A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 148

On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, the Xia family took out the needle and thread seriously, and asked Meng Yan to do handwork according to the occasion.

But the Qiqiao festival in Meng Yan's mind is different from the Qiqiao festival in Xia's mind, July [-]th, isn't it Qixi Festival, she should definitely go on a date with Ah Heng, why is she held here to do needlework!
The Xia family also didn't expect Meng Yan to be as active in handicrafts and needlework as the other girls' families were, so she didn't want to force Meng Yan to go to a garden party like this, because it would be a lot of embarrassment.

Therefore, Xia's request in his heart is not high, as long as Meng Yan symbolizes doing it.

All morning, Meng Yan reluctantly stuck a few stitches into the embroidery frame, and then handed in homework to Mrs. Xia.

As a result, Mrs. Xia took it over and took a look. It was a lump of white flowers that could not be seen, and said, "Didn't I ask you to embroider simple butterflies? What are you embroidering?"

Meng Yan said, "This is a simple butterfly."

Xia said: "Tell me how does this look like a butterfly? What about its wings, what about its wings!"

Meng Yan scratched her cheek with her fingers, and said, "Oh, it's still a cocoon now, and it will turn into a butterfly in two days."

Xia Shi: "..."

Meng Yan explained to Xia in a serious manner: "Mother, don't underestimate this lump. There is one thing with form, and all things with formlessness. You can call it a flower, a butterfly, or a mandarin duck. Phoenix. Because it looks like a seed, a cocoon, and an egg. Anyway, the shape is round, and everyone is similar. After two days, the one that should germinate, and the one that should break the shell shell."

Xia's face was dark, and said: "I still look like your head, can it still bloom!"

From the porch outside the door came two snickers at the right time, and Xia Shi said angrily through the door: "Wang Xing, why are you laughing!"

Yin Heng restrained his voice, and said: "I'm sorry Ma'am, I couldn't hold back for a while."

Meng Yan said: "Ah Heng, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Yin Heng said solemnly: "Well, logically there is no problem."

In the end, Meng Yan was kicked out by Xia Shi, and threw her a handful of embroidery needles for her to thread.It must all be worn on one line.

So Meng Yan sat on the porch, strenuously threading a needle like cross-eyed...

Just looking at this handful of embroidery needles, one can tell that the Xia clan has long been prepared to sharpen Meng Yan's character.

But while sharpening Meng Yan's mind, Yin Heng was also sharpened by the way.Because Yin Heng sat on the porch with her and helped her thread the needle.

Meng Yan squeezed her eyes into the small pinhole, and said: "Who stipulated that today we must get all these needles and threads? Isn't Qixi Festival a date and a relationship? The Cowherd and Weaver Girl only meet once a year. It's hard to see each other again." Can't you just sit and sew clothes with a needle in peace?"

After finally getting one in, Meng Yan smacked her lips, and said again: "Isn't this nonsense, it must be a fire from the sky. Don't talk about weaving clouds in the sky to make brocades, you may be so excited that you can't even touch the needles." I can't hold it steady."

The blue veins on Xia's forehead twitched, and said: "Meng Yan, if you put a needle through it, don't talk! Aren't you ashamed!"

Meng Yan glanced at Yin Heng, saw that there was a half smile on his lips, and said: "Isn't it okay for me and Ah Heng to adjust the relationship between husband and wife? Mother, your thinking is not good, you have to improve."

Then Meng Yan discovered that Yin Heng was more handy than her.The bright silver embroidery needle stayed between his slender fingers for a short moment, and then he threaded it into the twine. He threaded more needles than himself!
This made Xia see it, and Xia sighed with a complicated face: "Ah Nam, look at you, men are doing better than you!"

Compared with these manual work, Meng Yan is still more interested in the evening reception.Although she doesn't go drinking with others, she can watch the excitement.

In the afternoon, the country tyrants came to Meng Yan's house one after another, excitedly talking about the reception, everyone was high-spirited, and prepared to try it out on stage.

Meng Yan heard them boldly say that even if they don't get the first prize or the bonus, they can still drink to their heart's content.However, their expressions betrayed them, each and every one of them had a meaning ready to move - I want to get rich overnight.

Of course, the town bullies have to be fully prepared and come to Meng Yan to give him some anti-alcoholic medicine.

Meng Yan finally didn't have to do some needlework, so she quickly made a pair for each of them.

In the evening, the town bullies had dinner at Meng Yan's house, and then excitedly prepared to go to the streets.

Today, the streets are very lively, with lanterns, poems, wine competitions and singing, emerging in endlessly.

Meng Yan and Yin Heng are also going out for a stroll tonight, and the town bullies are waiting for Meng Yan in the yard with Yin Heng.

At that time Xia Shi was sitting in front of the dressing table, Meng Yan put her shoulders on Xia Shi's shoulder from behind, tilted her head and said, "Mother, come and play with us."

Xia Shi looked at Meng Yan in the bronze mirror with amused and loving eyes, and said: "I have been holding back all day today, and I can finally go out to play. Do you still remember Mother?" She patted Meng Yan's hand and said, " You go, mother won't go. How can mother still play around with you young people?"

Having been in the city for so long, the Xia family is quite familiar with the city.This Qiqiao Festival is mostly prepared for unmarried young men and women, and the Xia family does not want to join in the fun.

Now her mentality has changed, Xia Shi doesn't want to disturb Meng Yan and Yin Heng, which makes Meng Yan have to take care of her.

When Meng Yan went out, she still scratched the crack of the door and poked her head back again, asking, "Mother, are you really not going? I heard that the lanterns on the street are beautiful."

Looking at her bright eyes, Xia said with a smile: "Isn't there still next month's Mid-Autumn Festival for viewing lanterns, and this time is not missing."

"OK then."

Before going out, Meng Yan told Xia family to close the gate of the courtyard.

There are several bolts on the gate of the courtyard at home, and they are thick and strong; the courtyard wall is also tall and big, Meng Yan has specially taken care of it, and there are sharp objects stuck on the top of the wall, and there is not even a tree that can be climbed nearby; Houses in the countryside are much safer, and ordinary people cannot break into them.

It's been fine since moving here.

Xia Shi also told Meng Yan not to play too late, but to come back earlier.

Once on the street, there are clusters of lanterns, bustling and lively.

The young girls are all traveling in three companions and five places, colorful, talking and laughing.

I heard that there was a reception over there, and many people were attracted to it.

Meng Yan was worried that Yin Heng would be crowded, so she stopped when she reached the periphery of the crowd watching.

And a platform was set up in the middle, and there were huge wine jars on the platform, exuding the fragrance of wine.The restaurants also set up stalls next to them to display all kinds of good wine.

The country tyrants had already rushed to the front, waiting for a while for the wine competition to start and then went to the stage to have a good time.

As the reception just started, there were so many people competing for drinks that they almost filled the entire table.

Meng Yan's eyelids twitched, and he saw that all the town bullies had gone up.

The people below cheered and cheered, and the people above opened their stomachs to dry, and the wine competition was in full swing.

(End of this chapter)