"Dad, how's it going?"

Song Qingyuan put down the things in his hand and looked up.

"Didn't find it." Song Chengyi shook his head and stretched his waist, "Girl, you see that your father helped me find it for one night, and this backache ......"

"Daddy worked hard!" Song Qingyuan waved his hand, "Go back and rest, let my mother help manage the workshop first." ”

"Hey! That's gone......" Song Chengyi sighed and went back to the East Cross Courtyard.

After Song Chengyi left, Song Chengzhong and Song Chengyi also returned to the West Cross Courtyard and the East Wing respectively.

By the end of the day, Lizheng's daughter-in-law had not been found.

The people who helped to find it were already exhausted.

More and more people are dropping out of the search team.

Only the people of the Lizheng family remained, and they continued to search.

At this time, Erlang also drove the ox cart home.

"Give!" Erlang handed over the lease paperwork, "The store is quite close to the toy store, the shop is not as big as the toy store, and there is a small courtyard at the back, which can accommodate about three or four people." ”

"The rent is twenty taels a year, which is quite cheap." Erlang explained one by one.

"Twenty taels, it's really not expensive."

Song Qingyuan said, and chatted with Erlang about Song Lizheng's family.

Erlang knocked over with a violent shudder, "I'm young, I have a lot of care, and I can manage myself well......"

"Let's go......" Erlang waved his hand, "I'll go to the natural residence to have a look......"

............

In a blink of an eye, after seven days, I searched all the places that should be found, and Lizheng's daughter-in-law was still not found.

Song Li was in a hurry, and he was haggard and old.

The Li Zheng family also fell into a haze.

At this time, the wool that Song Qingyuan sent to the town for dyeing and spinning had been completed.

I took it back with the knitting needles I had made.

Song Qingyuan casually took out two knitting needles, a ball of wool, knotted the thread, and wrapped it around one of the knitting needles, "Uncle, look at it, this is the simplest weaving method." ”

"Hey!" Sun responded, and also took out two knitting needles and a ball of wool, and carefully watched Song Qingyuan's movements.

Zhou was on the side, and found it interesting so he also learned.

Song Qingyuan took a knitting needle in one hand, took the knitting needle in his left hand and inserted it into the knotted thread, while explaining, "This is a positive needle." ”

After a while, "This is the reverse needle." ”

"It's a trick ......"

"I will only weave two patterns and positive and negative needles, the uncle is in the needlework, ingenious people, if you want, you can study other weaving methods yourself."

Song Qingyuan said as he fell into memory.

These weaving methods were taught to her by her grandmother when she was very young, and she used them to weave clothes for dolls, and when she grew up, she stopped playing this kind of game.

Slowly, the weaving technique was almost forgotten.

Only these four simplest ones remain.

For a while, Song Qingyuan's heart was full of grains, and she didn't know what happened to her parents in modern times.

She misses them very much.

Shaking his head, he shook his thoughts out, "Grandma and auntie, first familiarize yourself with these four weaving methods, and I'm teaching the next step." ”

"Done!" Sun's mouth should go up and down, and the movements of his subordinates did not stop.

"Yuan'er, do you think this is woven like this?"

"Yuan'er, what should you do if you see this line dropping?"

"Yuan'er, isn't this time to reverse the needle?"

Zhou's and Sun's asked while familiarizing, and Song Qingyuan's patience answered them one by one.

It wasn't until an hour passed that the two of them finally became proficient in all four weaving techniques.

"Whew!" Sun Shi breathed a sigh of relief, "This thread is really beautiful, and it's fun to weave, and I don't know where Yuan'er saw it." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled slightly, "Naturally, it looks like it in the book...... There is a golden house in the book! ”

Zhou forbade his nose, "Da Lang, San Lang has read the book for so many years, and he hasn't seen a penny!" I didn't come up with one idea after another. ”

"The books we read are different......," Song Qingyuan said, "I'm a girl, so I like to read some miscellaneous notes. ”

"What they see is more useful than what I see......"

"Brother Lang, the third brother is going to take a career in the future, I can't compare." Song Qingyuan dismantled the woven thread and turned back to the conversation.

"The four weaving methods have been learned, and we will now learn the weaving method of the scarf."

"The scarf is relatively simple, you only need two knitting needles." Song Qingyuan explained, "First of all, the needle, the size of the weaving is different, and the number of needles is also different. ”

"Let's start with a 30-stitch ......"

A quarter of an hour had passed, and the three of them had woven some distance.

Song Qingyuan stopped the needle in his hand, "At this time, if we want the scarf to look better, we have to start wiring,"

After that, Song Qingyuan picked up another color of thread and wound it, "Let's weave prismatic threads first,"

"Weave the blue to this, knit it twice with the red, and the blue will continue to ......," Song Qingyuan said step by step.

"Yuan'er, just use these two threads, you can weave a lot of patterns." Sun had some understanding, and immediately understood the principle of the use of two lines.

"Yes!" Song Qingyuan nodded, "Uncle Niang can add where she wants, and you can wiring wherever she wants." ”

"Let's finish knitting this scarf first, finish weaving, I'm teaching you other methods." Song Qingyuan said, speeding up his hand.

An hour passed.

Song Qingyuan began to close the needle and lock the edge, cut some ears, and a short small scarf was completed.

"Milk, do you look good?" Song Qingyuan held the scarf around his neck and gestured.

The movement in Zhou's hand stopped, and he looked over, "It looks good, our family garden looks better with this scarf." ”

"That's it!" Sun also stopped his movements and said with a smile, "Our family is handsome, and everything looks good." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled shyly, she is not a child, so there is no need to coax her like this.

"I'll go find Shiro......" said Song Qingyuan and ran out of the upper room with a scarf.

There was a joking voice from behind Sun, "Mother, our family is shy......"

Immediately after, there was Zhou's laughter.

Song Qingyuan stopped at the door, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

As long as the old lady is happy, what if she is teased as a child, isn't there a saying that colorful clothes entertain relatives in ancient times.

Song family study.

Shiro was writing and typing with Song Chengzhong.

Chubby ass, sitting in a chair and moving around.

One moment to do this, the other to play that.

Two big characters, written for a long time and not finished.

Song Chengzhong took the ring ruler, "Smack!" He slammed on the table and threatened, "Write well, or I'll hit you next time." ”

"Humph!" Shiro stuck out his tongue and grimaced, "If you dare to hit me, I will sue my sister, my sister hurts me, and she will definitely avenge me......"

"You are wrong, I will not avenge you, I will only applaud!" Song Qingyuan pushed the door and walked in, "Uncle, next time Shiro doesn't study hard, just fight." ”

"Take his little fat hand, swollen, and see if he dares to be lazy." Song Qingyuan nodded Shiro's forehead fiercely.

Shiro pursed his lips, "Sister, you don't hurt me anymore......"

"I don't hurt ...... yet"

Before Song Qingyuan finished speaking, at the door of Song's house, a chaotic noise came.

"Is it Song Zude's family?" I want to talk about "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~