When I switched to the second township, the training here was not done in the cultural station. It happened to be in a small factory opposite the Bazaar. This kind of small factory was a legacy of the previous one and was considered the prototype of a satellite factory. It is basically useless now. There are a lot of weeds growing in the yard, and the weeds in the backyard are densely high to the waist.

The classroom was full of sewing machines, and there was a large table in the middle that was made of several tables, covered with tablecloths as a place for cutting fabrics. Although I often ran out, most teachers knew me. When I saw me coming, the teacher who taught sewing took me a shirt with ethnic characteristics, which was embroidered on the collar, cuffs, and symmetrical embroidery on the front chest.

"Principal, this is what the students do, and I give it to you." The teacher basically doesn't speak Mandarin. A student next to me translated the teacher's words. I thanked them and looked very happy. The workmanship of this shirt looks good, and it should have been done by the teacher himself.

I went to the car and changed into the shirt and appeared in the classroom again. The students applauded and praised me for looking good in this, and I praised them for doing well.

"This, my friend, Yueliang." I will introduce Leng Jiayue to you.

A few younger students chatted with Leng Jiayue. They were curious about everything about her. Leng Jiayue's dress and temperament were easier to tell that she was an overseas person, but the people here could not distinguish this. They just thought Leng Jiayue was too much like a movie star.

For example, these girls wear T-shirts, but they wear bubble yarn shirts and none of them wear ethnic costumes. But I have never seen Leng Jiayue wear T-shirts, either formal or functional casual clothes.

Everyone has a love for beauty. A few younger girls discussed Leng Jiayue's hairstyle and clothes for a while, and then began to measure and paint Leng Jiayue's clothes on paper.

"They think your clothes look good, and they will paint them as they like, and they will make them for themselves when they look back." I explained to Leng Jiayue.

As they were talking, a few people discussed with the teacher and said that they would make Leng Jiayue a shirt with traditional ethnic patterns. They thought that this doll-like person would look good when wearing their ethnic costumes.

Leng Jiayue didn't understand what was going on. She looked at me helplessly. I was very happy that a strong woman didn't know how to get along with these rural women.

"Okay, please help her measure the size first, we'll wait here. She's here to play and leave soon. If possible, she'll make it in a while." I said, this was a bit difficult for these students. It's not easy to determine the style, measure the body, cut and sew every step, because they have been learning for a while.

Find a piece of Adress pattern fabric from the fabric they practiced, which should be made of chemical fiber. The practice materials we bought for the students are the cheapest. For example, I can feel that the material of the shirt I wear now is not very good, but they must encourage and show happiness when they can do a shirt for me.

The group of people immediately started to get busy, using powdered cakes to record numbers on the tablecloth while measuring. Then the teacher began to mark the fabric and cut it. Then he took it to the sewing machine to sew it. For about an hour, he made a shirt for Leng Jiayue.

"There is no place to change this shirt here, just take it away." I said.

"You go out, you are the only man here. I'll change my clothes and don't tell you not to come in." Leng Jiayue said.

I could see that Leng Jiayue had a smile on her slightly cold face before. When she left the door, I stood in the sun and looked at the lively crowds of people on the bazaar opposite the gate in the distance. It was a coincidence that after lunch, I could go to the bazaar in this town. Although it was not the largest in several towns, it would save a lot of time without having to look for bazaar specifically. I wonder if Yoerguli would be on this bazaar, logically speaking, she should be there.

Just as I was thinking about taking Leng Jiayue to Bazaar for a while, I heard Leng Jiayue calling me, wearing a new shirt to show me. For a moment, I was a little dazed, standing in front of me like a Barbie doll.

"Brother, are you okay? Are you stunned?"

"Well, it looks good. I almost felt like I was going to find a wife here, but when I saw it was you," I said.

"You can find this, I'll give you a big red envelope." Leng Jiayue said with a smile, and the red shirt, which was mainly red, made Leng Jiayue's face red in the sun.

"It's impossible. You don't know that the students here are basically married. They got married very early, and they got married at the age of seventeen or eighteen a few years ago, and it was only a little late in the past few years." I said seriously.

Leng Jiayue saw me so seriously, gave me a blank look, and then insisted on pulling me to take selfies in the sun. I don’t really want to take photos, and the more photos I take with girls, the more you will get Huawen.

Two students came out, took Leng Jiayue's cell phone and said to take photos of us. Leng Jiayue took the opportunity to hold my arm with two hands and took a few photos like this.

The students lined up to have a meal, and I took Leng Jiayue with me to see the students' meals. In order to let the students have breakfast, Leng Jiayue and I did not sit down to have a meal.

"Let's eat later. If I sit down now, the boss will give priority to cooking for us, so that the students will be able to have a meal later." I said to Leng Jiayue. Then I introduced Leng Jiayue that there were only two or three restaurants, and the food sold was almost the same.

"We are all wearing ethnic costumes. Will the boss take special care of us when we eat later?" Leng Jiayue asked.

"Maybe, not necessarily, they want to make money."

The students huddled together to have a lively meal. The training classes for all women are much easier to manage than those for all men. After the students finished eating, they went shopping in groups of three or three to go shopping in the Bazaar. I took Leng Jiayue to sit down and didn't dare to give her anything else, so they ordered ramen and barbecue.

When the ramen and mutton skewers were not served, the boss first gave us a plate of jelly and then served a few thin-skinned buns. I told the boss that I didn’t order these. The boss smiled kindly and said, “As they, they said you are friends, you are wearing our national clothes, and I have invited these.”

We didn't have much politeness, so we started eating first. Speaking of which, the boss earned at least 7,000 or 8,000 yuan from the school. The money the students used to make up for him may be worth his monthly income in normal circumstances. But the boss didn't know me, so I was actually very happy. No matter where I went, it was always a pleasant thing to be warmly received.

"Brother, it's really true. This is unimaginable in the United States. Some bosses will give you some free tasting food. But you can't see any situation like this."

"The rural areas in southern Xinjiang are the simplest places I have ever seen. Once Huawen and I invited a few children to dinner, and the boss found out that he only charged us for our own meals. He didn't ask for the money for our children's meals, and he said he had to learn from us to do good deeds."

"You and Huawen have many stories, right?"

"Of course, at the beginning, she was with me in the countryside."

“Training class?”
Chapter completed!