Happy Little Scholar

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The woman who walked into the store looked to be in her thirties. She had a beautiful appearance, but she had extremely eye-catching white hair. This was also the reason why the girl was briefly stunned just now.

The white-haired woman asked in a soft voice: "I ordered a piece of Suyun Jin here yesterday. I wonder if it has arrived now?"

"I've sent someone to rush it. It will be here soon." The girl smiled apologetically and said, "Madam, you might as well go to the inner room and sit for a while with some tea and cakes. I will notify you as soon as the goods arrive."

The standard of this fabric shop is extremely high even in Kyoto, which is full of shops. Because the fabrics are expensive, they usually only entertain distinguished guests, so a room was specially opened in the back for guests to rest while waiting. For recreational purposes.

When the maid behind the white-haired woman helped her towards the inner room, she said with a smile: "If the second master knows that the young lady has prepared a gift for him, he will definitely be very happy."

The white-haired woman shook her head and said: "It's just a pair of knee pads. After the beginning of autumn, it's getting colder. My second brother has an old disease in his leg. I just hope it can reduce his pain..."

The two of them said this and walked slowly into the inner room.

"hiss……"

Zeng Zuimo put down the thing in his hand, looked at the bright red on his fingertips, frowned slightly, and gently sucked his finger.

She was used to the small sting, but she was not satisfied with the things in her hands. They were also women. If Sister Qing could make such exquisite little clothes, why did she get it? It would be as difficult as climbing to the sky. matter.

A baby's small clothes were sewn in a mess by her. Even if she was not thinking about the present, she had to think about the future. Her child would have to wear some clothes sewn by herself------thinking about the future, Qiao Lian It became a little red.

"Girl, are you... making children's clothes?" A slightly surprised voice sounded from behind. Zeng Zuimo turned his head. When he saw the white-haired woman, he was startled at first, and then his face turned redder. He hurriedly put away the things in his hands and said in a panic: "No, just sew for fun..."

The white-haired woman sat down next to her with a smile and said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything is difficult at the beginning. When I started doing it, I couldn't do as well as you..."

"Really?" Zeng Zuimo raised his head and looked at her with some surprise.

The white-haired woman nodded, looked at her and asked, "Is the girl doing this for her own child?"

"I, I don't have children yet." Zeng Zuimo shook his head with a red face.

The white-haired woman looked at her carefully. She didn't open her eyes. She was probably still a virgin. It was indeed a little early to prepare these things now.

But she herself is not like this. Twenty years ago, she had exactly the same thoughts as her. Now she has more than ten sets of small clothes like this at home, but no one has ever worn them...

Her eyes were on the hands of the girl opposite, looking at the poorly made little clothes, but it seemed that some memories were evoked. She stared at them blankly for a moment, then shook her head and pointed to the clothes. Somewhere, he smiled and said: "Look, it shouldn't be sewn like this..."

Hearing her talk about clothes, Zeng Zuimo looked up hurriedly.

The white-haired woman smiled and said: "And here, this kind of acupuncture cannot be used here. I will teach you an acupuncture method, which was taught by the best nun in the house..."

Zeng Zuimo already had high attainments in painting, and he had designed so many styles of clothes, so his imagination was naturally very strong. The white-haired woman could immediately figure out the mysteries with just a little nudge...

She took apart the parts that had been sewn together and followed her instructions. It turned out to be much better than before.

"Thank you so much..."

At this moment, she finally found the right direction and felt quite a sense of accomplishment. She held the white-haired woman's hand and said excitedly.

The white-haired woman smiled and asked: "The girl and her lover should be getting married soon, right?"

Zeng Zuimo was stunned, lowered his head, and said with a red face: "I don't know when..."

The white-haired woman patted her hand and said: "Being a female is not a difficult task. As long as you work hard, you can learn it quickly. It comes in a hurry..."

This matter could not be explained, Zeng Zuimo just blushed, lowered his head and said nothing.

At this time, the girl just walked in from outside and said, "Madam, the Suyun brocade you wanted has arrived."

The white-haired woman stood up, nodded, thought for a moment, and then asked: "I wonder if you have those 'Soft Smoke' and 'Candy Gauze' here?"

"Soft smoke" and "candy organdy" are materials that have been making a lot of noise in Kyoto recently. People are spreading the rumors about them. There are even a few stories about these two fabrics that are not true or false. Although they have not been sold yet, But the price has reached an absurd level.

The girl shook her head and said: "These two kinds of fabrics have not been officially sold yet. You can't buy them in any cloth shop in Kyoto."

The white-haired woman nodded and said, "Forget it then."

"Miss, I heard that the soft smoke is very thin. If it is made into a tent, it will look like smoke from a distance. Is it true..." When walking out of the shop, a little maid behind her was holding the cloth. He muttered something.

"I just heard the second lady mention it, and I originally wanted to buy it as a gift to her. Since it hasn't been sold in Kyoto yet, I'll wait until later." The white-haired woman shook her head and said, "Go back."

"Wait a moment..."

There were footsteps behind her. The white-haired woman turned her head and saw the girl walking out quickly.

Zeng Zuimo looked at her and said with a smile: "If you want the "soft smoke gauze" and "chanting wing gauze", I just have some extra ones. If you don't mind..."

The white-haired woman was stunned for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

"Okay."

...

"Miss, this soft smoke gauze is really thin. It must be beautiful when made into a gauze curtain. That girl is so generous that she gave us four pieces at once. I heard that this cloth has four colors in total. Now we have it all..."

"This chanting wing gauze is not bad either. It looks good. These two kinds of cloth cannot be bought in the whole Kyoto. I don't know where Miss Zeng got them from..."

On the street, two little maids were holding a few pieces of cloth in their arms, talking in a low voice while walking.

Behind the two, a square-faced man turned his head and whispered, "Go down and check, what is the origin of that woman just now?"

The white-haired woman looked back at them and said, "No need, if you meet someone randomly on the street, you have to check their origins. How many people do you need to arrange around me, second brother?"

The man looked embarrassed and said, "Miss San, but the second master..."

"If the second brother asks, I will explain it myself." The white-haired woman looked at him and said, "However, the second brother is busy with official duties on weekdays, so don't bother him with these trivial matters."

"Yes..." The man could only nod helplessly.

The white-haired woman turned her head and smiled slightly. When she looked at the woman, she seemed to see herself many years ago, so she taught her those things in the cloth shop.

Later, the girl asked someone to go back and get the cloth, and the two sat in the shop for a while and talked.

Of course, most of the time, it was the girl who asked him about needlework, and she answered them one by one, including the other party's request to make an appointment to continue asking her questions, and she agreed without hesitation.

She could understand and comprehend the girl's thoughts. She made small clothes for her children, even if her fingers were pierced by needles and scarred, but no matter how much hardship she endured, her heart must be sweet.

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