Chapter 13: Inspiration

Lu Linlang got up in the morning and moved his body in the courtyard, this courtyard was sorted out by Murong Zheng, and it looked much neater than before, but now the scale of the embroidery village in front has been revealed, if the courtyard behind is still like this, it is all soil, and it can't be seen.

In the past few days, in order to memorize the embroidery needlework she learned from the system, she has to practice until late every day, and her bones are a little stiff, just tidying up the yard and moving her muscles.

Just do it, Lu Linlang turned around and went into the house to find a handkerchief for practicing hands to wrap on his head, and found a suitable size to wrap around his mouth and nose as a simple mask, although it can't be completely blocked, but some big dust will not be sucked into the mouth and nose.

There were some dilapidated tables and stools in the yard, and some dilapidated sheds next to the well, Lu Linlang never thought that she, a designer, would one day travel back to do farm work, and the cotton dress on her body was a little in the way, she frowned and wished she had pants.

Trousers? She has hardly seen a woman wearing pants since she crossed over, but some women's figures are more suitable in pants, such as Li Ruohong......

Lu Linlang didn't expect that he could be inspired by doing housework, so he immediately lost what he was doing, went back to wash his hands and drew a sketch, and the more he looked at the sketch, the more satisfied he became, and he couldn't help humming a little song.

After the sketch was drawn, I went back to work in the yard, and in the past few days, I have taken two or three orders of business, and I have thought of some more inspiration while I am working, and maybe I can finish all the work in one day.

After cleaning the yard, she went to a nearby mason and asked them to mix some pebbles of the right size with the sand, and then sent them to her embroidery shop.

"Miss Lu, the business of the embroidery village has been good recently, I see that you have renovated the embroidery village inside and out, and you will take care of our family's business more in the future!" The mason's surname is Zhang, and he is an honest and honest middle-aged man.

Lu Linlang laughed, "That's natural, when I make some money, I will pave this road, and in the future, there will be distinguished guests who can also take a carriage to my Zhuangzi." ”

"Okay, good, it's still Miss Lu's thoughtfulness!" The man of the Zhang family responded, and he worked harder and harder.

Lu Linlang stood at the door of the embroidery village and looked left and right, still feeling that something was wrong, her embroidery village was now decorated in style, but the neighbor's small yard still looked a little tattered.

Murong Zheng has the money to decorate her embroidery village, doesn't she have the money to clean up her yard? Lu Linlang was a little curious, and he didn't know if he was at home now, so he walked to the door and knocked on the door, and the door crumbled open.

The squeaky sound was a little harsh, Lu Linlang frowned and looked into the courtyard, it was neatly cleaned up, although the courtyard was a little smaller, but it also had everything, and there was a wooden weapon rack against the wall, on which were placed improvised weapons such as spears, long arrows, clubs, wooden hammers, etc., could it be that Murong Zheng would still practice martial arts here on weekdays?

The courtyard was quiet, Lu Linlang took a turn inside, and confirmed that Murong Zheng was not at home now, he seemed to be on an errand in the barracks now, but it was not a good errand, and he didn't have a decent military uniform.

"Miss Lu, the sand and gravel you asked for have been sent to you!"

There was a shout outside, Lu Linlang hurriedly walked out, and the man of the Zhang family, who was the housekeeper, came over with a smile on a wheelbarrow, and hurriedly went to his yard, let them pour some sand and stones, and then let them pour the rest next door.

entered the house and took the money to the Zhang family, poured him a bowl of tea for him to drink, and then spread it neatly in the yard while the sand and stones were still wet.

There is no concrete here, and there is no floor, so you can only use this kind of sand and gravel first, at least there will be no yellow dirt splashed everywhere when it rains later.

After finishing his work in his yard, Lu Linlang went to Murong Zheng's courtyard by the way, after these tasks were done, the sun had already set on the horizon, the orange-red sunset covered the western sky, and the village not far away was wafting with smoke.

Her stomach growled, Lu Linlang sat on the stone bench tiredly, there was no takeaway here, she could only rely on her own hands to have enough food and clothing, dragging her tired body into the kitchen, why didn't she remember when she bought these fresh ingredients and came back?

When Lu Linlang was in elementary school, she often went to her grandparents who lived in the countryside, they had a small yard, raised chickens and ducks, and a fat orange, and her grandmother's kitchen was very similar to what she was looking at, so she tried to remember her grandmother's cooking and preparing ingredients.

It was difficult to cook a pot of white porridge, fried two dishes, and it smelled quite appetizing, but as soon as the lid was lifted, the white porridge boiled for too long, and it almost dried into rice, but at this time, there was little time to pick and choose, and some were good to eat.

"Looks like I'm back at the right time today."

Lu Linlang had just brought the rice to the table, a figure flashed at the kitchen door, and then Murong Zheng's voice sounded, she was still holding the rice bowl in her hand, she was stunned, her hand shook, and a bowl of hot porridge almost spilled on herself.

Murong Zheng's eyes were quick, he raised his hand and pressed Lu Linlang's wrist with the scabbard, and his other hand reached out like lightning, and took the hot bowl and put it on the table, "Are you okay?" ”

"Y-Why did you come here?" Lu Linlang blew on the hot and red fingers, but it didn't work at all, and the fingertips hurt spicy.

Murong Zheng looked at her fingers, frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashed on his cold face, and then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, walked up to Lu Linlang, dug out a piece of ointment with his fingers, and applied it to her fingertips one by one.

The warm and cool feeling passed from her fingertips, Lu Linlang only felt a sudden tightness in her heart, she raised her head, and looked at a handsome face in front of her, Murong Zheng's eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled, and the thick eyelashes were envious even to her, an urban woman who had used countless kinds of mascara.

"It's not too hot, just wash it off with cold water later."

Just as Lu Linlang was fascinated, Murong Zheng suddenly raised her head, her black and white eyes seemed to have a cold light, she was stunned, and quickly looked away, but a blush crept up on her face.

"It's not that your sudden appearance scared me, I haven't eaten the food in my mouth, and my hands are burning first." There was some complaint in his tone, and he didn't dare to look directly at the man in front of him.

Murong Zheng lowered his head and put away the medicine, turned around and sat down at the table, "You ate half of my roast chicken yesterday, you should have the consciousness of inviting me to eat today, do you want me to say it clearly?" ”

"Okay, good, what the little marquis said is right." The bickering mouth couldn't fight him, Lu Linlang chose to compromise and sat down opposite him, fortunately, it was his left hand that was hot, and eating with his right hand did not affect it.

"Don't call me Little Marquis." Murong Zheng's tone suddenly became cold, and Lu Linlang could feel the aura suddenly emanating from his body, like an impenetrable dense fog, which made people so depressed that they couldn't breathe.