The skilled widow is busy farming

Chapter 5
It took Xiuniang seven or eight days to stop feeling dizzy. It wasn't a big problem if she didn't make big movements, but she was still a little dizzy when she shook her head. The doctor came for follow-up examinations twice and said that she was recovering well and that she would be fine if she continued to take care of her.

The parents-in-law were relieved when they found out.

That day, Aunt Zhou came into the house and said, "Daughter, it's time for Mom to go home. You've stayed long enough."

"Mom, are you leaving?"

Xiuniang looked at the old man with great reluctance. She could see that the old man loved his daughter very much.

"Your father is the only one left in the family. I'm worried. Your brother has to go back to study. I'm relieved that you're fine."

Aunt Zhou touched the scar on her daughter's head lovingly and sighed quietly.

"Okay, then you go back with my brother. Don't worry, mother, I will live a good life."

Xiu Niang raised her head and reassured her mother again.

"Daughter, it's not easy to be a widow. Mom knows that you don't want to remarry because of the reputation of your two brothers and the Zhou family. You only remember one thing. Whenever you have any grievances, just come back and tell me. Your sister-in-law is the most protective of your shortcomings and has been the most caring to you in the past. Okay, I can definitely support you and make the decision."

"Well, mother, you and my dad should take care of your health when you get home and don't tire yourself out. My younger brother's marriage is not urgent. It will be good for him to wait for him to be named on the gold list before choosing a wife. Anyway, you will live with my eldest brother and sister-in-law in the future."

"Don't worry, I will remember everything you said."

"Nephews should be beaten when they study. They can't be spoiled..."

"Uh-huh."

The old woman nodded her head, and the mother and daughter exhorted each other and talked intimately for a while before giving up.

Aunt Zhou came out of her daughter's room and curtsied to the old man and the old lady.

"Old man, old lady, I will go back with my son today. I have disturbed you these past few days."

"Why don't you stay a few more days and spend some time with Xiu'er."

"No, there are still grandchildren at home who are studying. It's time to go back. Xiu'er is left to you. I can rest assured. If you have any difficulties, please come to my house personally and tell me. We are closely related and we should help each other. You're welcome."

"Hey! Old lady, pack some of the mountain products and fine wine at home and take them back to your in-laws and children."

"You are too polite..."

"Bring it with you, my gift to your in-laws."

At noon, Mrs. Zhou took her young son back to the village by bullock cart, while her grandchildren were still studying at home.

Watching her mother and brother leave, Xiu Niang let out a long breath and felt a little disappointed. Although she was a fake, the old man truly loved her. It was obvious that she was a doting daughter.

Her biological mother passed away early, and now she still has her mother's pain and feels warm. From now on, she will be Zhou Xiu, the daughter-in-law of the Zhou family and the Li family, and she will no longer be the legitimate daughter of the head of the family.

There are relatives who love her, her in-laws who protect her, and her biological son. There is no dispute, no acrimony, unity and harmony. It is great. She wants to live a good life again and live a good life.

"When you pay filial piety, no one will talk about it. You can go back to your mother's family as often as you want. Mother will allow you to go home."

"Mom, thank you for loving me so much over the years. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Xiu Niang also took the initiative to express her position that she voluntarily remained a widow, filial to the elderly, raised her son, and did not consider remarrying.

Her mother-in-law looked at her with red eyes, and stroked her face with her old hands, her voice trembling, "Mom, I can't help you, I've suffered so much for you..."

"I have parents who care about me, and I have a son, so it's not hard."

"Good girl, mother loves you. Your father has finished the loom. Go and see if it is what you want."

The mother-in-law secretly wiped her tears with her sleeves and raised a smile to cheer her up, for fear that she would be unhappy.

"Okay, mother, I want to weave tapestry paintings."

"Hey, this is very hard work. You are in better health, so you can't be so tired. Your eldest brother went to ask about the land. He will not be so short of money for a while."

Her mother-in-law thought she was worried about spending money on medicine, so she kept trying to persuade her.

"My health is almost better. I want to try it. If it works, I won't have to worry about buying a shop."

"Then don't tire yourself out, just take it easy."

The mother-in-law hesitated and spoke again and again.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on." "That's good. Mom will cook whatever you want to eat."

"Mom, I want to eat tofu vermicelli buns."

"Yes, I happened to get up early and make some dough to make steamed buns and rolls, so I made them together."

"Qing'er, go buy a piece of tofu and make steamed buns to eat."

"Okay, I'll get the beans."

There is a tofu maker in the village, so you can just exchange soybeans and grains without having to pay any money.

Qing'er took a dustpan of soybeans and ran to get tofu, while her sister-in-law soaked some red sweet potato noodles.

Xiu Niang is not very good at cooking, but her sister-in-law and mother-in-law cook very well, which makes her clumsy. She is mostly the one who cooks firewood, washes vegetables and so on.

She usually mainly embroiders brocades. She was already good at weaving brocades and tapestry, but her skills were far inferior to hers. Her skills were taught by everyone, and her works were specially sent to the palace to please noble people.

Her family was involved in this business in her previous life, and she has never left behind this skill. She is among the best in the industry.

Kesi has been around for a long time. One or two taels of tapestry and one tael of gold are all woven manually. Machines cannot replace it. The higher the level, the more valuable it is.

Kesi painting is an extension of ink painting. It was loved by nobles and celebrities in the Qing Dynasty and regarded as a treasure.

Kesi paintings are woven bit by bit using raw silk and colored silk threads. They are ingenious and have more artistic value than hand-painted calligraphy and paintings. They are worth collecting because they are woven and will not rot or deteriorate for many years. The colors are bright and magnificent, and the price remains high.

She planned to show off her talents, earn her first pot of gold, and plan for a good life in the future.

Sitting in the yard, I wiped the loom carefully with a handkerchief, wiping it bit by bit and touching it inch by inch. There should be no burrs, which would damage the painting. Kesi paintings are all made of silk threads and cannot withstand damage.

My father-in-law was very careful and polished the loom until it was round and smooth without a single burr.

Xiu Niang nodded with a satisfied smile.

Take the loom back to the house, find the silk thread and try it first.

Qing'er came back with a big piece of tofu, and her sister-in-law and mother-in-law started making steamed buns.

The eldest brother bought her high-quality silk threads of various colors a few days ago. They are expensive. The silk threads are the best from Jiangnan. The colors are very beautiful and the silk threads have a good luster.

The quality of silk threads is different, and the prices are also different. What she wants is the best. A small pile of silk threads only costs two taels of silver. The price is very expensive, and even ordinary embroiderers cannot afford this price.

After pressing the shaft, the loom began to rotate slowly, regaining the familiar feeling. Xiu Niang breathed a sigh of relief and felt comfortable.

Qing'er sat next to her and watched silently.

The youngest son, Brother Chun, also moved a small stool over and sat there, looking at her with his face in his hands.

Xiu Niang couldn't help but laugh, "Do you understand, Brother Chun?"

"I don't understand. I'm staying with my mother."

Brother Chun is just four years old and is currently the youngest child in the family.

"Okay, Qing'er, you have to learn from me. Once you learn the skills, it's your own."

"I got it."

Qing'er nodded seriously.

Xiu Niang taught her niece while weaving, teaching her step by step, letting her try it out, and patiently giving guidance.

After the two had a pleasant exchange, they heard the sister-in-law shouting into the room, "Qing'er, bring the food, it's time to eat."

"coming."

"Let's go, eat first."

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