At that time, there were relatively few types of ready-made clothes on the market. Most people bought cloth and cut them themselves and made their own clothes beautifully. Of course, there were also people who asked people to measure their bodies to make clothes. However, the latter was more expensive.

I have to make new clothes for my children. I turned it over that day and found that the children had very little clothes. Especially during the winter, there were almost no thick clothes.

Seeing that Miao Zhengqing had something to do and walked to the military car, Ning Yunxi said hello and took the child into the cloth shop to take a look. In the shop, there was only one female customer standing in front of the counter. It was not the same as the festival and the number of new clothes was small. Today was not a weekend, so there were few people.

Ning Yunxi walked to the counter and said to the clerk: "Comrade, what fabrics are suitable for making clothes for children?"

The clerk actively recommended her: "How old are boys or girls?"

Ning Yunxi described in detail: "A thirteen-year-old girl, an eleven-year-old boy and a six-year-old girl. By the way, there is also a high school student who is going to go to college."

The second child of the Meng family is going to go to college, so he has to think about his new clothes in advance.

When Ning Yunxi was communicating with the clerk, Meng Chencheng was fine and his little eyes were strolling around. If her fourth brother was here, she would have jumped around with her fourth brother to play. But Teacher Ning was here, she would not dare to walk around and stood beside Teacher Ning.

Alas there is a child over there.

It looked similar to his age, Meng Chencheng thought. But the little boy wanted to do something, but the little boy ran to the three-legged stool where the vase was placed in the corner of the hall, stretched out his calf, and kicked the legs of the three-legged stool.

The naughty Meng Chencheng was frightened and exclaimed with his little mouth: "Teacher"

"What's wrong?" When Ning Yunxi heard the child's voice, he immediately lowered his head and asked the child.

Meng Chencheng anxiously grabbed Teacher Ning's hand: "He, he"

Just seeing that the little boy did not stop his kicking movements, he saw that the stool was shaking and not falling down yet, the little boy simply reached out to help push.

A strong "bang".

The loud voice woke everyone present.

"What's going on?" the clerk screamed.

Ning Yunxi turned his head and heard the three-legged stool stool stool stool stool stool stool stool stool stool stool stool slid into several petals. The soil and flowers inside slid out, and the ground was covered in mess.

"How did it fall down?" All the adults were surprised, "Did you hurt someone?"

"Wenwen" The female customer except Ning Yunxi remembered her son and called out in panic.

The little boy ran over and said, "Mom."

The clerks walked to the place where the vase was broken and checked carefully: "How did it fall down?"

"Teacher, it was the stool he kicked." The little girl immediately raised her head and reported to Teacher Ning.

Ning Yunxi blinked and saw the scene he saw when he opened his strange eyes. The facts were the same.

Wenwen's mother, who hugged her son next to her, remembered that the direction her son had just arrived was where the vase was broken, and began to curse at the people in the store: "Do you know how you do things and almost smashed my son? What if it hit him?"

When the cloth shop heard this, he was panicked: "Well, comrade, we have to check how it was born first."

"Did everyone see it? You didn't put the vase firmly and let it fall down, and it was about to hit my son." Wenwen's mother was so angry that she hugged her baby son with one hand and pointed at all the clerks.

The owner of the cloth shop was mute and ate coptis: "We have been putting the vase on this stool for a long time, so we will fall off sooner."

"Who can believe your words?" The mother Wenwen of the baby's mother did not intend to let go of the people here at all. She checked her son, "Baby, you are not hurt, are these people so angry."

Meng Chencheng couldn't help but hold Teacher Ning's hand tightly: This is OK

Ning Yunxi gave Xiao Wu a soothing look and said to Wenwen's mother: "This comrade, your son actually kicked the stool down."

Everyone was shocked and looked at Ning Yunxi.

Wenwen's mother was strolling around Ning Yunxi's face with questioning eyes: "Who are you?"

"I happened to come here to buy cloth." Ning Yunxi said.

"You saw the stool my son kicked"

"yes."

"Which eye can you prove that you saw it? I see you are with them."

There is no surveillance video in this era.

"My son is so obedient and obedient, how could he kick their stools? Do you slander a child and have a conscience in your heart?"

Wenwen's mother told her heartbrokenly, as if her son was the most aggrieved person in the world, and she was aggressive towards Ning Yunxi and the clerk.

Meng Chencheng hid behind Teacher Ning and shivered, tugging Teacher Ning's hand worriedly.

Ning Yunxi touched Xiaowu's head and calmly responded on the other side: "The child did something wrong and must be corrected."

"My son did nothing wrong, it was all you slandered." Wenwen's mother was so angry that she was like a bullfighting, her eyes were red.

"If you want evidence, do you look at the legs of the fallen stool that obviously have your son's shoes printed on it. If your son doesn't kick it, why are your son's shoes printed on the legs of the stool?"

Is Teacher Ning easy to bully? No surveillance video can cure you

The clerk hurriedly checked the legs of the stool. Sure enough, there were obvious shoe prints on the legs of several stools. Preliminary observations were made, which seemed to be the children's shoe prints. Wenwen's mother was stunned for a moment and said, "It may be kicked by other children, but my son cannot kick anyway."

"Is it your son's shoe print? Call the police and let the public security technical professionals measure it and know immediately." Ning Yunxi said calmly.

Call the police

The little boy was so scared that he shouted: "Mom, I don't want to go to jail."
Chapter completed!