After the Republic of China

Chapter 3 Countermeasures
The laughing and cursing among the little sisters resisted the cold of this winter, and even isolated the evil of human nature.

The small cubicle suddenly became lively.

Shao Yunshi glanced at Ximei in a good mood, stretched out her hand to pick out the fabric on the couch, and interjected: "There are quite a few that can be used here. It seems that Aunt Bai is going to use purses as favors."

Knowing that Aunt Bai wanted to use it, Ximei said directly: "No, we will work hard for her, she is beautiful."

Ximei remembered, when she got up early to greet the old lady, Aunt Bai's face made her want to spit on her face.

It was rare for Ximei to be stubborn, so Xiaodong clapped her hands directly, "That's how it should be."

Shao Yunshi raised her eyebrows, and said coldly: "Tell me, if Aunt Bai said that the Su embroidery in the south of the Yangtze River is favored by the ladies and ladies in the north, will the old lady immediately urge me to do it?"

Xiaodong Ximei felt cold when she heard this.

You know, the old lady has the most important thing in her heart about the old man, and if Mrs. Bai uses the gift for the old man as an issue, the young lady really can't get rid of this purse.

However, Xi Mei still struggled, "Then send someone out to buy it, why bother to do it yourself?"

"You!" Shao Yunshi looked at Ximei helplessly, without further explanation, "Okay, anyway, I won't touch these, so much embroidery thread is nothing for us, let's put it away first."

"Ah, put it away, can this work?" Although Ximei was happy that Mrs. Bai couldn't succeed, she was still worried that the old lady would blame her.

Xiaodong was clever, and immediately said: "Yes, put it away, no matter how old the old man is, can he beat the old man?"

"Can the old man take care of this?" Xi Mei didn't believe it.

Xiaodong curled her lips, "Miss is not making New Year's clothes for the old man, other things should be left behind."

"But isn't the old man's clothes only left with the dark embroidery at the end?" Xi Mei was still very worried.

"You bastard, and others don't know, what's in the way." Xiaodong didn't bother to roll his eyes anymore.

"what?!"

Xiaodong glared at Ximei who looked like an idiot, "Besides, the mother in the warehouse didn't say that these pouches are for the old man to use, so what can they do?"

As Xiaodong spoke, he pushed aside the embroidery thread that his senior sister had picked out, and stuffed the rest back into the bag.

The two teachers and sisters who cooperate are called a suitable one.

Seeing that the two of them didn't care much, Ximei felt relieved.

While helping, she pulled Xiaodong, glanced at the young lady who had gone a little further, and asked in a low voice: "Did you see Young Master Luo when you went out to deliver the cloth?"

Shao Yunshi's family runs a textile printing and dyeing factory, and they send a lot of fabric every year.

How can she use it up by herself, and distribute it to relatives and friends.

Xiaodong shook his head and said, "No, why are you asking this?"

Ximei is much older, and today she heard some gossip and was impatient, so she asked about the outsider.

But there are some things that she can't say to the young Xiaodong.

Knowing that she was in a hurry, Ximei faltered and said, "Isn't it almost the end of the year? If there is no free clinic, I'm afraid there will be no time."

It turned out to be this, Xiaodong was not interested in asking.

Although the two spoke in a low voice, but Shao Yunshi's ear was extraordinary, so she listened naturally.

She couldn't help but glanced at Ximei, who was guilty, and stopped her: "Okay, you guys have time to talk, why not do sewing."

These words were neither light nor serious, and Ximei jumped.

Such a Ximei, even Xiaodong felt suspicious of her.

Seeing that Xiaodong was going to make trouble, Shao Yunshi hurriedly said: "We don't need to make clothes for the old lady, but we can't just give them away. Xiaodong, hurry up to our small warehouse and choose a base material for wiping your forehead."

"Ah, why me?" Xiaodong was afraid that the lady would remember the embroidery again and be called by name, so she didn't dare to disobey, so she left muttering.

When Ximei sees that Xiaodong is gone, she also wants to sneak away.

With just one look at Shao Yunshi, she stopped in fright.

Ximei stood aside, Shao Yunshi was not in a hurry to speak, she just took the silk thread and braided her strands.

Being treated so coldly by the young lady, Ximei couldn't stand it any longer, she said in a jiffy, "Miss, I was wrong."

"Oh, what's wrong with you?" Shao Yunshi said calmly.

Seeing that Miss finally took care of herself, Ximei secretly heaved a sigh of relief, peeked at Miss, and said, "I, I shouldn't mention Master Luo, but, Miss..."

"Okay, it's fine if you know you're wrong." Shao Yunshi really didn't want to hear it, but Ximei hurriedly stopped her if she said something surprising.

Seeing that the young lady was a little impatient, Ximei swallowed her words of persuasion, and with a bitter face, said honestly: "Miss, let me get the silk thread for you."

Seeing that she didn't bring up the past, Shao Yunshi was relieved.

In fact, she also has the desire to tell, but because of her identity, she can't reveal half of it, and she doesn't want her girl to follow in a panic.

Both the master and the servant had their own concerns, they only subconsciously picked out the threads, and did not communicate with each other, the room was dull and depressed for a while.

It's a shame that Xiaodong left in a hurry, otherwise, the atmosphere like this would be really unbearable.

When she came back, she naturally complained about her coldness and warmth.

Seeing her stupid way of rubbing her hands and stamping her feet, both Shao Yunshi and Ximei let out a sigh of relief.

Ximei was busy covering Xiaodong with her hands, and Shao Yunshi also poured a cup of hot tea for her with a teapot.

The two were so enthusiastic that Xiaodong was amazed.

Fortunately, she escaped with a guilty conscience just now, and she didn't dare to ask why, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them tacitly skipped over the slight abnormality, and talked about it along with the fabric Xiaodong brought.

Inside the house, it became lively again.

In winter, the locust garden where Shao Yunshi lived was already falling leaves, cold and desolate.

Because few people take care of the backyard, in the middle of the afternoon, the ground has already been covered with a layer of leaves.

Ximei and Xiaodong are just two young ladies, so they can't take care of each other.

Simply, Shao Yunshi let them get out of the way, and left the rest alone.

The three people in the room were busy doing needlework, and suddenly it was time for dinner.

Bai Erniang, who was in charge of the small kitchen in Huaiyuan, took the lady's food and walked excitedly to the backyard, the lady's embroidery building.

Behind Baierniang was a half-grown child.

The little girl, Jinling, was picked up by Bai Erniang in her early years, and she helped the people in Huaiyuan by doing errands.

Caged in the twilight, Huaiyuan has a different kind of desolation.

Once the cold wind passed, the rustling leaves added to the atmosphere.

Little Jinling's ears turned red from the cold, probably because she was running a little fast, her little face turned pale.

Bai Erniang was a little anxious to deliver meals, so she didn't pay attention to her daughter for a while.

Jinling is a big kid, and she glanced at Bai Erniang secretly, and moved her small mouth, "Mom, will Miss be very sad?"

Her words were abrupt and tentative.

Bai Erniang didn't blame the child, but looked at the little girl in surprise.

(End of this chapter)