Chen Junhan's departure did not change Ning Xin's life much, and the changes in the situation in Beijing have nothing to do with her, she has no energy to pay attention to whether Concubine Rou is innocent or not, she is very busy.

Now there are only a few days left before the sixth day of the ninth month, and Ning Xin has always remembered that the sixth day of the ninth month is the seventieth birthday of her great-grandmother whom she has never seen. It's definitely a gift for a birthday or something, but it's the first time she meets her great-grandmother, and she can't be rude.

For this reason, Ning Xin decided to make a handkerchief or purse by herself, things are not valuable, the important thing is the heart.

For five chubby little fingers, needlework is really a difficult technical job.

I thought about handkerchiefs, purses, and so on, and I didn't decide which one to make, or to make socks? It's easy.

Ning Xin took out a slip of handicrafts made by herself, each of which looked similar and almost ugly.

These few surviving handicrafts were left behind with great difficulty.

She didn't know what Chen Junhan had done, and when she saw the purse she made, her eyes showed a fierce light. She was still worried about the personal safety of her purse, knowing that Chen Junhan looked like she really wanted to tear them.

But he snatched the purse away and said that he would take it back and use it.

In fact, Ning Xin thought that he probably took it back and broke the corpse into pieces, so fierce as if he had brought him a green hat, it really didn't look like he liked this purse.

Ning Xin thought that it was only his purse that suffered, but he didn't expect that he would take away a few handkerchiefs he made. To know your own embroidery, you can only distinguish between animals and non-animals. As for what the specific animal is, it depends on the individual's understanding.

Those handkerchiefs that have been failing and never succeeded, Ning Xin doesn't know what Chen Junhan wants them to do.

In short, after he left, his few handicraft stocks were almost bottomed out.

In the end, after careful consideration, Ning Xin decided to make a knee pad.

I don't need any deerskin and mouse skin, there is a white fox skin at home, and there is no miscellaneous hair on the white skin, and I have made a white fox skin cloak before, and there is no suitable use for this point.

It's just that only white fox fur is used as a knee pad, so there is basically no room for Ning Xin to play. She didn't have that much strength to fly between the two layers of skin with a needle and thread.

Ning Xin finally thought of embroidering on the same color white cloth and sewing it onto the knee pads. In this way, it will not be because the embroidery thread is too hard.

This idea is very good, but there is still a big gap between Ning Xin's craftsmanship and the realm she wants to reach.

In the end, she felt that she was only responsible for part of the embroidery work, which was mainly green leaves, locking edges, and so on. The rest of the work is handed over to the maids, and it can barely be regarded as their own work.

Ning Xin's idea is very good, she has embroidered more than a dozen leaves alone, and if she embroiders directly on fox skin, it will be really distressing.

Embroidering the leaves that could finally be seen, Ning Xin handed over the rest of the project, and within a few days, Ning Xin saw the full version of the knee pads, and she could see at a glance where she made it.

It's so distinctly personal!

She originally thought that the leaves were very beautiful against the backdrop of fresh red flowers, and the stitches on the lock edge were really sparse and rough, and the only good thing was the color matching. The needlework and color matching of the Wanfu swastika picture against the backdrop of flowers are all set by herself.

After Wei Ya saw the knee pads made by Ning Xin, she still praised her, she was really not as sensible and well-behaved as she was at Ning Xin's age, she just took a needle.

"The material for this knee pad is good and very warm. The green leaves and seams embroidered by Lekang are good, and they are much better than last time. This time, the leaves are at least instantly recognizable, and the texture is clear. ”

Well, it's obvious at a glance that you did it, and it really doesn't look like you're praising yourself.

As the sixth day of the ninth lunar month approached, Ning Xin knew a lot about her great-grandmother's house.

Perhaps because she was worried that she was too curious, she couldn't help but ask in front of her great-grandmother, Wei Ya rarely told her a lot of legendary stories about her great-grandmother and grandmothers.

Ning Xin pieced together and listened to some of it, and with her own understanding and combination, she understood that this was a rather long and complicated story.

Although the Great Chen Dynasty was a unified and powerful feudal dynasty, his real stability was only nearly thirty years. Ning Xin's grandfather, An Guogong, still relied on his military exploits to avoid the tragic story of crumbling and almost slipping out of the ranks of top families.

In the territory divided by the Great Chen Dynasty, there are many ethnic minorities. These tribes are not so powerful as the Beidi who can harass Da Chen at the border passes, but they have their own distinct national characteristics.

These small tribes are scattered all over the place, and they have no objection to you calling the place where they live the territory of Da Chen. But if you want to criticize them, then you can't do it, you don't like the clothes we wear are not good-looking, you ask to change into your clothes, you dislike our language is not good, you ask to speak your language, you also dislike our tribesmen as leaders, and you ask that your husband and children at home cannot be big leaders.

You're too wide, aren't you? Why should I listen to you, you really treat yourself as a dish, and you plan to eat our chop shabu as a snack, and the crepe is to ensure the independence of the nation, and they do not hesitate to chop off the paws that dare to point fingers.

For the chopped paws, you barbarians, we kindly educate you, let you know what civilization is and what science is, you dare to do it! I thought I couldn't cure you!

As it turns out, you really can't cure him. Although their combat effectiveness cannot be compared with the people on horseback, it does not mean that they are soft persimmons.

It is difficult to distinguish between the mountains and the jungle in the south, east and west, and it is as familiar to them as if they were visiting their own backyard when they grew up in the jungle environment. They only operate on their own territory, and if you want to teach him a lesson, you have to go to someone else's territory.

In the labyrinthine back garden of other people's homes, you not only have to ensure your safety and sense of direction, but you can't go in and can't find the way to starve yourself to death. You also have to find out where the enemy is, and it's not for sightseeing, just turn around and turn out again.

This is a lot of requirements, and in the old days, there were no GPS or infrared scans, so you could show it even if you were hiding in a cave. If you are unfamiliar with the place, you will not be able to find out where the cat is in a hidden cave.

There have also been cases where small troops were sent into the mountains to teach these barbarians a lesson, and they went in with high spirits, and the disgraced people came out. After trying this result several times, I became less enthusiastic about pulling the barbarians out of the mountains to receive cultural education.