Chen Wen frowned, "Where did the cloth come from?" ”

"A merchant came this afternoon, brought a piece of cloth, and bought it there."

"How much silver taels did you spend?"

"Not much, fifteen copper plates."

Chen Wen estimated in his heart that fifteen copper plates could buy two bags of coarse salt.

"Then how much does it cost to ask Aunt Xiu'er to make clothes?"

Grandma Li patted her thigh, saw Chen Wen's frowning eyebrows, and secretly sighed that she was young, but she was well-behaved and sensible, and she was young and old.

He poked Chen Wen's forehead lightly in distress, "It doesn't cost much." ”

"You are not allowed to go to Aunt Xiu'er." Chen Wen avoided his grandmother's movements, directly took the vegetable pot in his grandmother's hand, and went into the house.

Li Xiu'er is an embroidery girl in a neighboring village, and Chen Wen knows a little because her grandmother has always wanted to make clothes for her.

I heard my grandmother say that when Li Xiuer was young, because the new county order wanted to recruit a group of embroidery girls to make clothes for nobles as a congratulatory gift, she was one of them, and this trick was five years.

Several villages also recruited a lot of embroidery girls that time, and the embroidery girls who were recruited together all chose to settle down in the county, and only Li Xiuer chose to go back to the village to marry.

Because she came back from learning a lot of crafts, she is a good hand at sewing clothes, and if anyone wants to make new clothes over the years, she will go to her.

It would be possible for you to ask the women of the village to make a hole, but if you let them make delicate clothes with embroidery needles, you would be ruining the fabric.

Scarcity is expensive, so there is an embroidery girl, and Li Xiuer's cost of making clothes is relatively high, but I am afraid that it is much more expensive than fabric.

Grandma Li sighed in distress and chased after her to persuade her, "Just do it." "She can do farm work, but she can't learn how to make clothes.

"You are not allowed to go to Aunt Xiu'er." Speaking of which, Chen Wen is just like that.

Grandma Li couldn't persuade Chen Wen, looked at the cloth in her hand and sighed, "Then what did I buy this cloth for?" ”

Chen Wentian's hand paused, not knowing whether it was smoked or something else, his eyes were moist, and he replied for a long time, "I can also make clothes." ”

Before Chen Wen crossed over, she grew up in a family of tailors, her grandparents, and her parents all made a living in the tailoring business, and the family opened a cloth shop and two tailor shops.

And because her parents were busy with work, she lived with her grandmother since she was a child, and she was not picked up until she was twelve years old, when she was going to go to junior high school in the town.

After I took it back, I often went to the store to deliver food to them, and I was familiar with it, and I also had to sew and embroider by hand, and I liked to touch anything that made clothes, and enjoyed the process from having to nothing, as well as the joy of getting the ready-to-wear.

Her mother likes art, she also studied art in high school, painted Chinese painting, and majored in fashion design in college.

After graduating from university, I worked in a small company and designed drafts.

Later, because her grandmother died unexpectedly, she was at work, and she didn't have time to answer the phone call from home, so she didn't have time to see her grandmother for the last time, and finally quit her job.

After returning to the county seat, he became a Chinese painting teacher at a training institution, teaching children to draw.

In fact, she originally wanted to help her parents, but her mother said that she was young, and if she became a tailor, she would have to do some other work while she was young, and she would take over their work after she got married in the future.

Unfortunately, they didn't wait for the day she got married.

Thinking of this, Chen Wen couldn't help but shed tears.

She is an only child, and her parents may be sad to lose their only daughter, and they must not know that their daughter is still alive, hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Chen Wen quietly wiped her tears, not escaping Grandma Li's eyes, although she didn't know why Xiao Wen was crying, she still lifted her skirt, squatted beside Chen Wen, and gently stroked her back.

Chen Wen, who was appeased, buried himself in his grandmother's arms and greedily absorbed warmth.