17. Chapter 17

Lin Huaide was very busy, and no one at home sent them to the school, so Lin Zihao had to practice driving a carriage for a few days. Although he had driven an ox cart before, the level was different, which made this serious young man hurt his brain for a few days, and he could barely control it after a few days of practice.

Fast forward to October, it was already very cold, and he couldn't stretch out his hands, looking at his eldest brother's frozen red hands, Lin Zimo taught his mother to sew a few pairs of gloves. Half pulled a layer of thin cotton gloves, put on the hand warmly, although a few fingers were still cold, but barely acceptable.

Zhou and Lin Yu were also very interested in this glove, and after looking at it for a long time, Zhou touched Lin Zimo's gloved hand lovingly: "Your child is a very smart child, but unfortunately he is not very interested in reading and writing, or you have to be better than your two brothers." Lin Zimo was big: "Mother, I'm already very serious." "Don't talk to him about studying, whoever talks about learning is in a hurry.

Lin Yu fiddled with a pair of cotton gloves that had just been sewn and said with a smile: "Mother, don't talk to the third brother about this, anyway, the eldest brother and the second brother learn very well, and the third brother can learn well if he can, and it's okay if he can't learn well." But I think this glove is an opportunity. Zhou glanced at her: "What chance?" What do you know? โ€

Lin Yu pouted, not daring to contradict: "I mean you can sew more gloves and let my brothers take them to the county to sell, but the county definitely doesn't have them." Lin Zimo's eyes also lit up, yes! This is definitely not sold, since there are these thousands of taels of silver, the family has been making big moves, and there are only three or four hundred taels left when the house is built, if you add the money for custom writing furniture, there should be no bigger left, making money is imminent, and the dividends of the vermicelli can only come down at the end of the year.

Zhou frowned: "Just a few of us in our family, we are still busy building a house, how much can we sew?" Lin Zimo took over: "You can ask the aunts and aunts in the village to help, sew more, and then we will sell it in the county." "Sew as much as possible, that is, a hammer sale, the Chinese people's cottage function has always been very strong, and there must be imitations after selling out for a few days.

"Okay, there are still a few muslin and cocoons at home, and when you come back from the school tomorrow, it will be enough to bring some back." Those who can afford gloves have to be above average, so it's not wrong to be more delicate.

Lin Zihao, who was practicing writing on the kang table, raised his head: "Those are still the things that the Ouyang family sent Zimo a few days ago, and the family can still use them, and when we arrive in the county tomorrow, we will go around the cloth village and find those outdated fabrics to buy back, it will definitely be a lot cheaper." โ€

Lin Zimo is impressed by this big brother, he is upright and sleek, if he enters the official career, he will definitely be able to go far. Zhou nodded: "It's okay, it's almost the New Year, and the materials at home are ready to make new clothes!" "New clothes, new shoes have to be sewn by hand, and the flight time is very long, so it's not too early to arrange.

Lin Zimoti: "Mother, can you sew a belt on the waist of the pants?" "He's had enough of crotchless pants, even if he sews a few belts, and there's always a big lump in the waistband. Lin Zimo once mentioned the fitted pants made of yรฌ, but was rejected by Zhou. Fitted pants โ–กโ–ก and will be scolded to death.

Draw the elastic belt waistband to Zhou, there is no elastic band, you can use a cloth belt instead. Zhou's eyes lit up, this is acceptable: "Okay, tie the strap, don't worry about falling off." "Lin Zimo knew why the ancients had belts on their pants, and they had to tie belts on top of their coats! Not only for the sake of beauty and impermeability, but also to prevent the pants inside from being untied (^_^)

Grandma walked in from outside and said with a smile, "What did you mother say?" Laughter can be heard from afar. Several people hurriedly helped grandma to the kang, and Lin Zimo complained: "Grandma, you said that you won't let you get old and work with you, but you just don't listen!" Huang smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, you go to the school tomorrow, your mother has to pack up your things for you, I'll go and see if I'm fine, and I don't need to work." "The old man is very satisfied with his current life and wants to help his children live better.

Looking at his grandmother's frozen red face, Lin Zimo suddenly remembered an important thing, there were hats, gloves, and two things, he and his second brother were better to sit in the carriage, but the eldest brother was going to catch the car outside, so he was busy drawing the appearance of the mask and the scarf to Zhou: "Mother, do you think these two things can be made?" As he spoke, he gestured between his mouth and his neck.

Zhou Shi took a closer look: "Okay, mother try it, these things are good, your eldest brother is freezing." It can be said that Zhou's hands are very skillful, and with the help of Huang and Lin Yu, it took half an hour to get it right.

The mask is very easy to get, two layers of cloth and a little thin cotton are required, and the scarf takes a little effort, and it takes three to make a suitable one. In the dark blue muslin cloth, the dark blue cocoon silk of the Fuzi flower is very comfortable around the neck, and it is beautiful without wool.

Sitting in the carriage, with the curtain open, Lin Zimo watched Lin Zihao driving the carriage worriedly. I really want to put up a sign in front of the carriage: novices on the road, please keep your distance. Fortunately, the carriage was a valuable object, and there was not much on the road.

Lin Zihan patted the obviously nervous little brother: "It's okay, the eldest brother drives the ox cart very well, and the carriage can also work." Working with his eldest brother every day, reading, and sleeping, Lin Zihan is full of admiration for his eldest brother. Lin Zimo smiled at him, turned his head and looked out of the car nervously, Lin Zihan had no choice but to shake his head, pick up the book and try to look at it.

Finally, in Lin Zimo's worry, the carriage swayed to the county seat. The school was very close to their new home in the county seat, and the three brothers decided to put the carriage in their new home and walk to the school.

The rattan bookcase was too heavy, so Lin Zimo asked Zhou to make three cloth schoolbags that could be straddled diagonally, and the three brothers put masks, scarves and gloves in the new house. Wearing the same royal blue cocoon silk robe, draped in a navy blue thin cotton cape, and carrying a blue patterned schoolbag, he walked majestically to the school.

Walking to the door of the school, Laiwang, a young man from Ouyang Mansion who was familiar with Lin Zimo, was waiting there, and saw Lin Zimo's eyes lit up, and he ran up to take the bookbox in his hand, but he didn't look at it for a long time: "Young Master Lin, where is your bookbox?" My young master asked me to wait for you here. โ€

Lin Zimo smiled, lifted his cloak, and revealed his schoolbag: "Here, you don't need to take it, lead us to your young master." Laiwang glanced at his schoolbag in surprise, and was busy leading the way in front of him and entering the gate of the school.

The gatehouse of blue bricks and gray tiles, the large courtyard paved with blue bricks, and a few peach trees and pear trees are planted in the courtyard, which means that the peach and plum are all over the world. Two rows of clean and neat blue brick houses lined up, and the sound of reading came out.

Walking into the third row of houses, the doors and windows are wide open, so that people can see inside at a glance. There was a quiet man in his forties, with three long beards, white skin, and a pair of red phoenix eyes, sitting on the top, and rows of small tables were full of teenage students, and Ouyang Zhi sat in the back seat.