The champion is my son

Chapter 20 Silkworm Flower and Shu Embroidery

With his small arms and legs, Yun Ji sneaked into the flower snatchers taking advantage of his petite body like a loach, and picked up two flowers that he thought were more beautiful.

"Mother, grandma, look." Yun Ji smiled all over his face, and proudly waved the flower in his hand in front of the two adults.

Jiang Shi and Li Qing originally planned to join the ranks of snatching flowers, but Yun Ji ran so fast, Li Qing smiled and wiped Yun Ji's head, saying: "Xiao Bai is really amazing."

"Yunji will bring it to my mother and grandma."

"Oh, my little Yunji also knows how to be considerate to others." Jiang smiled so happily.

Li Qing had a colorful silkworm flower on his head, pinching his son's face.

"Come, I'll bring it for you." Coincidentally, there are sons who grab flowers for their mothers and grandmas, and naturally there are husbands who grab flowers for their wives.

Li Qing saw that the woman had a straight belly, and the slightly dark young man beside her carefully brought a silkworm flower for her.The woman gently caressed her protruding belly, and both of them had happy and sweet smiles on their faces.This scene is like a warm portrait.

Seeing Li Qing staring at the two of them without moving, Jiang shi felt a little bit...why wasn't she back then?

At this moment, those who got the flowers were all overjoyed, while those who didn't got the flowers were naturally full of sadness. I saw that the Jiang family who didn't participate in the flower grabbing procession both wore flowers on their heads.

"Hey, Mrs. Jiang's family really gave birth to a good son."

"Isn't it? You're only five years old. Even a robber can't catch up with this thing." A newlywed woman who didn't get the flowers raised her hand to cover her nose, and said some sour words.

"What you said is wrong. The child is a filial son. It seems that Mrs. Jiang will tear your mouth with such words." The other stepped forward and joked.

"You..." Jiang wanted to go up and grab their cheeks to see how thick they were, but Li Qing grabbed her hand.

"They sang in unison. If Mother goes up and beats someone up, they will find an opportunity to bite back. It's unknown. It's better to stay still." Hearing what Li Qing said, Jiang shi calmed down and thought carefully, it was indeed a trap.

Li Qing patted his son's head, and said softly: "They are making trouble for no reason, Xiaobai is relieved, don't meet such village women." Yun Ji nodded obediently, and the tears that hadn't shed from her eyes shrank back again.

When he grows up, no one will dare to bully his mother and grandma, just like his father protects his mother.

Jiang rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Hehe, I have no ability to vent my anger on a five-year-old child. Gossiping women don't feel ashamed."

"Gossip? Who do you say is a gossip?"

Mrs. Li on the side immediately pulled her back: "Hey, we are all from the same village, so don't get angry." Mrs. Li lowered her voice and kept her mouth still, "The village chief and the elders of all ethnic groups are still watching. Damage to reputation."

"Also, I would like to advise you again, whoever dares to gossip behind their backs and swear behind their backs is overheard by my old lady, don't blame my old lady for being ruthless."

Today is a big day for offering sacrifices to the Silkworm God. Jiang didn't want to be violent, nor did she want to be so forceful, but if she wasn't forceful, she would spit on her face.

Since Tomson grew up, she lost the aggressiveness she had when she was young, and made people forget the past and her methods.

The newlywed lady broke away from Li Shi's hand and snorted coldly, looking unconvinced.A group of people surrounded her, taking turns persuading her.

In fact, when the silkworm flower is made, each person is ordered to have one flower. If someone takes more, someone must not have it.

After grabbing the silkworm flowers, the next step is to feed the silkworms to eat mulberry leaves. The more you eat, the more auspicious you will be.

This is the end of the sacrifice.

After bidding farewell to Empress Silkworm and the elders of various ethnic groups, the three of them prepared to go back.

Neighbor Wang brought Wang Hong's mother and son to the Jiang family's mother and son. The main force of her family had gone to work in the county at the moment and was not able to participate in the sacrifice.

"These people just watched you lose your backing and use different tricks to humiliate you." Wang Hongshi said worriedly, holding Li Qing's hand. "They are only talking now, and they don't know what bad things they will do in the future. What should we do?"

Li Qing said: "It's all right, the soldiers will block it when they come, the water will cover it with soil, and the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."

"That's right, we need them to do something before we can think of countermeasures."

Relying on the mountains to fall, relying on the water to recede, relying on nothing is better than relying on yourself.

Mrs. Jiang and Mrs. Wang walked behind, while the two children jumped up and down and ran ahead.

"Yunji, don't be afraid, I will protect you from now on." Wang Liyue stood on a rock and patted his chest, showing the courage that a big brother should have.

Yun Ji nodded heavily, "I believe in Brother Li Yue."

Li Yue jumped down from the rock, and the two children clapped their hands together as an oath.

It was this promise that allowed Li Yue and Yunji to think of each other no matter how difficult the road of life was, and the brotherhood was formed at this time, perhaps earlier.

"Mother, let's eat." Standing at the door of Jiang's bedroom, Li Qing stretched his head in and shouted.

More than ten days had passed since the sacrifice, and their lives were relatively peaceful, and some unknown factors did not happen, but it caused Li Qing to worry for a few days.

Mrs. Jiang is embroidering the picture of a hundred flowers blooming on the edge of the window, and the last small petal is finished.

Li Qing looked at Jiang's acupuncture techniques, such as dizzy, spreading, rolling, cutting, mixing, sanding, covering, etc., which made her dazzled.The stitches are neat, and the threads are not only bright, but also very tight and soft. This is Shu embroidery.

Look at the unfinished "Hundred Flowers Zhengyan", the flowers are bright and shiny.The blossoms are vivid, as if they are real.The whole picture is bright and dark, and the details are to the extreme.

Especially for those butterflies, Li Qing didn't dare to breathe out, for fear of disturbing them, what if they flew away?
In this way, I am in the land of Shu!But the place names here are different, but Jinzhou is still the same Jin, and Shu embroidery is still the familiar Shu embroidery.But the name is different.

After Jiang embroidered the last few stitches, she tied a knot, and when she lifted it, the knot disappeared somewhere.

"I've recovered." Jiang walked to the door and patted Li Qing on the shoulder.Li Qing came to a sudden, and the virtual scene in front of him gradually turned into reality.

She was fascinated.

After giggling twice, Li Qing said: "Mother's embroidery skills have reached the peak of perfection, I can't help it, I can't help it."

Jiang touched Li Qing's forehead with her finger, and said with a sneer: "Look at your small mouth, you are talking nonsense, I am just average, if you say good embroidery skills, it is still in the city of Jinzhou The old lady of the Zhang family in Nanxiang, I was fortunate enough to receive her guidance back then, and I have the skill I have today. Compared with her, I have only a shape and no soul."

Sure enough, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the doorway.But Li Qing felt that Jiang shi was being self-effacing. In fact, her embroidery skills had already reached the pinnacle.

When Li Qing was a girl, she never learned embroidery skills. She only knew how to tailor and sew clothes. When she married Jiang’s family, she learned embroidery skills from Jiang’s family for a period of time. Later, because of the birth of her child, she stopped picking up needlework. .

(End of this chapter)