A beautiful red silk scarf, square in shape, almost one square meter in size, almost transparent, with gold and silver threads woven across it.
It was very similar to the scarf that Lu Jiang had bought for himself. Except for its slightly larger size, there was no difference. In fact, it was a throwback to the trend decades later when a clothing factory produced a batch of scarves only available in the sixties to eighties. At that time, Feng Qingxue bought a lot of clothes, shoes and socks, and the clothing factory gave her two boxes of them.
The 21st century offers all kinds of silk scarves. How many people would be nostalgic? The sales weren't very good.
Feng Qingxue found the scarves while sorting out her space, as well as several boxes of labor protection supplies. She thought of giving a scarf to Wang Jiao, who had now regained her beauty and figure from before her pregnancy, and was becoming ever more fond of beauty.