This kind of rumor is not painful, and it is not a matter of conduct, it is mainly aimed at Wang Yongping, but Wang Yongping is not in a hurry to marry his daughter-in-law for a while, and this rumor really can't hurt him.

However, Wang Yongzhu was purely piggybacked, this girl is different, it will hinder her reputation, especially Wang Yongzhu's age, in the Zhuang family, it is not small, and generally girls of this age have families.

After Wang Yongzhu was dismissed, although Mrs. Zhang was glad that her daughter didn't have to jump into the fire pit of the Song family, she was also anxious, and she took the matter of reputation very seriously.

When I first heard this, Mrs. Zhang was so angry!

the broom and smacked his son the back.

Wang Yongping almost doubted his life.

Now that I heard the girl say this, I thought about it for a while, and I agreed.

Since the girl wants to learn, whether she is serious or not, the teachable person can't be sloppy.

Thinking about it, the two daughters-in-law in the family, the old family's work is a good hand, and the needlework is ordinary, and the countrymen don't pay attention to this, just don't pay attention to the size of the stitches.

My daughter, I must learn well, that is, the third family, although I don't talk much on weekdays, and my body is weak and can't work in the field, but I heard that the dead mother turned out to be an embroidery girl, the third family, not to say the truth, can learn two or three crafts, it is enough in the countryside.

On weekdays, she also noticed that the clothes of the children in the third room were all clean, the patches were all smooth, and the stitches were fine, which was Jiang's craftsmanship.

Then Jiang's!

Mrs. Zhang slapped the board and called Jiang over.

Jiang was summoned by his mother-in-law, and he was worried, and when he arrived at the main house, he was relieved to hear his mother-in-law say that he would hand over his sister-in-law to him and let him teach her how to needlework.

She has always remembered what her sister-in-law helped last time.

Although she knew that Wang Yongzhu was probably just talking about it and wouldn't learn it seriously, she still planned to teach it with her heart.

I happily agreed.

Mrs. Zhang agreed when she saw that the Jiang family didn't fight for a while, she was satisfied, and her expression relaxed a little, although the third family was useless, she was quite honest.

Jiang agreed to teach, Wang Yongzhu was in a hurry to complete the task, it was morning at the moment, it was neither hot nor cold, the sun was good, it was better to choose a day than to hit the day, it was recommended to do it today.

Although Jiang was surprised that the sister-in-law was suddenly so active, it was a good thing to be interested, so he simply went back to the house to move the sewing basket out, and sat in the courtyard to teach him how to thread needles.

Wang Yongzhu looked confused!

It's not the same as she imagined, okay? Although she didn't think about flying needles and threads at the beginning, why don't you give a piece of cloth and let her take two stitches first?

Jiang also taught respectfully on the side: "Little sister, if you want to learn needlework, you must first be able to thread needles and threads, you learn to thread needles first, and I will give you a demonstration——"

As he spoke, he gently pulled the thread with his tongue, and then pointed it towards the sun, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the thread passed through.

Wang Yongzhu discovered that although Jiang's hands were not idle for many years of housework, and the joints were slightly thicker, the fingers were slender and fair, the skin was delicate, the nails were trimmed clean and round, and there were no calluses on the fingers.

It didn't look like a rural woman's hands.

Look at his hands again, they are as fat as pig's trotters, and their fingers are thick, more like the hands of a woman in the village than Jiang's hands.

immediately let out a sigh of relief, "Third sister-in-law, how do you maintain your hands?" ”

Jiang's body stiffened, his hands paused, he lowered his head to divide the thread, and said softly: "If you want to do a good job of needlework, the most important thing is to maintain a good pair of hands, otherwise, if your hands are rough, you will scratch the fabric and thread." My mother used to be an embroidery girl, and she had a special hand guard. Soak your hands in rice water every day, rub your hands with lard for a quarter of an hour before going to bed, and then cover your hands with a cloth, and hold on for a period of time, and your hands will become tender. ”

Wang Yongzhu nodded, she had heard of the wonderful use of rice washing water before, and she also knew that in the past, women in the countryside had no money to buy skin care products, so they used lard to prevent their hands from cracking.

Look at your hands, well, what woman doesn't want to have double slender hands? My pair of pig's trotters should be able to be rescued after losing weight, right?

Seeing that Wang Yongzhu only nodded and didn't speak, Jiang Shi was a little scared in his heart, and said a little tentatively: "Little sister, the lard I wipe my hands every day is not taken from the kitchen, I am looking for someone else to change it, don't tell my mother-" She knew that she couldn't hide it, so she simply confessed to it, lest Mrs. Zhang know about the settlement of accounts after the autumn.

Wang Yongzhu didn't understand it at first, but it took a moment to react, and he just wanted to open his mouth to comfort the Jiang family and say that it was nothing.

When the words came to his mouth, he thought of his own personality, so he had to swallow it back again, and deliberately made a high-spirited appearance: "Then you have to teach me well, I won't tell my mother!" ”

Jiang nodded gratefully, and taught Wang Yongzhu a set of hand exercises to exercise finger flexibility and flexibility that his mother had passed on to him, which was regarded as a hush money.

Wang Yongzhu originally felt that his fingers were too stiff, but after learning this finger exercise, after practicing twice, he did feel that his fingers were hot and not so stiff.

Only then did he start to pull the needle, just such a simple action, for the current Wang Yongzhu, it is very difficult.

The fingers are too thick, the needles are too thin, and they can't get it, if it was Wang Yongzhu in the past, he would have already dropped his things and left with his temper.

But now Wang Yongzhu, what he lacks most is patience and determination.

She can calmly accept it when she crosses here, what is it to wear a needle?

Jiang Shi looked stiff and tense on the side, always guarding against his sister-in-law from leaving violently.

As a result, I was surprised to find that although Wang Yongzhu was sweating profusely from practice, he did not look impatient at all.

After a full quarter of an hour, Wang Yongzhu laboriously picked up a needle.

Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Hurriedly took out a handkerchief and gave it to Wang Yongzhu: "Little sister, wipe the sweat of your palms, no matter when, as long as you pick up the needle and thread, there can be no sweat in your palms, otherwise it will be stained on the thread and cloth, and it will be a flaw." ”

These are her mothers, who taught her sentence by sentence when she was a child, and she also wanted to pass all this on to Jinhua, but Jinhua couldn't sit still in a hurry, and she had to help herself do the work with her younger brother, so she really didn't have time to learn this.

She was under Mrs. Zhang's nose during the day, and she didn't have a moment to spare, and everyone was tired at night, and she couldn't teach it if she was blind in the dark, so she dragged it out until today, but she told her sister-in-law first.

Wang Yongzhu nodded, took the handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

Xuejiang just threaded the needle, facing the light, trying to pass the thread through the pinhole again and again.

In Jiang's hands, the obedient needlework is very disobedient in Wang Yongzhu's hands.

Countless times and pinholes misplaced.

Wang Yongzhu's hands were sore, and his eyes felt flowery, so he finally found a little feeling and threaded the thread in.