Master Tang stroked his beard, looked at the two children, nodded slightly, and said, "Qin Dui, bring in your two junior disciples first." ”

Qin Duan was a half-grown child standing next to him, looking at the same age as Jin Yun, he saw that he was wearing a white shirt with a cloth towel tied around his head, and he was dressed as a standard scholar.

He said, "Master, the morning dew is cool outside, so don't stay long." ”

After speaking, he waved at Yongxin and the others, and took Yongge Yonghua inside.

After Yongxin and Tang Fuzi said a few words, they went home.

Although Jin Yun was a little curious about Moqiao Village, the other end of the mysterious bridge in the cave was not really a village.

But Yongxin was in a hurry to go back to catch up, even if she wanted to leave one person to explore, how dare Yongxin agree.

She sat at the front of the car, her long whip in her hand, and drove forward.

When he returned home, everyone in the Jin family had already gotten up, and Jin Jiang was drying thicker clothes in the courtyard.

Autumn is coming soon, and some of the clothes on my body are a little cool.

She picked up her wife's clothes, took them and doubled them, and in her hand was a coarse cloth underwear, which she remembered she had bought in town herself.

After too much time, she forgot what happened at home at that time, the old man's clothes were torn, and he couldn't even make a patch, so he happened to have some money in his hand, so she bought one for him to go to town.

The underwear is generally beige or white, but the old man works all day, and then she Jin Jiang remembers that when she was young, the old man's favorite thing was a dark dress, which had hardly changed, so she chose a navy blue cotton cloth.

"It's broken here." Jin Yun came in and saw Jin Jiang standing on the edge of the bamboo pole in a daze, she walked over and saw it at a glance, and said with her fingers.

Jin Jiang came back to his senses, glanced at it, there were two small cuts on his shoulder, and she said, "It's been so many years, how can it not be bad." ”

She put down her clothes and went back to the house, but after a while, she came out with a small wooden box in her hand.

Inside the box were some needles and threads, facing the sky, Jin Jiang strung the needles, sharpened them between the buns on the top of his head, and then picked up the clothes and sewed them one by one.

The peasant family may not be good at embroidery, but they are all good at needlework.

They can wear a piece of clothing for a few years, or even more than ten years, and how can it not be broken.

The fingers were busy, and a smooth line gradually appeared on the shoulder of the clothes, and the seams were densely sewn.

If you want Jin Jiang's to say this, she is completely forced out by such a hand.

Marrying into the Jin family, there is no elder on the head, the whole burden is pressed on the old man, and the work is heavy, even if the coarse cloth clothes can't be worn for a few days, you have to take off the thread and break a hole.

At first, her needlework was nothing short of miserable.

Who would have thought that after so many years, it would be a good craft.

After Jin Jiang finished sewing, he put his clothes on the bamboo pole, turned his head and stared at his little daughter and said, "You have not been dexterous since you were a child, and you are crooked even when you sew clothes." ”

Jin Yun raised her eyebrows, will her hands be dexterous?

She can throw flowers out of the long whip when she takes off, will her hands be dexterous?!

"The new brother and daughter-in-law have a good handicraft, don't run to the backyard if you have nothing to do, go to her and sit, maybe you can learn some." Jin Jiang hated that iron could not become steel, but he also did not give hope to his little daughter, she continued: "She is now embroidering Jinhai's dowry, Xiaolian knows that she stays by her side all day long, you are good, you will not see the shadow all day long." ”

Before Jin Yun could open her mouth to refute, she was pushed and walked in by a pair of hands, she looked at Jin Jiang's horizontal eyebrows and raised eyes, and said in her heart, can't I hide if I can't be provoked?

Thinking about it, he also walked in the direction of his feet.

The house where Xiao Mo lives now is a little small, so he moved a stool and sat down with Jiang Xiaolian, and there was no place to turn around.

Fortunately, there is a window in the room, otherwise it will be the most likely to hurt your eyes if it is dark.

In order not to follow in the footsteps of his mother, Xiao Mo's is quite concerned about this.

She must embroider in a bright place, how many hours a day, even if the embroidery sinks again, she will immediately stop the movement in her hand.

And she was not surprised by Jiang Xiaolian's arrival, saying that it was to accompany her to relieve her boredom, what it was for, she knew very well in her heart.

But Xiao Mo didn't care, if the craftsmanship of this hand was so studious, the status of the embroidery room would not be so high, and her mother would not be locked in the house by her father's family for more than ten years for such a skillful craft, and she couldn't even take a step out of the door.

"Sister-in-law, is this a mandarin duck?" Jiang Xiaolian asked, with a hint of curiosity on her face, but she didn't dare to reach out and touch it.

"Well, before it is formed, you can see what is going on?" Xiao Mo said, holding a red handkerchief in his hand, which was the red hijab he was going to wear when he was going to marry Jin Hai.

Jiang Xiaolian covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes were very smart, and she said: "It's my sister-in-law's craftsmanship, and before it has been formed, I can see that it is a mandarin duck." ”

Xiao Mo also smiled and didn't say anything more.

Mandarin ducks playing in the water.

It is the most common pattern from ancient times to the present day.

It is also a must-have pattern when getting married.

My mother embroidered at least thousands of mandarin ducks playing in the water in her life, but her daughter, the only daughter, failed to wear them when she got married.

The reason why Xiao Mo proposed to embroider a dowry with Jin Hai was not only because he didn't want to hide it anymore, but also because he didn't want to have regrets, although it was not her own that she wore at that time, but it was from her hands.

"Mandarin ducks in the lotus pond."

Xiao Mo took the needle in his hand and looked up at the sister-in-law who came in.

"Lotus, a hundred years of good together, doesn't it sound more festive." Jin Yun leaned against the door frame, she had seen a pair of cross-stitch of mandarin ducks playing in the water, the lotus color of the pond plus two mandarin ducks playing in the water, as well as flying dragonflies, and faint schools of fish in the low water.

It's a very beautiful painting, but the cross-stitch is full of ingenuity in the end, it's good to see it from a distance, but it's not a taste when you look at it closely.

Xiao Mo's hands are different, although it is only the beginning, but the exquisite craftsmanship is still unfinished.

Jin Yun couldn't help but come up with an idea, she wanted to see how different the embroidered things would be from what she had seen with Xiao Mo's hand.

"Mandarin ducks in the lotus pond?" Xiao Mo thought about it, and the more she thought about it, the brighter her eyes became, and she said, "It's a good idea, sister-in-law, tell me how I should embroider this picture." ”

She is skilled, and she has never been able to hide her shortcomings, in the end, she secretly followed her mother to learn art, and all the patterns in her mind were imitations of the patterns embroidered by her mother before her death.

There are so many kinds of them over and over again, but if she really thinks about it herself, Xiao Mo can only smile bitterly and shake her head.

Rubbing her thumb and forefinger gently, Jin Yun looked up and thought about it for a while, then pointed to the position of the red handkerchief and said what came to mind one by one.

The two talked hotly, you and I were constantly thinking.

Jiang Xiaolian sat next to her, so she didn't interject, and the smile on her face was always hanging, no more than a point and no less than a point, as if she was also very interested in the qiē in front of her. (To be continued.) )