Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 7 This outfit is so beautiful!

"So lovely!"

Jiang's mother praised him sincerely, her eyes and brows beaming with joy.

Even Jiang's father, who was usually stern and rarely smiled, revealed a rare smile: "Yangzi, you have this skill? That's impressive!"

Jiang Yang felt a surge of pride at being praised by his family. Although he wasn't a fashion designer in his previous life, he still possessed a keen eye and aesthetic sense, making a simple floral dress a piece of cake for him.

Jiang Yang then immediately made a new set of clothes for his parents and himself.

The shirt I made for Jiang's mother was a light blue one. The design was simple and elegant, with small ruffles at the collar and cuffs, making it both fashionable and dignified.

Jiang's father wore a khaki jumpsuit with a tough cut, reminiscent of the workwear style popular in later generations.

He made himself a white T-shirt and paired it with washed denim jeans.

These clothes were quite avant-garde for 1979, especially Jiang Yang's own. In that era, he would definitely stand out in a crowd.

At this moment, Lin Xiulan and Jiang Dashan looked at these novel clothes with some hesitation on their faces.

"Yangzi, isn't this outfit... a bit too... flashy?" Lin Xiulan asked worriedly. She had never worn such "flashy" clothes in her life.

"Yeah, if we wore this out, wouldn't people laugh at us?"

Jiang Dashan echoed this sentiment.

Jiang Yang smiled and comforted them.

"Dad, Mom, now that we've reformed and opened up, things are different from before. Life will get better and better, and people's minds will become more open. These clothes will soon become popular, so feel free to wear them!"

He knew in his heart that the spring breeze of reform would soon sweep across the country, and at that time, the trend of big cities would also flow into this small mountain village.

Although the parents still expressed some concern, they actually really liked the new clothes. Lin Xiulan, in particular, looked much younger in the new shirt, and her face lit up with smiles.

Jiang Xue was absolutely enamored with her new dress, wearing it as she ran around the house, as happy as a little bird.

Looking at the smiles on his family's faces, Jiang Yang felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"Mom, I want you to make me some clothes."

Just then, Jiang Yang suddenly spoke seriously.

Jiang's mother was taken aback: "Me? Can I do it?"

“Of course, your craftsmanship is much better than mine,” Jiang Yang said earnestly. “However, the clothes we make must be of the highest quality. We should make high-end clothes so that they can fetch a good price.”

He knew that making clothes by himself was too inefficient and impossible for large-scale production.

My mother is very skillful, and her needlework is renowned in Jiangjia Village, making her the perfect candidate.

Looking into her son's determined eyes, Jiang's mother's worries gradually dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of anticipation.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, and the sewing machine clattered incessantly.

Jiang Yang designed more than a dozen sets of novel clothes in one go, from dresses to shirts, from pants to coats, there was everything.

Jiang Xue flipped through the blueprints one by one until her eyes were blurry.

"Brother, these clothes you drew are so beautiful! They're much better looking than the ones sold at the supply and marketing cooperative!"

Jiang's mother was also amazed.

"Yangzi, what's wrong with your brain? How can you come up with so many creative ideas?"

Jiang Yang smiled, said nothing, and picked up the scissors and fabric to continue cutting. Although he wasn't a fashion designer in his previous life, he had seen the world and had a good sense of aesthetics, so designing a few clothes was naturally no problem for him.

With Jiang's mother's involvement, the efficiency of clothing production greatly improved. Jiang Yang was in charge of design and cutting, while Jiang's mother was in charge of sewing; their collaboration was seamless.

Trendy clothes were quickly produced.

Floral dresses, flared pants, denim jackets... these styles, which are commonplace in later generations, seemed particularly dazzling, even somewhat "shocking," in the rural areas of 1979.

Jiang Xue changed into her newly made bell-bottoms and admired herself in the mirror for a long time, her face full of excited smiles.

Although Jiang's mother said it was "too flashy," she couldn't hide her fondness in her eyes. Even Jiang's father couldn't help but take a few more glances, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

The whole family was so engrossed in the joy of their new clothes that they didn't notice the two people walking towards them from outside the yard.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, and Jiang's mother went to open it.

"Hey, isn't this your older sister? Are you home?"

A sharp and sarcastic voice came from behind.

Jiang Yang looked up and saw that it was his second aunt and uncle.

These two people rarely visit, so their sudden visit today suggests they have ill intentions.

Sure enough, as soon as my second aunt's husband walked in, he got straight to the point: "Big sister, I heard that Yangzi went to the county town yesterday to pay Jiang Xue's tuition. He was very generous!"

"What's wrong? You have money to pay Jiang Xue's tuition, but not to pay us back? We're a little short on cash and want to pay back the money we owed you first."

Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat; he had really forgotten about this yesterday.

Once, when Su Jingtong was sick, her family did lend her second aunt's family 100 yuan.

One hundred dollars is not a small amount these days.

Jiang's mother looked somewhat embarrassed, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

"Second Aunt, Yangzi spent all his money yesterday, and he really doesn't have any money on hand now..."

"No money?" Auntie raised her voice. "Why buy a sewing machine if you don't have money? A sewing machine costs at least a hundred yuan, right? You have money to buy a sewing machine but no money to pay off your debts?"

Jiang Yang felt uncomfortable looking at the two men's aggressive manner. His second aunt and uncle had always looked down on their family, and now that they had bought a sewing machine, they came to collect a debt in such an unfriendly tone.

He took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, "Second Aunt, Second Uncle, I will definitely pay you back. Give me a week, and I will pay you back 150 yuan with interest, how about that?"

"You say 150, so it's 150? What if you can't pay it back then?"

When his aunt heard his words, her eyes lit up, but she immediately asked him more questions.

"If you don't finish it now, you can take this sewing machine away!"

Jiang Yang didn't waste any words. He knew that the two of them had their eyes on his newly bought sewing machine, so he had no choice but to agree.

Uncle and Aunt exchanged a glance. One hundred and fifty, more than expected, and with the sewing machine as collateral, it was a sure thing.

"Okay, one week! If it's not done by then, we'll take the sewing machine away!"

My second aunt's husband spoke in a harsh tone.

"can."

Jiang Yang readily agreed.

After seeing the two off, Jiang Yang felt much more at ease. One hundred and fifty yuan might be difficult for others, but for him now, it was a piece of cake.

For the next few days, Jiang Yang hardly left his home.

During the day, I make clothes with my mom, and at night I translate. I spend almost all my time making money.

Jiang's father also silently supported his son, helping him organize the fabric and trim loose threads every night.

The whole family is working towards the same goal.