Wen Peng was very well-behaved, grinned, and asked, "Sister, what are we going to eat at night?" ”

"What do you want to eat?" Wen Qing asked.

Wen Peng looked up at Wen Qing, he was greedy, and whispered: "Sister, I want to eat noodles, I want to eat ......"

"Wen Peng."

Before she finished speaking, Yao Shiling came out of the hall and said, "Let's go, lead the cow, go down to the field with my mother, and plant the beans." ”

Growing beans?

Wen Qing thought about it for a while, and then remembered that under normal circumstances, Shuiwan Village starts planting beans after cutting wheat. The reason why we have not planted beans until now is because the weather was dry and dry when the wheat was harvested, followed by a heavy rain, and the ground was too wet, so we can plant beans in the field today.

Without waiting for Wen Qing's reaction, Wen Peng had already led the cow out of the cowshed, and Yao Shiling also took out the plow, iron chain, and wooden skimming, and began to fix it on the cow, and carried half of the bag of bean seeds and put it on the cow.

Wen Qing looked like he was going to help.

Yao Shiling said: "Don't, Wen Qing, don't go, step on the sewing machine for a day and rest at home." There are cows, Wen Peng, and me in the field, and that's enough. ”

"That's it, the cow listens to me." As he spoke, Wen Peng had already led the cow taller than him out of the yard.

Yao Shiling also carried the water out of the yard.

Wen Qing chased out of the yard and asked, "Mom, when will you come back?" ”

"Come back after dark!" Wen Peng replied on his behalf: "Eldest sister, you have a good rest." ”

Where will Wen Qing rest, feeling the maintenance of her mother and the care of her younger brother, she is happy and warm from her heart. I want them to live a little better, a little better.

She closed the courtyard door, went into her room, and took out the soles of her white leather soles, dark blue cotton cloth, large white paper, needles, threads, boxes, thimbles, etc., which she had bought at the great market, and laid them on the humble table.

Then he began to cut out the white paper, four feet long and four feet wide, into a sixteen-page book that was neither thick nor thin, sewn the left side with a needle and thread, and wrote three words on the first page with a pencil head - a sketchbook.

Then she began to make the young woman's sandals, and in the meantime some of the shoes came to mind, she would stop the needle, pick up the tip of the pencil, and draw them in the sketchbook.

Sandals are simple, she set the shape yesterday, and today she is short of details. She sat down at the table, carefully sewing, mending, and cutting. When the neck is slightly sore, the sandals are finished. She looked left and right, tried it under her feet, and the comfort was just right, and she was satisfied. Then he moved his neck, and couldn't help but secretly wonder, how much Aunt Xiao would price the sandals, three yuan, then there would be two seven cents for hers.

With two more seven cents, Wen Qing was full of energy, and from the dilapidated leather suitcase, he found out the soles of his shoes when he was learning tailoring, and the flowers embroidered by stepping on the sewing machine. There are many varieties of flowers, including lotus, orchid, osmanthus and so on.

She chose a size 37 sole, a pink upper with osmanthus embroidery, and began to make buckle embroidered shoes for short women.

After rubbing threads, threading needles, and wearing thimbles, Wen Qing devoted herself to her shoes, and the sky gradually darkened, she moved the table from the room to the yard, and then to the sunset to dye the sky red, she was still making shoes.

"It's getting dark, why are you still making shoes?" Suddenly, a loud sound sounded.

Wen Qing was taken aback: "Liangliang, you're out of school, why is it so late?" ”

"Cleaning, two classmates fought, we pulled a fight, and sent another classmate home, so we came back late." Wen Liang explained.

"Fighting? Did I run into you? Wen Qing hurriedly put down his shoes and checked Wen Liang's body.

Wen Liang awkwardly removed Wen Qing's hand: "It's not me who fights, what about Mom and Pengpeng?" ”

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "I went to plant beans." ”

Wen Liang hung his schoolbag on the wall: "I'll take a look." Then he ran away in a puff of smoke.

Wen Liang's hostility towards her seemed to be gradually decreasing, Wen Qing smiled, and then looked up at the sky, in less than half an hour, the sun would all set below the horizon, and her mother and friends must be tired, she put away the dustpan and table, turned around and went into the kitchen to wash her hands, mix noodles, and roll noodles.

Speaking of which, she really owes Ji Yanjun for her cooking skills now, because of the sentence "Tie a man's stomach, you tie a man's heart", she washed her hands and made soup for him, but as a result, it was not with Ji Yanjun and the Ji family.

Wen Qing noodles are reconciled, wake up, roll out the dough with a noodle bowl, cut noodles with a kitchen knife, and wait until Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, and Wen Peng come back, Wen Qing is just below the noodles.

Wen Peng ran in sweating profusely, jumping and jumping happily: "Sister, it's white noodles, white noodles!" ”

"Little glutton." Wen Qing said with a smile.

Without waiting for Yao Shiling to speak, Wen Peng consciously closed his mouth, stared straight at the white noodles with his eyes, and swallowed his saliva.

Yao Shiling did not reproach Wen Qing for making noodles with white noodles and wasting noodles this time, but asked her if she was okay. When eating noodles, I kept asking her to eat a little more, and then a little more.

The family ate noodles in "sucking and sucking", ate a round belly, and after eating in the yard for a while, they went back to their rooms to sleep, and Wen Qing was satisfied to make shoes under the kerosene lamp.

A pair of buckled shoes with white soles were ready, and it was nearly twelve o'clock, and she climbed into bed. The next day, I went to the county seat with a cloth bag in excellent spirits, and the white leather buckled cloth shoes made in a day were sold for three yuan and three cents, and Aunt Xiao was given three cents, and she still had three yuan.

When she returned to Shuiwan Village, she handed it over to Yao Shiling, Yao Shiling not only didn't ask for it, but also said: "Go buy some soles or something, and when I plant the beans and am free, I will also help you make shoes, if nothing else, my mother will also accept the soles." ”

Originally, Wen Qing planned to let her mother make shoes together to earn some capital first, but she didn't expect her mother to take the initiative.

"Okay, okay." Wen Qingsheng said, busy putting the three yuan in her pocket, thinking in her heart, if she makes money, the living conditions of the family are good, she will not worry about food and clothing, and her younger brothers will not worry about tuition fees, maybe she can continue to go to school, she is only seventeen years old now, and she can continue to study.

Wen Qing waited for the arrival of the next day with great anticipation, ready to deliver the floral skirt and cross-weave sandals, and went to buy a few more pairs of white leather-soled soles after work, and made a few more pairs and sold them for a few more yuan.

It turned out to be not what she wanted.

The next day, she went to Aunt Xiao's tailor shop on time and showed Aunt Xiao the floral skirt and sandals, Aunt Xiao was very satisfied, in order to raise the price a little higher, she asked Wen Qing to go to the counter and iron it again to make the skirt look more beautiful. After all, last time the young woman's floral dress, she said that it was the lowest price for the old customer, and this time the price can be raised by a few cents, and it is a few cents if it can be raised, anyway, they are quite rich.

How could Wen Qing not know Aunt Xiao's thoughts, smiled, took the floral cotton skirt into the back of the counter, spread the floral skirt on the table, covered the floral cotton skirt neatly with a slightly wet towel, picked up the iron piece with the handle on the table, and put it on the stove to bake it, it is a simple handmade iron.

Wen Qing pressed her skirt with a hot towel while talking to Aunt Xiao.

As Aunt Xiao spoke, she suddenly raised her voice and shouted enthusiastically, "The two girls want to buy something, come in and have a look." ”

Wen Qing didn't need to look at it to know that there were guests again.

"Boss, we're here to get a floral cotton skirt and sandals." Suddenly, a familiar voice came, Wen Qing was stunned, isn't this Ji Ningzhi?

She came to get a floral cotton skirt and sandals? Wen Qing looked at the skirt that was being ironed, could it be that three days ago, the cousin's classmate that the young woman said was Ji Ningzhi?

Wen Qing listened carefully.

Hearing Aunt Xiao and Ji Ningzhi talking, Aunt Xiao said that the skirt was still ironing behind the counter, and it would be fine for a while.

Ji Ningzhi said: "It's okay, it's okay if we wait." ”

We? Could it be that he is with Zhang Fangfang?

"Yes, I'll wait for Ning Zhi." Sure enough, it was Zhang Fangfang's gentle voice that couldn't be more gentle.

As soon as Zhang Fangfang's voice fell, a familiar and unfamiliar voice came: "Ning Zhi, I have done it in advance, and I will pick you up later." ”

Low, pleasant, and with a hint of laziness.

Ji Yanjun!

Wen Qingru was fixed.

"Hiss", the iron dried the water on the towel, Wen Qing suddenly felt a heat in his hand, and hurriedly waved his hand, and then crackled, the simple iron rolled under his feet, fortunately, the simple iron was not an electric iron that maintained a constant temperature later, she was not injured, and the floral cotton skirt was not damaged, but this crackling sound attracted the attention of Aunt Xiao, Ji Ningzhi and Zhang Fangfang.

"Wen Qing, what's wrong?" Aunt Xiao asked behind the counter.

Wen Qing?

Ji Ningzhi and Zhang Fangfang were stunned.

"Boss, who did you just call?" Ji Ningzhi hurriedly asked, a little suspicious that he had heard it wrong, how could Wen Qing, a countryman, be in the county seat?

"Wen Qing." Aunt Xiao said: "The floral cotton skirt and sandals you want are made by her." ”

"What?" Ji Ningzhi and Zhang Fangfang were surprised, is it Wen Qing?

Zhang Fangfang first turned her head to look for Ji Yanjun, and found that Ji Yanjun was missing from her surroundings, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Ji Ningzhi came back to her senses, looked at Zhang Fangfang and said: "Sister Fang Fang, this Wen Qing is definitely not Wen Qing that we know, that Wen Qing will chase my brother, chatter, and have a huge temper, she doesn't know anything, she is still a rural person, and it is estimated that she doesn't even know the grain." Not to mention making clothes and shoes! ”

Zhang Fangfang nodded secretly, she also felt that it couldn't be Wen Qing they knew.

"Wen Qing, what's wrong with you?" Aunt Xiao asked again and walked behind the counter.

"Aunt Xiao, it's okay, it's just that the iron was not small." Wen Qing's voice came through a layer of cloth curtains.

Ji Ningzhi and Zhang Fangfang were shocked in place.

Is it really Wenqing?

The clothes they want, no, I should say that they have a lot of dresses and shoes that they are worried about...... It was actually made by Wen Qing.