Zhang Xing, with the help of Aunt He and Aunt He's youngest daughter Wei Yun'er, finally made three clothes before the year, of course, at her level, don't be reluctant to work or something. Aunt He kindly took Zhang Xing to Weijiazhuang's most skillful Anzi family to learn the craft, and Anzi's daughter-in-law glanced at Zhang Xing's hand and said directly: "Your hand is not the material for holding needles!"

Zhang Xing's face turned red at that time, to be honest, she had rarely been denied so unceremoniously. After this blow, she couldn't help but look at her hands when she went back—her five fingers were dry and hard like a rake, the roots of her fingers were calloused and hard, and the skin in her palms was so rough that they hurt when they scraped on people.

Zhang Xing couldn't help but be decadent, her hands really didn't look like doing meticulous work, they were too rough, how could there be a little tenderness in her eleven or twelve-year-old daughter's hands - well, she forgot that she was only eleven or twelve years old now, like a flower. But what she thinks about all day long is to be fed, clothed, and live.

Aunt He comforted Zhang Xing: "Xing'er, don't believe what the mother-in-law says! What is not the material for holding a needle? Doesn't she just know how to draw a few tricks? She really thinks she is amazing?

Wei Yun'er also held Zhang Xing and said: "Xing'er, I have a box of ointment for wiping hands in my house, I have only used it a few times, but I am not used to its smell, if you don't dislike it, you can use it." ”

It was a problem for Zhang Xing to eat enough after coming here, how could there be such a good thing as wiping her hands and wiping her face? Of course, it was not her turn to dislike it. She followed Wei Yun'er to her house. In addition to Wei Yun'er's daughter, Aunt He's son also has a son and a daughter, the eldest daughter Wei Xiang'er, married to Zhanghe Town, and her son Wei Baohong. I am seventeen years old this year, and I am also engaged. It's just that the daughter-in-law who didn't pass through the door was gone in the flood this year, and his family affairs were delayed. This happened. Wei Baohong was depressed.

Zhang Xing came to Wei Yun'er's house, Wei Baohong was in the house, saw Zhang Xing nodded, and without saying a word, he avoided it.

Zhang Xing came to Wei Yun'er's room, Wei Yun'er took out several small boxes and cans, and told Zhang Xing excitedly, which is the ointment and which is the head oil. Which is rouge gouache.

These things that women in this place have in their homes, Zhang Xing has seen them in Ye Hexiang. It's just that her mother regards these as treasures, and every time she uses them, she quickly puts them away, and she doesn't let her own daughter take a few more looks. Wei Yun'er was like a treasure, and Zhang Xing naturally passed everything in her hands.

Rouge gouache and other things, although Zhang Xing has not used them here, he can still tell that they are good or bad. Wei Yun'er's things tasted too strong, and the powder was too coarse. Obviously inferior. It's not as good as the ones used by Ye Hexiang. Wei Yun'er still regarded it as a treasure, and after giving Zhang Xing a look, she hurriedly put it away. picked up another box of black huhu I don't know what it was, and said to Zhang Xing, "Xing'er." You see, that's it. I've only used it a few times. ”

Zhang Xing took it, and there was indeed a smell of nasal rushing. It smells like olive oil, but it doesn't look good. But rubbing it in your hands is really oily. Zhang Xing accepted it with a smile, "Thank you." You're welcome. ”

"Who wants you to be polite?" Wei Yun'er said with a smile.

Zhang Xing saw that there was still a sewing basket on the table, and an embroidery inside was embroidered with some flowers and plants, but it was not finished yet. She smiled and asked, "You embroidered this?"

Wei Yun'er picked up the embroidery frame, sat next to Zhang Xing, and said while putting down the needle: "Yes, I don't have anything to do at home, so I can only do this, although it is far less good than my mother's embroidery, but I can also help make up for the family." ”

Zhang Xing's heart moved when she heard this. She is now seeing the money, most of the money of the Wei family is in Wei Yunhai's hands, and even Ye Hexiang doesn't have a lot of money in her hands, she is not worried that Wei Yunhai will treat them harshly, but their family is more complicated, and it is always more convenient for the money to be in her hands. She only had more than one or two taels of silver that Liu Laicai kindly gave when she got off the boat, she stayed at Li Dahe's house for one night, and when she saw that his family had a problem eating, she put a handful of copper coins on his table, which was estimated to be only eight or nine yuan. Now she had only one or two pieces of silver and sixty-seven copper plates in her hands. She was afraid that Ye Hexiang would enter her room on a whim one day, so she found a jar with money and put it in the back of the cabinet.

The one Wei Yun'er embroidered was obviously a handkerchief. Zhang Xing sat next to her and looked carefully, and asked, "How much can this piece of embroidery be sold for?"

"Fifteen or sixteen cents. Wei Yun'er said, "I'm not good at embroidery, so that's all I have." Like Anzi's daughter-in-law, you can buy twenty copper plates. ”

Zhang Xing secretly calculated in her heart that a piece of handkerchief would cost fifteen or sixteen yuan, and if you remove materials such as cloth head needles and threads, you can still get about four or five yuan, which adds up to a lot, and it may not be a way to make money.

It's just that Anzi's daughter-in-law said that her hand is not the material for holding needles, and she needs to work hard to be able to embroider flowers and grass. Although embroidery and grass are not possible for a while, it seems that it is not difficult to draw patterns. The pattern in Wei Yun'er's hand was drawn by the daughter-in-law of Anzi's family, as if it was drawn with charcoal. She had worked painting in the past, and she thought that painting these paintings should be no worse than Anzi's daughter-in-law.

The embroidered frame and the net handkerchief were all bought in the hands of the seller who went from house to house, Zhang Xing said to Wei Yun'er, next time the seller entered the village, he must call her, she also wanted to buy something.

Wei Yun'er nodded, pulled Zhang Xing and said, "Okay, I'll call you when the seller enters the village, he usually has a handkerchief with painted patterns, so we don't have to ask Anzi's daughter-in-law to draw patterns." ”

Zhang Xing was slightly embarrassed, it must be more expensive to paint a good pattern, she is almost money now, so she has to buy a clean handkerchief to paint it herself.

Zhang Xing was afraid that he would not draw for a long time, and when there was no one, he took a branch and practiced on the ground. Zhang Jinbao is not very sticky to Ye Hexiang now, but he pesters his sister Zhang Xing a lot. When he saw Zhang Xing painting on the ground, he also thought it was funny, followed Zhang Xing's buttocks, and took a branch to paint everywhere.

Zhang Xing was amused and a little sad when he saw it, and his heart moved, holding Zhang Jinbao and simply teaching him to practice big characters. The characters in this place were similar to those she had ever known, except in traditional Chinese.

She already knew that the place she was in was not any dynasty she was familiar with, and she had not seen the books in this place, and most of the people she usually came into contact with were some illiterate rural farmers, so she was not sure whether this place was prosperous or not, poetry and songs, and other things, lest she mistake Zhang Jinbao, and did not dare to teach indiscriminately, and only read some disciple rules, three-character scriptures and other things to teach people to do things, and read them to Zhang Jinbao.

After reading it a lot of times, Zhang Jinbao already knew several paragraphs, and Zhang Xing also felt that his hands were not rusty yet, and he could start painting patterns, but the seller couldn't wait for a long time, but waited for the New Year.

Zhang Xing, Wei Minwen, and Wei Minwu all put on new clothes, and they were happy. Ye Hexiang was very depressed, her own clothes because she wanted to pay attention to both style and quality, she was bored and panicked after sitting for a long time, Chinese New Year's Eve, it was not completed, Wei Yunhai's was just cut to look like it, and there was no needle at all.

Wei Yunhai is a big man, he doesn't pay attention to whether he wears new clothes, but Ye Hexiang can't stand it. She has to go back to her parents' house for the New Year, and she has to go to an important big family. The reason why she was able to survive the flood was because of this big family.

If she hadn't climbed into this family and was able to follow her into Yuxian City, how could she have survived with her four or five-year-old son? Huaiyang Palace, what kind of people is that? Those are only a little lower than the emperor! Not to mention the gold and silver mountains at home, how rich and glorious, I heard that cats and dogs are served by special personnel, and the money spent every month is as good as that of ordinary people living a good life without worrying about food and clothing for several years.

Therefore, this relative, she has to move around.

What should I do? She can't get out of the house if the new clothes aren't made. Let her daughter Zhang Xing help her, the dead girl ran faster than a rabbit, and it was easy to catch people, she gave reasons one by one, and she only stared dryly and blushed.

Ye Hexiang almost died, and she couldn't figure out when her cowardly daughter, who used to be silent and timid, became so sharp-toothed?

It seems to have changed since I came back from the outside, and it doesn't seem right, it seems to be a little earlier. When did it start? In short, Ye Hexiang couldn't figure it out.

Ye Hexiang rushed to make new clothes in the room without leaving home, she has always been careful about her own things, and the color of the new cloth is her favorite, so she strives for perfection. In order to make this new dress, she even pushed her precious son Zhang Jinbao out, not to mention the work such as cooking and picking up, and pushed it all to Zhang Xing.

Wei Yunhai went out to do other things, Zhang Xing promised Wei Minwen and Wei Minwu, if the two of them stayed to help add firewood and fire, they could each get a braised rabbit leg. Two foodies are unprincipled in front of food, and they just help throw a few sticks of firewood into the stove, what is this matter?

Wei Minwen was honest and moved a stool to sit in front of the stove to help. He didn't go out, and Wei Minwu didn't have a companion alone, so he naturally stayed at home and didn't go out. When there are people who add firewood to the fire, he will rush in and out, chasing Zhang Jinbao to play.

Zhang Jinbao was entangled with Zhang Xing's rabbit legs, and dragged Zhang Xing's trouser legs, looking at them with tears in his eyes for a long time. Zhang Xing took advantage of Wei Minwen and Wei Minwu's inattention to stuff a piece of rabbit meat into Zhang Jinbao's mouth. Zhang Jinbao was naturally happy when he had meat to eat, although he was a little afraid of the two brothers who swung their fists at him from time to time, but deep down he liked to run with the two of them.

With Ye Hexiang, although his mother is obedient to him, it is not as exciting and interesting as being with his two brothers, besides, there is delicious food in the kitchen, and he can listen to his sister tell interesting stories.

Zhang Jinbao was so happy that he completely forgot about his mother's kiss Ye Hexiang.

Wei Yunhai came back from outside and saw such a lively scene. Zhang Xing brought hot water for him to wash his hands, and said with a smile: "Uncle, the meal will be fine in a while." ”

"Hey. Wei Yunhai smiled in response, feeling that it was really warm in the kitchen, and he couldn't move his legs and feet for a while. (To be continued......)