There are flowers and wine, hoeing and farming

Chapter 21

After that, the girl probably found out that Cheng Zhigao was not the benefactor she had been looking for for a long time, so she disappeared, and the news of their family asking around was gone. Later, after Lao Li came back from delivering goods outside, he came to apologize in person .

Cheng Daman naturally knew what Lao Li was like, so he just sighed and asked him to go home and take care of his wife, instead of blaming him, he sent him back a lot of pickled vegetables at home.

Qiaoqiao looked at Lao Li, with a thin body and pale skin, he looked a little cowardly and timid, and he probably belonged to a person who was not in charge at home. If it weren't for the oppression of women in this era, I'm afraid this The woman has long been riding on Lao Li's head.

When this man left, he looked at Cheng Zhigao a few more times, and there was obvious reluctance and love in his eyes. Probably, he had thought of marrying his daughter to this honest and down-to-earth child a long time ago, but later Some changes caught him off guard. At this point, if he said something again, he would be embarrassing himself.

After he left, Cheng Daman told Ning that this old Li was also a pitiful person. From the past, his mother-in-law was not a very worry-free person. He couldn't hold his head up, and later, because of these things, his wood was not easy to sell, so he had to go to other villages and towns to sell it.

Qiaoqiao heard this, ran to Cheng Daman's side and said, "Father, how is my mother?"

Cheng Daman was stunned for a moment, then understood, pinched her nose and said, "Well, well, your mother is the best, better than other mothers."

Qiaoqiao continued to smirk: "What about other people's daughter-in-law?"

Ning's face turned red, and she made a gesture to go up and hit Qiaoqiao: "You little girl, come here for me, you dare to laugh at your mother."

"Hey, hey..." Qiaoqiao pushed into Cheng Daman's arms with all her strength.

"What is my sister doing?" Cheng Zhigao heard Qiaoqiao's laughter from the yard, and walked in: "Little girl, come and see what brother bought for you?"

Qiaoqiao looked up and exclaimed in surprise: "Ah, I bought it back."

Qiaoqiao rushed over to pick it up, Cheng Zhigao immediately lifted the thing high and hung it in mid-air, Qiaoqiao couldn't reach it after several jumps, and gave him a hard look: "Father, mother..."

"Here, here you are, stop shouting, if you shout, I'm going to be unlucky again, I might not even be able to eat lunch, so what's the matter? I've offended our Cheng family's baby, and I'm still hungry How many meals will it take to finish the calculation?" Cheng Zhigao immediately put down the things in his hand and handed them to Qiaoqiao, jokingly said.

Both Cheng Daman and Ning Shi laughed.

Qiaoqiao took the silk cloth brought to her by her elder brother. What she asked for was a one-foot-square piece, but her elder brother bought her three pieces, and each one had a different color.

Probably guessing that she was going to do purse or other embroidery work, Cheng Zhigao chose very bright and bright colors for her, peach pink, light green, lake blue each, silky material, very good to the touch Qiaoqiao didn't know if it was real silk, but the feeling of touching it let her know that it was definitely not a very bad imitation material.

She put away her things, raised her head and waved to her elder brother, signaling him to lower her head: "Thank you, elder brother. Come here, I want to thank you."

Cheng Zhigao shook exaggeratedly: "Are you going to kiss me again? Forget it, save me from drooling again, and ask me to wash my face."

Qiaoqiao listened to the louder laughter of her parents behind her, put her hands on her hips and said, "Hmph, it's your honor for me to kiss you."

"It's an honor to give it to your little brother, I don't want it anymore."

"Who wants it besides father and mother?" Cheng Zhiyuan walked in from the outside, humming disdainfully.

Qiaoqiao was in a hurry, and rushed forward to pinch the little brother, but how could she run because of her short arms and short legs, Cheng Zhiyuan could only be left far behind, groaning angrily and yelling, waiting for him to come back , Let father and mother beat him.

Back in the house, Ning touched the few pieces of cloth that were not too big: "Qiaoqiao, what do you want to use this for?"

Qiaoqiao thought for a while: "Well, I originally wanted to make a small purse, but my brother bought several yuan, so I can make something else. Do you want to use it? I can use one piece."

"No, your brother bought it for you. You can use it yourself. You can do whatever you want, but will you do it?"

Qiaoqiao raised her chin: "Yes."

"Hey, brother, why do you have pimples on your face?" Qiaoqiao and Ning moved the small table to the yard, and covered it with their own fabrics under the bright spring sun. walk in.

"Here?" Cheng Zhigao touched a pimple on the right side of his face.

"En, yes." I didn't notice it in the dark room just now, but now I can see that it is a kind of big acne-like pimple, but fortunately there are not many, just one.

"It's okay, just one, it will be fine in a few days."

"Oh." Qiaoqiao looked at it, and there was indeed only one, so she didn't care about it and continued with her handicraft business.

What she spread out was the peach-pink fabric. First, she lightly drew a circle with a embroidering pen, then compared it for a long time, and drew a rectangle. Finally, she took out the scissors and carefully cut it out.

Ning asked curiously: "Qiaoqiao, what are you doing?"

Qiaoqiao didn't even raise her head: "Mother, you'll know later, you can help me make two long and thin ropes in a nice color, just use one of the corners to twist it into one, and you can use the thread to give it to me. I sew it up."

"Okay." Ning happily cooperated with her daughter.

After Qiaoqiao cut it out, she threaded the needle and threaded it. First, she sewed up the rectangle. It was her first time holding a needle and thread. Her little hands were not very flexible, so she sewed very slowly. It took a long time to sew one stitch after another before she could barely sew it together. Alright, lift it up and put it forward, nod your head and let it go on to the next task.

Ning laughed lightly, and took the piece of cloth that her daughter thought she was satisfied enough to nod to look at.

The needle and thread are uneven and a little skewed, but for the first time, it is very good, at least, it will not be broken, and it will not be exaggerated.

Qiaoqiao picked up the circular piece of cloth, aligned the stitched piece of cloth with the circle, and it fit just right, and then she started to sew around the circle.

This time it was a bit more difficult, because she planned to sew it up and then turn it over, so that the feet could be hidden inside, and the outside was a round patch of cloth.

After sewing a circle, she let out a long breath. After turning it over, it became a cylindrical cloth bag, but it was not finished yet. She took the slender cloth strip that she had kneaded and sewed from Ning's hand. Put it on the upper edge of the cylinder, turn over a small piece of cloth to wrap the cloth strip, and want to sew it on.

But this time she tried several times, but it didn't work. Firstly, her skill was not enough, but her hands were too small. After several attempts, she was out of breath.

Ning hurriedly coaxed: "Don't worry, it's already very good for you to do this, mother wouldn't do this when you were your age." Then, she took these things from Qiaoqiao's hands, and helped her dexterously They are sewn together, and finally, when the long strip of cloth is pulled, the seal of the purse is closed, and a round and lovely purse is formed.

Qiaoqiao held it in her hand and looked at it over and over again, very proud. Although there are still many shortcomings, but after all, it was made by myself, so I love it no matter how I look at it.

"Mom, am I doing well?"

"Okay."

Qiaoqiao loved her so much, she left the mess on the table and ran to show off to Cheng Daman and her two elder brothers. Naturally, she got praise from one, scorn from the other, and a smile from the other.

Not bad.

Back home, she looked at the few scraps of cloth that Ning had sorted out on the table, she thought for a while, walked over, gestured with Ning, the two worked together, and finally used the cut ones After the cloth strips were sewn into a long and thin one, a round ball of peach pink cloth was woven.

After making seven or eight out of pieces of cloth like this, Qiaoqiao went to find the little brother.

"Brother, can you make something for me?"

Cheng Zhiyuan was seriously planing a piece of wood: "What?"

"You make me a hairpin out of copper wire."

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant at all.

In fact, Qiaoqiao is thinking of using the simplest black steel wire hairpin in the world, and then passing through the cloth ball I just made to make the simplest cute candy-colored hairpin.

After explaining for a long time, Cheng Zhiyuan finally understood, and he reluctantly agreed to give it a try under the temptation of making a new purse and asking for thousands of prayers.

"That's not the case. Two pieces should be pasted together."

"If you want to make a bend, it's better to be smooth."

"No, no, no."

"Go away, I'm so annoying." Cheng Zhiyuan finally couldn't help it, and glared at his noisy sister.

Well, for the sake of the hairpin, I endured it, Qiaoqiao retreated to the back and watched quietly, couldn't help but stepped forward to correct it a few times, and then forcibly endured it.

At the end when Cheng Zhiyuan handed over the finished hairpin, Qiaoqiao tried it. Although the elasticity was not as good as the steel wire hairpin, it was already very good. He nodded his head in satisfaction and smiled obsequiously: "Brother? How about, How many more shall we make?"

"While playing, I'm very busy. I don't have time to ask my elder brother to do it for you."

"You nasty little brother..."

"soy Mujer……"

"Bastard..."

"...If you say it again, I'll beat you up."

After a while, Qiaoqiao fled to Ning Shi's side with the only hairpin she had made, and cried aggrievedly: "Mother, brother said he wanted to beat me, but he still doesn't make me a hairpin."

Ning smiled and stroked her daughter's hair: "Mother asked him to do it for you."

"I want seven more."

"Ok, no problem."

"Mom, why don't you ask me if I have any questions?" Cheng Zhiyuan shouted outside the yard.

(End of this chapter)