Seeing his approach, the leader, who looked older, waved her hand, "Young man, come here quick. Where did you get this cloth from, and why do you have so much?"
Jiang Changhai's footsteps became even more brisk: Look at that, business is practically knocking on my door!
He wiped the sweat from his brow and feigned a helpless sigh, "A friend of mine who works in a garment factory owed me money and used this to settle the debt. He said they couldn't sell it because the dye is uneven, so they only sold it to the factory workers. There are only three people in my family, I'm really worried about how to use all this fabric."
Several women chattered and discussed among themselves.
"How about selling it to us? The village is in need, and we haven't received any cloth tickets for the whole year. The Supply and Marketing Cooperative won't let us buy any!"
Jiang Changhai made a raspy sound, "This is good quality cloth. If you're planning to fleece me, I'd rather let it rot than sell it."