Sister-in-law from a poor family

It turns out that I can have so many skills that can be used in this place without using the golden finger of the merit system.

Qin Mianmian couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he discovered this, took a piece of charcoal and went back into the house.

Mrs. Fu Chen was not in a hurry, but felt a little strange when she saw her taking the charcoal.

"Are you going to trace flowers on this shoe pattern? You can't embroider it even if you trace it. I'm not good at it." She said with a bitter smile.

She was really not confident about the embroidery job. Others embroidered anything, but she embroidered everything awkwardly.

"Mom, didn't I say it? It doesn't depend on your embroidery skills. As long as you embroider it according to the painting, it will be fine. Keep it nice."

Qin Mianmian was mysterious, picked up the charcoal and started tracing on the insole.

The charcoal was still a bit thick, so after tracing it a few times, she probably felt it was difficult to use, so she whittled it again with a knife.

Charcoal was not easy to peel, so I scraped it bit by bit.

It wasn't until she scraped the charcoal pieces into sharp charcoal pencils that she began to draw on the insoles again.

She carefully traced the shape of an orchid on it, and then began to draw a thin grid next to it.

She was so absorbed in painting that she didn't even notice the guests coming to her house.

Madam Fu Chen looked up when the figure first appeared at the door, and was obviously startled when she saw the person.

"Xiao Shen." She greeted with a smile.

"Auntie, are you busy?" Wan Shen had a smile on her face and lowered her voice when she saw Qin Mianmian lowering her head and working.

"Yeah, it's okay now that it's not raining. Can you sew some shoe mats for winter use?" Mrs. Fu Chen warmly greeted her to sit down, but Mrs. Wan Shen's attention was entirely on Qin Mianmian.

"Sister, what do you mean by describing it like this?" She looked at it with great interest, so she couldn't help but ask.

Qin Mianmian looked up in shock and saw her looking at him with bright eyes.

"Here, let's do a simple embroidery job." Qin Mianmian patted the charcoal on her hand, frowned and clicked her tongue in disgust.

"This one is still not easy to use. It would be better if I had that dye." She thought to herself.

Mrs. Wan Shen smiled and said, "Isn't it easy to dye ointment? In this hot day, there are many things on the mountain, but it's just more troublesome to do.

But it’s been hot lately and I don’t want to go out. If the girl wants, I can make some for you. "

When Qin Mianmian heard what she said, he suddenly seemed to have discovered a new world.

"Sister-in-law, do you know how to make dye?" Her eyes widened.

Wan Shen shook her head: "I can do it, but I'm afraid it won't work on dyeing cloth, as it will fall off easily."

The things she mentioned are all edible, and many people will prepare some to dye pancakes or make glutinous rice during holidays.

When she was a child, she was quite naughty and liked to study these things and try to make them thicker and dye them into beautiful fabrics.

I've been beaten a lot for this.

It's not that it won't work if it's used to dye cloth. It's just that the color dyed with it is easy to fade, and it won't be colorless after washing it twice.

Not only is there no color, the cloth will look uglier than before it was dyed.

She spoke little by little, not because she didn't want to help Qin Mianmian, but because she was afraid that she would still be left behind after working so hard on the dye.

Who knew Qin Mianmian would be even more excited when she heard that this thing could be washed off.

"Really, sister-in-law, your dye cream can be washed off after being stained on the cloth? That's great." She grabbed Wan Shen's hand, and Le's eyes almost narrowed into a thin line.

"Yes, it can be washed off. But why are you so happy? It won't look good if the color can be washed off." Wan Shen didn't understand what made her happy, so she could only ask.

Qin Mianmian waved her hand: "Buddha says you can't say it, sister-in-law, just do it and I will pay you."

As she said this, she went to the yard to wash her hands, and when she came back she started threading needles and twisting threads. "Mianmian, did you embroider this insole yourself?" Fu Chen originally wanted to take it and try it out according to the pattern she drew, but she unexpectedly started to embroider it herself.

"You will know what's going on after I embroider my mother. Do our threads only have three colors?" Qin Mianmian looked down at the thread in her hand, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yes, the colors of the clothes at home are all simple. Those embroidery threads with beautiful colors are valuable. Only embroiderers will buy them." Mrs. Fu Chen pursed her lips and smiled, saying with some regret.

A flash of sadness flashed in her eyes. Although she was not rich in the past, she had never had such a difficult time. Even buying an embroidery thread was difficult.

But now.
Forget it, she just wants everyone in the family to be well and nothing will happen again.

Qin Mianmian didn't pay attention to her expression, only looking down at the coil in her hand.

The three coils are not big, and they are only gray, navy blue and white.

People say that for exquisite embroidery work, the first thing to do is to have a good-looking color scheme.

The color is simple, and the embroidered insole will probably be unsatisfactory.

But she just wanted to try it out first, and then consider the color if it was feasible.

Thinking of this, she shrugged, twisted the white thread and put it on, then started to embroider the shoe mat.

She did not embroider according to the lines she had drawn, but began to embroider small crosses one after another within the grid of lines she had drawn.

This embroidery method was very common in later generations. When it was most popular, she herself embroidered two finished products.

In the world where she grew up, people affectionately called this embroidery method cross-stitch.

White embroidery thread shuttles on the insole, and she uses this color as the petals of an orchid.

White orchids are actually quite reasonable, right?

She was embroidering unhappy, but Mrs. Fu Chen and Mrs. Wan Shen next to her frowned.

Although Fu Chen is not proficient in embroidery, she also knows that embroidery pays attention to texture.

If you can embroider a little cross into a flower like this, then what else is the embroidery lady doing after practicing her skills for so many years?

Although she didn't agree with it, she didn't say much.

Anyway, it’s just a pair of shoe mats, so even if the embroidery is damaged, it doesn’t matter.

Wan Shen, on the other hand, looked suspicious but also quite interested.

When Qin Mianmian finished embroidering an orchid petal, she clicked her tongue.

"My dear, after living for so many years, this is the first time I know that flowers can be embroidered like this."

Mrs. Fu Chen was also stunned. She initially planned to throw away the insole, but she didn't expect that it would be okay to embroider only one petal.

It looks much better than the dense stitches she embroidered.

Of course, it is quite different from the one embroidered by the embroiderer, but it still looks good.

To be honest, who among ordinary people can afford exquisite embroidery?

But if it's Qin Mianmian, it seems like every household can afford it.

After Qin Mianmian took up the thread, Wan Shen took the insole over without any courtesy and looked left and right.

"Sister, I didn't expect you to have this skill. How can you embroider a few crosses into one petal?"

"Is this okay? In fact, the color is not good. The carbon underneath is black, which affects the appearance." Qin Mianmian felt a little embarrassed by her compliment and touched her nose.

When she was embroidering the insoles, she accidentally got some black on her hands. She didn't notice it, but now she touched it all on the tip of her nose.

(End of this chapter)