t sold any of them yet. If you buy it, miss, it will be the only one we have in the capital. Plus, miss, you are so tall.

I’m so cool, when I walk on the street, all my clothes will be stained……………….”

Dazzled by the rainbow fart and the unique color matching of this colorful outfit, Yan Bing paid the deposit in a daze before regaining consciousness.

Yan Bing put his hands on his forehead... and was immersed in the constant brainwashing and regret of "I am a boy, I am a boy, I am a boy..."

But when the aunt told her that she would not be able to pick it up until half a month later, she felt extremely disappointed. What the hell...

"Aren't there any ready-made clothes?"

After struggling for a long time, Yan Bing finally asked this question.

"Miss, please stop making trouble. Look at the workmanship and texture. The shop is run on a small budget. It would be great to have a sample of clothes hanging here... This size requires tailor-made Jingui Caiqun. How can we just prepare it?"

Wearing ready-made clothes..."

After hearing this, Yan Bing became even more disappointed.

I could only say angrily, "Please, aunt, please measure the size."

"Okay, miss, please go to the second floor and wait a moment. Xiao Wu, serve tea! Please come upstairs."

Yan Bing went upstairs, and what he saw was antique furniture and potted plants. He found a tea seat and sat down, and a scent of aroma wafted over him. After looking carefully, he found that there was a stick of incense burning on the round table in the center of the hall.

After a while, the waiter came up with tea and hurried downstairs again.

Tea fragrance, sandalwood, wooden chairs, potted plants.

This kind of treatment, if not for the fact that the Chinese are the ancestors of businessmen, he would not have received this kind of treatment when he was determined to buy a certain Mani suit.

While he was thinking about it, a young girl slowly walked out from the next cubicle, walked up to Yan Bing, bowed and said, "Little girl, please help me measure myself."

Yan Bing put down his teacup, said oh, and stood up.

The girl stepped forward slowly, took out a wooden ruler from her waist, approached it, and measured it...

By visual inspection, this ruler should be about 30 centimeters...

Yan Bing, who has a background in science and engineering, guessed it with just his eyes.

"Height, five feet two inches," the girl said silently while measuring.

Five feet, one inch and three points..., 1.55 meters!? I am 1.83 meters tall! I shrunk to 1.55 meters! No wonder the sleeves and trouser legs are so much longer... Yan Bing muttered in his heart.

The girl squatted down halfway and measured Yan Bing's waist. "Waist width, 6 inches."

"shoulder width……."

As the girl spoke, she straightened up.

The two people's faces were very close to each other, and it was only then that Yan Bing noticed that the girl's appearance was so stunning, but she was a little more royal than her, and her appearance was no worse than hers.

She has eyebrows with willow leaves, an oval face, double eyelids, a straight nose, a pair of blurred eyes, but there is a coldness to her, and she looks half a head taller than herself.

It was the first time that such a beauty was so close to him. It was the first time that Yan Bing had grown so big, and he couldn't help but breathe quickly.

"Shoulder width..., one foot wide."

As if she felt the abnormal breathing of the person opposite her, the girl couldn't help but take two steps back. She couldn't help but wonder, why is it that she is a woman and feels so unnatural as if she is being scrutinized by a man?

Maybe she was overthinking it... The girl smiled and said: "Miss, the size has been measured. I didn't expect that the lady has such a good figure and is exactly the same size as the sample I got. I really envy you... unlike me.

...so strong and strong..."

sturdy!?

you?

Stop making trouble, okay? Your figure was like a model figure in my era.

Then I thought about it again and compared it with the height of ancient men... and I understood.

"Sister, despite her stoutness, she is clearly tall and beautiful. Don't underestimate yourself." Yan Bing returned the smile and replied.

The girl was stunned. She had said the second half of the sentence so quietly that she might not have been able to hear it clearly. She actually heard it, but she was grateful for her kindness, so she smiled, bent slightly, and went downstairs.

Presumably, she is the girl in colorful clothes that the aunt mentioned just now, right?

Yan Bing thought about it as he went downstairs.

I thought about the close contact with the tall beauty just now, and couldn't help but blush a little.

Yan Bing felt happy, and the burden on her mind about whether to wear a skirt or not was no longer so heavy.

"Auntie, the measurements are correct. I've ordered the clothes. I want the sample dress too!"

The aunt who was still chatting with the girl in colorful clothes was suddenly stunned. She looked at Yan Bing and said, "Miss, I'm afraid I'm joking. I only have one piece of clothing like this and sell it to you. We don't have Zhanyi these days. I'm afraid."

We will also have to close several fewer transactions, and the money cannot be calculated..."

"Why is it so hard to calculate? Let me calculate it for you. If you sell this dress for one or two and a half cents, I will calculate your net profit as half, which is seven cents and five cents. From today on, fifteen days later, I will calculate it.
To be continued...