Nan Yan personally measured Mo Lingwei's size, and Mo Lingwei was indeed plumper than before, no wonder she felt a little tight wearing these clothes.
She bought several pieces according to the size, and ordered several pieces. By the way, she also ordered several semi-finished clothes for the three children, planning to wear them in the New Year.
"The business in this store is booming, please ask a few more people to help, don't be tired." Mo Lingwei looked around at the customers and shop assistants who came back and forth, "You have worked hard too."
"It's okay, it's okay, Tingjun is busy with foreign affairs all day long, my parents are old, and now they have retired to the second line. This shop, but the second aunt is too much in charge. Our Yunlaige branch has already opened in Yuncheng in the south. There are three companies, and the business is very good...
Now it's the end of the new year, and my fetal position has stabilized, so I came here to help with some things, and I'm a little idle on weekdays..."
It is said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions, and how a woman is doing can be seen from the same appearance. Compared with before, Nan Yan's face is full of smiles.
The face is as smooth as jade, and the eyebrows and eyes are gentle. At first glance, it is the appearance of being doted on by her husband and favored by the years.
Earlier, some people wanted to give their daughters to Wen Tingjun as a wife or concubine, but Wen Tingjun politely refused them one by one.
After all, she is the natal family of Mrs. Mo's young lady, and she is also a business genius. There are no complicated relatives in the family and elders who like to make things difficult for the younger generation. Being able to marry Wen Tingjun is a matter of life.
Now that the law has been re-enacted, after monogamy, there are no such troubles anymore.
Today's Nanyan has become the envy of many people.
At the beginning, some people ridiculed her as a brothel girl who made a living by selling jokes. To be able to marry someone like Wen Tingjun was considered a high rise, but now, everyone in Jincheng has to respect her as Mrs. Wen.
The status of a woman has always come from two aspects, one is earned by herself, and the other is respected by her husband's family.
To be able to bloom flowers from the silt, sometimes, it really needs the rescue of the other half.
Wen Tingjun gave her enough honor, respect and protection as a wife.
From the first meeting, he has always respected her. Even if everyone laughed at her identity, he was the only one who didn't care, and stood firmly by his side all the time, fighting against the rumors on the cusp of the storm with her.
Mo Lingwei bought some other things, then helped Nanyan go downstairs, drank a cup of tea in the backyard, and went to Lan Kwai Fong.
Lan Kwai Fong has become the largest leisure and entertainment venue in Yuncheng, with theaters, remodeled teahouses and restaurants, storytellers, shadow puppet shows...
The former girls in Lan Kwai Fong, some married well, some became small bosses in all walks of life, started small businesses, and never lost their smiles, and some, like Sister Hua, still stayed in Lan Kwai Fong Fang, honestly doing the work of entertaining guests and serving tea and water.
Without brothels and gambling houses, Chu Yunyao opened several schools, invited famous teachers to teach, and focused on promoting those students from poor families. The atmosphere in Jincheng suddenly improved a lot.
There is no more extravagance and chaos in the past, and the whole city is in order.
Along the way, Feng Shaojin was observing the lives of the poorly dressed people among the people coming and going, but he saw that these people's faces were filled with smiles, without the slightest sense of depression or unwillingness.
Not even a few beggars were seen.
Feng Shaojin said to Mo Lingwei: "After sending Xiang Yi off, let's go for a walk around the city."
Mo Lingwei didn't know what Feng Shaojin was thinking, she just nodded her head as she wanted to understand the customs of the north...