The full-level boss takes the whole family to farm after crossing

Chapter 23 It depends on whether the mother wants to chop wood or embroider
The word "drop in" came from the mouth of the former imperial concubine, and there was no sense of disobedience.

Waking up too early in the morning, the sun hadn't come out yet, and the steam was heavy, Shen Nanwei moved her hands, tightly wrapped the patched but clean coarse clothes, the look of disgust rolled in her eyes for a long time before she fell.

"Buy me some fabric, embroidery needles, embroidery threads of various colors...Anyway, you can buy all kinds of tools for embroidery."

After answering, Lu Jingzhi was surprised, "Why don't you bring fabric when you visit? Isn't it for embroidering wedding dresses?"

Shen Nanwei raised her hand half coquettishly and half annoyed to show them both.

What kind of hands are those.

Obviously her body is only about 30 years old, and her hands look like an old woman in her 60s and [-]s.

The palms of the hands are covered with calluses, and the pads of the fingers are rough and cracked. Just by looking at them, one can tell what kind of suffering these hands have suffered in winter.

The brown in the ravines on the back of the hands can’t even be washed off, and the joints are thick and swollen. At first glance, it looks like a pair of men’s hands, but the nails are clean. It’s because the imperial concubine soaked herself in hot water and tried her best to clean it up. Remove the mud, finally trimmed.

The imperial concubine wiped away bitter tears.

"I grew up so..." I haven't done so much work.

Being spoiled and spoiled since childhood, getting married just changes from rich to richer.

Originally, the hands were slender and soft, weak and boneless, the fingertips were a healthy pale pink, the nails were translucent and well-shaped, and the color of Koudan never changed every day.

Some things can't be thought about, and people can't control their emotions when they think about it.

In an instant, the imperial concubine even thought of scratching the scroll with her fingernails when copying the book, and then thought of the queen mother, and thought of it—she must be laughing wantonly because she died now.

My heart is even more congested.

"Look at it, look at it!! How do you embroider with such hands? Let alone the fine patterns, I can't even touch the fabric of the embroidered wedding dress now, it will snag!" Shen Nanwei had a headache.

Most of the women in the village will do some needlework, say good or bad, make do with it, and save money.

There are also those who can embroider, and their hands are not only white and smooth, but at least they are not so dry and cracked.

"Then how did you get the job?"

What else can be done.

When she showed her talents, she used coarse cloth.

Back then, her teacher was the most talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River. She was good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her embroidery skills were praised by the world.

She is greener than blue and better than blue. Even casually embroidering a peony on the coarse cloth is enough to open the eyes of the women of Huxi Village.

But Shen Nanwei wasn't proud of it at all.

Coarse cloth, defective goods.

The peony flower was accidentally hooked by the slit of her fingertips, it is a defective product.

The final product, defective product.

"Then what should we do next?" Looking at Shen Nanwei's hand, Jiang Tanyue was a little worried, "If it doesn't work, send it back and ask the bride-to-be to find the embroiderer again, otherwise the wedding dress will not be embroidered when the time comes. If you delay her, you will become an enemy."

Then it made the already not-so-good family worse.

"I've calculated the time, as long as I can take care of my hands in a month, that's enough time." Shen Nanwei's eyes shifted, and she smiled suddenly, "You're sure you won't let me cook and work, right? I want to concentrate on raising my hands .”

Two people: "..."

Missy, how much she wants to escape from work!
"If I had known my precious daughters were so capable, I would never have taken up this job." Shen Nanwei said regretfully, "It's too late, too late."

Jiang Baobao's daughter Tanyue said indifferently: "It's not too late, it depends on whether mother wants to grow vegetables, carry water, firewood, or embroider."

Shen Nanwei: "..."

She knows it!

Airy little padded jacket! !
Not even as caring as her! ! !

(End of this chapter)