In a flash, it will be the ninth day of the first month.

Xuan Ailian stood in front of the mirror, she was about to go out to shop the goods, it was not difficult for her to make money from these ignorant and backward people, she just had to go out and spread some new news, and she would soon empty all the cans she had hoarded.

But after a glimpse of the temple fair that day, Xuan Ailian always felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she couldn't say what was wrong, anyway, she just felt bad.

She opened her closet and saw that it was full of unique and special custom models, and she wanted to pick out a favorite one to wear, but her fingers inadvertently slipped onto the Parker Army green coat hanging on the very edge.

This style is too common, she bought it casually, took it out and put it on her body, and the short figure of the girl with the ball-haired hair in the mirror couldn't find the feeling of a passer-by girl wearing it.

Is it the wrong hairstyle?

Xuan Ailian untied her ball head and wanted to try to make a scorpion braid, but found that her hands were not split and she couldn't comb well.

In her previous life, she always used a 3 yuan free shipping tool to roll her balls, and she was really not good at other hairstyles.

And after coming back, she also noticed that women in this era are not all the kind of people who have an upright and earthy head, or short hair like a pot lid, and there are also skillful hairstyles that can be coiled into various shapes. Hands are so stupid that you can't learn.

So Chen Meng couldn't do the simplest braiding of hair, so she could only make another ball, looking at herself in the mirror, she was really dirty wearing this kind of coat, and changed back to her customized model, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment.

This is the image of a fashionista in her imagination in her heart, but why do I always feel... Seems like there's something missing.

Xuan Ailian shook her head, it's not a big deal, even in the rustic era, there are always one or two parents who give good skin and barely look dirty, but so what?

These women don't have much education, and they have been eating and waiting to die in factories all their lives with Weibo salaries, and they will not make more money than her.

Thinking of this, Xuan Ailian finally regained her cold temperament, raised her chin and looked at herself in the mirror, maybe next time, she could also produce some simple hair coils to make balls to sell, and then it would be a lot of money.

Hehe, I'm going out to do things again, these people's money is really easy to earn, Xuan Ailian smiled confidently.

At the same time, in Chen Meng's house, Chen Meng is also dressing up, but not for herself, but for her man.

The second master changed into a straight military uniform, Chen Meng specially ironed it, and the leather shoes were also polished, and despite the opposition of the second master, he smeared some elegant cream on people's faces, and his hair was also re-trimmed by Chen Meng.

Yu Panqing replied, Sun Guizhi is like the second master's uncle is almost like that, but it is 10 times more vulgar than Sun Guizhi.

So Chen Meng cut it with confidence.

The second master adjusted his military posture in the mirror, and Chen Meng led Nuo Nuo to maintain the same face.

"Second brother, you must show the demeanor of our technical soldiers, my child and I are waiting at home to see your award ceremony!"

The second master was a little unhappy, he wanted to take Meng Meng over, but he didn't let him, so the second master didn't have a good face from beginning to end.

"What's going on with you?" The second master refers to the matter of canned food, Chen Meng made an ok gesture, and he has already made a net~