In the book era, my villain is super obedient

Chapter 30 (30) Ingratiation from the vicious female supporting role
Yu Cong thinks that Xu Hongxia is more reliable in her work.

This is also concluded from the fact that he returned the unwarranted IOU early on after he came back from Gendu.

Lu Cong usually smiles when he sees people, but at this time he reservedly asked, "Would it be too much trouble?"

"Don't bother, don't bother." This was the first time Xu Hongxia felt the convenience of Yang Guoxiang giving her the house key.

As long as she is good to Lu Lug, can say a few good words to her in front of Yan Xian, and get her a recommended spot in the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University, it doesn't matter even if she spends more money and puts more effort into it.

"Then wait for me, I'll find some pieces of material to make a quilt cover."

As soon as Yu Cong left the other party's sight, he became cheerful when he entered the east courtyard.

As for Xu Hongxia's plan, she was very clear, since the other party has performed well recently, why should she give him a chance to perform?
While humming, Lu Cong rummaged through the closet.

Pull out a few large pieces of muslin, two blue and white checks, one pure white, one white with pink flowers.

She gave it to others with the small fresh style that she personally chose.

"The size of the quilt cover is 1.5 meters wide and [-] meters long. I will send the cotton to the end of the village in a while, and ask Grandma Liu to make it."

"How can Sister Cong come to the end of the village on purpose? I'll just put the cotton at Grandma Liu's place for Sister Cong, and I'll hug it when the quilt is made."

Xu Hongxia's parents are both the leaders of the cotton spinning factory, and they are also the elder sisters of the family.

"Oh, so many materials can't be used, and a gown can be evened out."

Lu Cong thinks that the vicious female supporting role is very good.

In a flash of inspiration, he asked, "Will Braji do it?"

"Yes!" It must be.

Xu Hongxia couldn't be happier to be able to work for Lu Cong.

"Then I'll take another piece of material."

Lu Cong turned his head calmly, and when he arrived at the east courtyard, he ran and swayed, twisting Yangko on the spot.

Once again, they rummaged through the boxes, pulled out a blue and white striped muslin cloth, and delivered it to the door.

"When the cotton is finished, use white cloth to make the quilt lining, and other pieces with patterns to make the quilt cover, so it is estimated that there will be nothing left of the white cloth.

If this piece of blue grid is applied to the quilt, see what can be made of the other pieces, and then make it. "

"What style does Sister Cong like?" Xu Hongxia didn't dare to play casually.

If she offends Lu Cong, she will not live.

Lu Cong took out the small notebook in his pocket, and drew a few design drawings casually, including a round-neck shirt and a slightly waisted Bragi...

They are all extremely conservative, yet playful, in line with the aesthetic styles of this era.

The most important thing is that the waistline is slightly higher, which can lengthen the proportion of the legs and make you look taller, taller, and taller!
She explained it, and then continued to express her hobbies.

The main reason is that she was afraid that she would not be able to express clearly, so she wasted so many materials. Although they were all defective products, she spent money to buy them.

"I prefer shirts with small round necks, Bragi, the length should reach the calf, not short, the sleeves can be shorter, three-quarter sleeves, or long sleeves are fine.

I also know that these materials are definitely not enough to make so many clothes. You can only make whichever style you can. "

"Sister Cong is really good at drawing, just a few strokes are so expressive..." Xu Hongxia graduated from high school, and she didn't look down on her junior high school diploma, but seeing that Lu Cong can draw well with just a few strokes, her skills are very solid.

The conditions of her Xu family can be considered upper middle class in the city, and she thinks she has seen many styles of the imperial capital and the magical capital, but none of them can make her so amazing.

"I'm sorry, this is the money for Grandma Liu to play cotton, and I'll give it to you together." Lu Cong gave fifty cents and thanked the other party.

Xu Hongxia went to the end of the village with the cotton in her arms, and specially added money to Grandma Liu, asking for the cotton to be popped out quickly.

After that, she took the fabric and went to Yang Guoxiang's house.

At this moment, the members of the club were sweating on the ground, and there was no one on the way.

It is said that Yang Guoxiang's ex-wife ran away with others, and the son who stayed behind was studying in the city, and the old lady of the Yang family also went with her to take care of the disfigured Yang Guoxiang.

Xu Hongxia lifted the cloth cover of the sewing machine, stepped on the pedal, and began to work humming.

Although she and Lu Cong had some disagreements before, she felt that Lu Cong was actually much more open-minded than Yang Guoxiang.

Even if Lu Luong used her to work for nothing, and did not give her a place in the Workers, Peasants and Soldiers University, she would not hold grudges, just treat it as repaying Lu Lug's life-saving grace...

Lu Cong returned to the wing room, sorting out the messy wardrobe.

This time the muslin material was almost used up.

She obviously took a lot, why is she so unstoppable?

It seems that we have to go to the department store again!

Be patient, wait until the mid-term exam of Tuanbo Town Middle School is over, and then go...

Then Principal Hao is serious about his work, so it's not easy to fool him.

In the past ten days or so, she hastened to study first, worked hard to do enough homework, and waited for her to become a blockbuster and speak with her grades before she could be convincing.

On the way back from collecting firewood, Yan Xian heard the commune members talking about the bus coming to deliver cotton to Lu Cong.

He glanced at the bamboo basket on his back. Under the cover of wild vegetables, there was a beggar chicken that he had just roasted.

It is tightly wrapped in mud, and it is hot inside. The little girl must like it.

After entering, he closed the door of the east courtyard casually to block the peeping eyes of the other three courtyards.

The window of the wing room was half-closed, and he saw through the crack of the window that the little girl was taking advantage of the afterglow of the sun to write.

He didn't want to disturb him, so he went into the small kitchen, and using the pancake-making technique he had learned from her secretly, he spread out the pure mung bean pancake skin, and he even cracked a pair of eggs to hang it up.

It's a pity that the technique is not good, and the pancake skin will be disfigured when it is turned over.

It's okay, keep this for yourself, and he will spread a good pancake crust for the little girl.

As a foodie, Lu Cong has a keen sense of food.

Oops, she forgot to cook and was just thinking about it!
Across the courtyard of the east courtyard, she poked her head out of the window.

The stove was brightly lit. The tall man was wearing a clean white shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing his thin arms.

He has a handsome profile, a slender neck, a clear Adam's apple, and a pair of cold eyes showing seriousness. Even if he is guarding the stove, he doesn't have the greasy feeling of a cook at all.

When he saw her looking at him, Yan Xian's cold eyes shone brightly.

"Scallion, I have spread out a good pancake skin, I can make it for you in the future."

Yan Xian's voice was clear and pure, with a kind of depressing surprise, revealing a sunny youthful feeling, which made the corners of Lu Lug's eyes and eyebrows tinged with a smile, and the bottom of his heart became soft.

She stepped out of the wing room with her calves, sat at the small dining table in the kitchen, rested her chin with one hand, and admired it quietly from a close distance.

Suddenly, I thought of Captain Yang slapping Xu Hongxia many times.

There are many men in this era who beat their wives.

There is also a classic quotation: the typed daughter-in-law, the kneaded noodles.

In fact, the deeper meaning is that women have no status...

　Xiao Cong is smart, but she can't guess what kind of soul is hidden under the skin of her little brother Zhuo Jun.

　　This is probably the darkness under the lights!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)