Rebirth of the Prosperous Garden: The Proud Girl of the Farm

On the way, Su Wei passed by a silk shop, and she stopped. After thinking for a moment, she walked in.

To be honest, this store wouldn't be that great if it were opened in a big city, but in this remote town, it is a place that only the ladies here often visit.

The various beautiful silk products inside were dazzling. There were not many people in the store at this time, but she, a child, came in and didn't attract anyone's attention.

After choosing for a long time, I picked the cheapest small handkerchief, with a pink background and embroidered with peach blossoms, and a lifelike butterfly, as if it was about to fly out of the handkerchief.

"Auntie, how much does this cost?" Su Wei asked.

The waiter said impatiently: "Can you afford it for three yuan?"

Three dollars doesn't sound like a lot now, but in the 1990s, how much did a pound of meat cost? Su Wei didn't know the price outside, but in their village, a pound of meat cost only 1.5 yuan.

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Who from a poor family is willing to spend two kilograms of meat to buy something as big as a palm? In the eyes of the poor, isn't a piece of cloth pulled from old clothes just a handkerchief? It has to be embroidered with a few flowers to call it a handkerchief.

Just like the current market price, meat costs more than 10 yuan per pound, and a handkerchief costs 30 yuan at this price, which is not cheap.

Su Wei took out three one-dollar bills from a pile of change and said, "Buy one."

The waiter was dumbfounded at the time. She was just a part-time worker, and her monthly salary was only more than a hundred yuan, but she couldn't bear to spend a penny here! This child looked so poorly dressed, how could she be willing to spend three yuan to buy it?

A handkerchief? And as a child, what would she do with such a good handkerchief?

She didn't take the money, but just signaled to the people next to her with her eyes, and then said to Su Wei fiercely: "Kid, tell the truth. Did you steal this money?"

Su Wei almost laughed. If a person is poor, if he has money, he must have stolen it. Where does this logic come from?

"Auntie, are you an undercover agent sent by the police station to lurk here?" Su Wei asked.

"Of course not!" The clerk was a little annoyed by this question, but before she could ask the question, Su Wei spoke again.

"If it's not, then why is it only the police uncle's business?" Su smiled and raised the money in his hand, "Should I sell it or not?"

"You don't look like a good boy! Tell me, whose money did you steal from? If you don't tell me, I will call the police!" The clerk confirmed her judgment, and in her heart, she didn't want to say it herself.

Shame on you.

Even if the money is not stolen, ordinary children will run away if she scares them like this. As long as they can't tell where the money came from, she will win.

"Auntie, then report it. Framing is also a crime, and the person you framed is a minor. You have to think clearly about the consequences." Su Wei rolled her eyes.

She was just passing by to buy a useful handkerchief, but she didn't expect to encounter something like this.

It's really not scary to be poor. What's scary is that in some people's abnormal concept, if you are poor, you should engage in petty theft. They will look down on you no matter what.

Their words aroused a small crowd. Seeing that it was difficult to get off, the female clerk relied on the fact that she was an adult and the other person was just a child, and together with her colleagues, she accused Su Wei of being wrong.