Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Chapter 367
Wen Lan thinks that Hezi may have a brain disorder. To make such a large number of flower patterns, she is either idle and troubled, or she is too full.

Although I find it annoying, the word admit defeat is not in Sister Lan's dictionary.

In the past, when she was not in class, she would go to the private plot of the village to tend the vegetable field. Now that the vegetables are harvested and there is no work to do, she brings the sewing basket to the school. Thinking about Lin Nianhe's broken hair.

In just a few days, Sister Lan looked like a flower in everything.

Lin Nianhe wanted to take the pattern back and send it directly to the textile factory for them to study, but seeing Wen Lan's effort to put on a haircut, she didn't grab it.

It's not that she didn't dare, she was mainly afraid that this matter would become sister Lan's heart demon...

She is really a very kind and kind person.

On this day, Aunt Zhao came to deliver shoes to Principal Wu. They were patched together from rags and made for a few children in need in the village primary school.

"Sister Wu, I've finished the shoes," Aunt Zhao unwrapped the bag and said with a smile, "I didn't make it too big. These little bastards walk a lot every day, and they wore out within two months."

"Thank you for your hard work," Principal Wu said gratefully, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to do this by myself."

"It's not a big deal." Aunt Zhao smiled and shook her head, "Call me if you have any rags. I usually have nothing to do at home."

"Okay, I won't be polite to you." Principal Wu caught a glimpse of Wen Lan who was gnashing his teeth on the edge of the Kang, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Come here, brother and sister, Xiaolan has been doing all the tricks for the past two days, and I can't say it, you Help me take a look."

When Aunt Zhao saw Wen Lan holding a needle and thread, she didn't refuse, walked up to sit down with a smile, and asked, "Girl, what are you doing?"

Wen Lan said "ah", and she scolded Lin Nianhe very fluently: "That melon girl Hezi has to fix her hair. She still can't explain how to fix it, so she throws me a picture. Every day is idle. I have nothing to do, I don't need to be beaten to find a beating..."

Principal Wu pursed his lips happily, and explained to Aunt Zhao on Wen Lan's behalf: "I heard from Nian He that this head flower will be sent to the textile factory for mass production and sale after it is finished, and Xiao Lan is also anxious. "

Aunt Zhao looked at the pattern that was kneaded into a ball and then unfolded. After looking carefully for a while, she said, "Girl, come, let Auntie try it." She stretched out her hand to Wen Lan and took her Needlework in hand.

Aunt Zhao is a tailor in the village. She is dexterous and earns little money. Anyone who has a job likes to ask her to do it.When Aunt Li wanted to make wedding clothes for Wang Xixi, she originally wanted to ask Aunt Zhao to do it, but Aunt Zhao had urgent work in hand, and accountant Zhao's leg injury recurred, so she found Wen Lan.

After all, Aunt Zhao is more experienced than Wen Lan, and she often changes clothes and makes pants for children. Looking at Wen Lan's semi-finished products, she pondered over the patterns for a while, and then started to make them.

Wen Lan watched from the side, her eyes changed from tired to full of hope.

Principal Wu saw the two of them busy for a while, then went back to the desk and sat down, took out the manuscript paper and started writing.

Time slipped away quietly, and after nearly an hour, Aunt Zhao bit off the cotton thread and said to Wen Lan, "Look, Xiao Lan, is this what Nian He wants?"

A scrunchie made of red and white checked cloth, with a few small fur balls made of cotton thread on it.The folds are exquisite, and the fur balls are trimmed round and lovely.

Wen Lan took the flower from the head, carefully looked at it several times, and said, "If she dares to be picky like this, I'll break her legs!"

Lin Nianhe heard Wen Lan's words as soon as he stepped into the door, his legs softened, and he almost sat directly in Principal Wu's arms.

Lin Nianhe stood by the door, wondering if he should run or run?

Sister Lan has been too irritable recently, she can't afford to provoke her!
She hesitated for a long time, but sister Lan saw her.

Wen Lan jumped up, holding the flowers in front of Lin Nianhe, staring at the reddish eyes and said: "Come on! You can try to pick another thorn!"

The corners of Lin Nianhe's lips trembled slightly, and he cleared his throat to defend himself: "Sister Lan, I wasn't picky before, it was..." It's really not good.

It's hard to tell the truth, Lin Nianhe consciously swallowed all of them back into his stomach, and stretched out his hand to grab the flowers.

Her eyes lit up, and there was excitement in her voice: "Yes, that's right!"

I really can't blame her for being unsteady, it's just that she's had a hard time during this time.

She tried the tightness of her hair, looked up and saw Aunt Zhao, and instantly understood - this is not sister Lan's sudden enlightenment, but the real hidden boss coming.

Lin Nianhe's eyes were full of little stars: "Aunt Zhao, did you do this?"

"Well," Aunt Zhao said with a smile, "Xiaolan is almost done, and it's easy for me to do it with her."

"Aunt Zhao's hands are so skillful!"

Lin Nianhe dragged Wen Lan over, sat down next to Aunt Zhao, showed Aunt Zhao a few patterns that Wen Lan hadn't studied yet, and said, "Aunt Zhao, take a look at these patterns. If you're not busy, can you study it with Sister Lan?"

Aunt Zhao nodded: "I have nothing to do, but is there really someone who buys these flowers?"

"Don't worry, I will be able to sell them," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "I also plan to talk to the textile factory and share some of the production tasks with the folks. This job should be better than making matches." Boxes make more money."

Aunt Zhao didn't think too much about making money, so she responded with a smile: "Then I will study with Xiaolan, you are all busy with business, and I am happy to be able to use me."

With Aunt Zhao's help, Wen Lan's inner demons finally dissipated.

In just two days, the two of them made all fourteen patterns of head flowers drawn by Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe looked at them one by one, and felt that they were well done and there was nothing wrong with them, so he packed them up and put them in his satchel, and rode his bicycle to the commune while eating at noon.

She had just cycled around the big tree at the entrance of the village when the bicycle bell sounded from behind.

Before turning back, Su Yuncheng had already arrived by her side.

Lin Nianhe blinked and asked him, "Aren't you busy today?"

Su Yuncheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Which day am I busy?"

"Didn't you go up the mountain with the villagers to cut firewood two days ago? Are you done?"

"Not yet," Su Yuncheng said, "Go get some glass today, it's needed for house repairs."

It's easier to do things with more people. The empty house in the village has been cleaned up. The kang was rebuilt two days ago and it is almost dry.Just fix the glass and doors and windows and they can move out.

Lin Nianhe smiled and said, "You guys are pretty fast... By the way, what about the furniture?"

"Just pull the ones from the town," Su Yuncheng replied, "You won't need too many things."

Lin Nianhe nodded and suddenly smiled.

"how?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly remembered when I first came... How time flies."

Lin Nianhe looked at the road that she could avoid potholes with her eyes closed, and smiled and rolled her eyes.

She smiled, and the tip of her nose suddenly felt cold.

A snowflake fell on the tip of her nose.

Snowing.

(End of this chapter)