Except for Qin Ruwei, everyone in the family went to the town, for fear that Xiao Wu, who was still in the breastfeeding period, would wake up hungry and make trouble, Gu also carried him on his back, and the family suddenly seemed very quiet.

Qin Ruwei mixed chicken food and pig food, fed the livestock in the backyard, and cleaned the house inside and out, then moved a small pestle, made a pot of camellia, took charcoal and rice paper, and sat on the patio in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

In the warm winter sun, the roof is covered with light snow, and the dazzling white rays shine under the sunlight, and the warm sunlight sprinkles on the body, making people feel like they are in spring and summer, which is very comfortable.

Built a shed at the eyebrow bone with her hand, squinted at the snow for a while, Qin Ruwei retracted her gaze, showed a faint smile, picked up the charcoal and began to think.

Father Qin used to run errands for big families, and he also knew how to read, he didn't think that women were virtuous if they were not talented like other men, but taught Qin Ruwei to read and write since he was a child, and even the grandchildren in the family also knew how to read. Therefore, except for Gu, who doesn't know words, the rest of the Qin family recognizes them, and even Sixi was taught a lot of words by Qin Daniu when he was only six years old, although it is not much, but it is still stronger than Gu's.

After the death of Qin's father, the environment of the Qin family declined a lot, and gradually the family didn't even have the money to buy paper and ink.

And Qin Ruwei, the so-called sharpening knife does not mistakenly chop wood, since she has the intention to earn silver with embroidery, she must draw patterns first, right?

I searched the entire Qin family, and only found two dusty old brushes, no paper, so I asked Qin Daniu to be a pair of silver earrings, and bought a new stack of the worst rice paper and ink back, I felt that the brush was not good, and used charcoal to sharpen it into a modern pencil pattern.

It's rare that the home is quiet now, and there are no chores to worry about, so Qin Ruwei has stolen half a day of leisure, making tea and painting tricks.

The sun is warm, the tea is fragrant, the Qin family is not good, there is no good tea, a jar of camellia is also brought back by the Gu family from her mother's house, usually there are guests to take it out to entertain guests, Qin Ruwei begged softly for a long time before she asked for a handful.

took a sip of tea, slightly astringent and sweet-bitter, which made Qin Ruwei, who was used to drinking good tea, frown slightly, if the camellia that was treasured by the Gu family was changed to the past, she would definitely be disdainful, but now, she felt that it was sweet.

In her previous life, she loved coffee alone, and Cao Hui loved tea, because she had a bad stomach when she drank coffee, so she even coaxed her to quit coffee and try to drink tea. Later, due to work reasons, business trips or customers sent good tea, she first thought of Cao Hui, bought tea and tasted tea, loved the house and Wu, and slowly fell in love with tea.

After a lifetime, people are no longer human, and tea is not the cup of tea it used to be.

She has tasted the best and most expensive tea, and now that she is drinking inferior camellia, she also feels that it is rare, and Qin Ruwei feels that she is a little hypocritical!

And the man who is far away in the other world, is he holding his new wife, sitting on the sofa they chose together, sipping the famous tea she has collected for each other, and laughing at her poor and stupid woman?

Qin Ruwei laughed at herself, suppressed the pain in her heart, threw the man in her mind out of her mind, lowered her head and focused on drawing patterns.