Thinking of Luo Qinghe's "outstanding achievements" before, Wang Guihua was a little frightened, and the line was also used for ordinary families, but it was rare for Qinghe to say that she would be a female celebrity, and took the initiative to mention that she wanted to do it, Wang Guihua didn't want her to be disappointed, so she said, "That milk will take a rag for you to practice, so that you can sew your own clothes yourself in the future." ”

Rag? Darn?

Luo Qinghe's three black lines, he was underestimated.

"Milk, I don't want rags, do you have a new cloth at home, I don't want it to be big, give me a small piece of milk, I'll embroider it for my milk now, if my milk thinks it's good, give me more, okay?" Luo Qinghe discussed.

Wang Guihua saw Luo Qinghe's confident appearance, she couldn't bear to splash her cold water, let her embroider, if it didn't work, she would dismantle the thread, and the cloth could be used again.

Wang Guihua cleaned herself up, cleaned up, and called Luo Qinghe into her room.

Luo Qinghe entered Luo Laotian and Wang Guihua's house for the first time, the layout is the same as the one he lives in with Luo Jiahe and Luo Jiamiao, and it is also two kangs against the wall, but there are relatively more things, there is an old wardrobe, a few small people on the side of the kang, and there are two boxes, one more than Luo Qinghe's house.

The quilts and other bedding on the kang are also washed white, and there are many patches.

Wang Guihua asked Luo Qinghe to sit on the kang, and he opened the wardrobe, took out a small basket made of bamboo, and a piece of white cloth, Luo Qinghe could see at a glance that it was linen.

"Qinghe, cut a piece of milk for you, how old do you want to be." Wang Guihua put things on the kang, took out scissors from the small basket, spread out the white linen, looked at Luo Qinghe and asked.

White linen, Luo Qinghe's first reaction was to make a small purse, which can also put things, practical, and uses less fabric; Handkerchief, although almost all girls have it, but with embroidery, the handkerchief is generally made of good material, and the handkerchief made of linen cloth is not very good family conditions, unless such people are embroidered by themselves, otherwise they are directly used in primary colors.

Although the workmanship of the purse is more cumbersome than the handkerchief, the price is also high, Luo Qinghe looked at the white linen, and was a little entangled in his heart, what if no one buys it.

Luo Qinghe despised himself in his heart, he was really unambitious, is it time to think about this, what he wants to think about is to use his exquisite craftsmanship to convince people, even if it is made of linen, it is also flocking to it.

Although Luo Qinghe comforted himself like this, he really didn't know the bottom in his heart, there were many people who couldn't embroider in modern times, but in ancient times, there should be a lot of people who would, no matter what, let's talk about it after taking action.

"Milk, you cut such a wide strip along the side for me." Luo Qinghe gestured the width of the linen cloth with his hand, almost ten centimeters wide, and the length was the edge of the cloth.

Wang Guihua was distressed for a while, but she still cut it ruthlessly, and after cutting it, she carefully advised, "Qinghe, don't wait, this cloth has to be returned to milk." ”

"Milk, don't worry, I won't waste it." Luo Qinghe promised, "Is there milk, embroidery thread and thick red rope?" ”

Wang Guihua pointed to the small basket and said, "There is embroidery thread in this cloth bag, and there is red rope in that one, and there is a needle stuck in this mass of cloth, you have to be careful, don't prick yourself." ”

Luo Qinghe nodded and said, "Milk, I'll go back to my house to embroider." ”

Wang Guihua agreed, and Luo Qinghe put the cut white linen cloth into the small basket, and then went back to his house with the small basket.

Wang Guihua joined the two daughters-in-law and cleaned up the housework.

Luo Qinghe arrived at his room, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on his kang, put the small basket aside, picked up the strip of cloth and folded it, this length can be made into two purses.

Luo Qinghe cut it in half directly, picked up half of it, roughly folded the shape of the purse, knew it, and then began to take the needle and pick the embroidery thread.

When he opened the cloth bag with embroidery threads, Luo Qinghe saw only eight colors, black, white, green, yellow, blue, red, pink, and gray.

Luo Qinghe decided to embroider, using less color, and it was more compatible with the linen cloth with a white background.

As for what flowers to embroider, just the lotus, the flower with your name, the first one to embroider this is the most suitable.

Luo Qinghe took the needle and threaded it, and began to embroider seriously.

Because there was no lunch, Luo Qinghe didn't go out of the house, he was busy concentratingly, Luo Jiahe talked to her at the door halfway, and the family didn't go to the field in the afternoon, Luo Laotian and Wang Guihua took the family up the mountain to collect firewood and wild vegetables.

Except for Luo Qinghe, who didn't go up the mountain at home, he left Liu Xiangxiang and Xing'er.

"Qinghe, Xing'er is asleep, I'll put you on the kang, you can help see if it's feasible for a while, I'll go to the stream to wash clothes." Liu Xiangxiang hugged the sleeping Xing'er into Luo Qinghe's house and whispered.

Luo Qinghe nodded, and when she saw that Xing'er was wearing a single dress, she moved her position, lifted her quilt with one hand and said, "Sister-in-law, come, put it lightly." ”

Liu Xiangxiang saw Luo Qinghe's movements, laughed silently, put her daughter into the bed, and was about to go out, when she saw the embroidered cloth strip that Luo Qinghe was holding in her other hand, and was stunned all of a sudden.

"Qinghe, this is what you embroidered, and your embroidery is too beautiful." Liu Xiangxiang saw a flower on the white linen cloth that was blooming brightly and still had dewdrops, her eyes straightened, "What kind of flower is this, it's the first time I've seen it, but it's just like a real flower, it's so beautiful." ”

"It's a lotus." Luo Qinghe smiled, "The lotus flower whose name is Qinghe." ”

Liu Xiangxiang smiled embarrassedly, "I don't know how to read, and I don't know which one you said, but the flowers are really good-looking, Qinghe, I'll go wash the clothes first." ”

"Hmm."

Liu Xiangxiang walked out of the house in three steps and turned around, and saw that it was the embroidery in Luo Qinghe's hand.

In an instant, Luo Qinghe's confidence increased greatly, and then embroidered, and before dinner, he tried to make a purse.

After another hour, the embroidery was completed, and Liu Xiangxiang came in halfway, and saw that Xing'er slept sweetly, and did not take it away, so she went to work again.

The embroidery was completed, Luo Qinghe looked at the finished product, looked very carefully, and had embroidered lotus flowers before, but it seems that this embroidery is better than the previous one, more realistic and expressive, and the water droplets that want to drip and rest are the same as the real one.

Luo Qinghe was a little puzzled, could it be that his skills had grown again, and then he was happy, a good thing.

Sewing the purse together, Luo Qinghe picked up the red rope, and planned to wrap the red rope with the cloth at the opening and sew it up, exposing the red rope head for tightening.

But after picking up the red rope, Luo Qinghe decided to tie a brocade knot, and as soon as he thought about the style, his hands started to fight smartly.

The brocade knot circled around the mouth of the purse, Luo Qinghe sewed a few stitches to fix it, and the tail was a simple braided long rope to tighten.

The purse was completed, Luo Qinghe picked it up and looked at it carefully, and was very satisfied.