Carrying the old man on his back, the old lady going to propose? Song Qingyuan looked at Li inquiringly, and Li nodded.

"Humph!" Erlang snorted coldly and clasped his hands.

Song Chengyi blinked vigorously, and he was suspicious in his heart, no matter how the Li family said that he would rebel.

Li Shi smiled dryly, shrank behind Song Qingyan, and whispered, "Mother is obedient, what the girl says is what she says!" ”

Song Qingyuan understood, her mother was flattering her.

Pretty smart enough to know that it's on her side.

"Well done!" The corners of Song Qingyuan's mouth curled, "From today onwards, my mother's pocket money will double." ”

Doubled? That's ten wen a day! Lee's eyes lit up.

glanced at Song Chengyi proudly, she was still smart and knew which way the wind was blowing.

Song Chengyi secretly glanced at Li and scolded secretly; Silly old ladies don't fight righteousness!

Rubbing his hands, his little eyes narrowed, "Girl, what about Dad?" ”

"Dad......" Song Qingyuan snorted, "I still have to work hard!" ”

"Uh......" Song Chengyi laughed dryly, which showed that he didn't know the current affairs, and the benefits were not his share.

Fortunately, he has the silver given by Erlang.

"Second brother, how much silver did you give your father?" Song Qingyuan asked as if he were gossiping.

Erlang glanced at it and said straightly, "Erliang! ”

Two two? Song Qingyuan smiled secretly, took the gift bought by two taels of silver, and entered the Chen family to propose marriage? It's strange if you don't get kicked out.

Song Qingyuan was silent, neither for nor against.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Song Qingyuan's attitude.

"Girl, then the mother is looking for a matchmaker?" Li said tentatively.

"What did my mother say?" Song Qingyuan asked, deliberately picking his ears, and said to himself, "Why is it that my ears are suddenly bad, and I can't hear anything." ”

Standing up and stretching his waist, "You guys talk, I'll go back to the house first......"

After speaking, Song Qingyuan opened the door, walked out, and gently closed the door again.

Leaving Li stunned to stand in place.

"What do you mean, girl?" Li Shi was puzzled and looked dazed, "Is this agreement or disagreement?" ”

"Silly old!" Song Chengyi shook his shoulders and sat down, "I haven't heard what the girl means?" ”

"The girl doesn't plan to participate, pretend not to know, and let you love it." Song Chengyi explained.

"Oh......" Li suddenly realized, it turned out to be this meaning.

The three heads got together and began to discuss the proposal again.

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

After coming out, Song Qingyuan took the cigarette radish yarn and entered the upper room.

"Milk, teach me how to make dresses." Song Qingyuan handed the cigarette yarn in his hand to Zhou.

"Mom! This is too expensive......" Zhou's outstretched hand retracted, took the shoe cover and put it on, and walked out of the room in three steps and two steps.

In the garden, I washed my hands.

After wiping it dry, he took the tulle in Song Qingyuan's hand and stroked it carefully.

"That's a good thing!" Zhou couldn't help but sigh, this material is so fairy, the little girl must be beautiful when she wears it.

"Let it go, the milk will make it for you." Zhou's Road.

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "You can't point to the milk for everything, you teach me, I want to learn." ”

In ancient times, needlework was a necessary skill for women, and she was not proficient in what she did not study, sewing and mending, and making clothes, which she must know.

Song Qingyuan took out the needlework.

Zhou glared disapprovingly, "If you want to learn to make clothes, and also pick that coarse fabric, how can you use such expensive materials to practice your hands." ”

The corner of his eyes swept over Song Qingyuan's clothes, "Look at what you have collected with this stitch, you are blind to this clothes." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled and tucked the corners in, she made this body by herself.

It's not as good as it should be!

couldn't resist Zhou, Song Qingyuan had to agree with Zhou's suggestion, and this piece of yarn was handed over to Zhou's to do.

Zhou took out another piece of navy blue coarse cloth and handed it to Song Qingyuan.

"You do it for your grandfather!" Zhou's Road.

"This ......" Song Qingyuan laughed dryly, "Milk, this is not good......

"What's wrong?" Zhou glared, "Your granddaughter made it, and your grandfather can't wear it." ”

"Hehe......" Song Qingyuan looked at the fabric in her hand and smiled bitterly, is it really appropriate for her indiscriminate craftsmanship to wear it for the old man with coarse fabrics?

"Milk, give me a piece of muslin......" Song Qingyuan discussed.

"What are you doing with muslin, waste!" Zhou disagreed.

In the end, under Song Qingyuan's good words, he found a piece of muslin and handed it to Song Qingyuan. Since the color of the cloth head is garnet red, Song Qingyuan decided to make a jacket for the Li family.

After entering the East Cross Courtyard and asking about the size of the Li family, Song Qingyuan did it step by step under the guidance of the Zhou family.

Every step she makes, she has to carefully write it down so that she can do it next time.

Zhou was next to Song Qingyuan, making dresses.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, the time passed slowly.

"Squeak!" The door to the upper room was pushed open, and Song Qingmo's head was exposed.

"Chickens and ducks or something, are you done feeding?" Zhou's afterglow swept over, and he didn't raise his head.

"Hey!" Song Qingmo said and sat down.

"Milk, I'll talk to Yuan'er about something." Song Qingmo said.

"What's going on?" Zhou's eyes widened, "My old woman can't listen?" ”

"My God, a handful of and urine pulled your father up, and I have to make way for you to ......" Zhou looked at Song Qingmo with unkind eyes.

Song Qingmo pursed her lips and didn't speak, the old lady didn't like her, she knew it in her heart.

"Yuan'er......" Song Qingmo shouted, giving Song Qingyuan a look and motioning for Song Qingyuan to go out and say.

Song Qingyuan put down the needle and thread, "Milk, I'll go out with Mo'er." ”

"Humph!" Zhou snorted!

Song Qingyuan hugged Zhou, "I'll be back in a while, and my grandmother will teach me." ”

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

Inside the old house of the Song family.

Song Qingmo dragged Song Qingyuan aside and asked, "Yuan'er, do you still make chrysanthemum tea this year?" ”

"Huh?" Song Qingyuan's voice was picky, and the chrysanthemum tea she dried this year was given to Sanfang.

"You want to make it and sell it?" Song Qingyuan understood.

"Hmm!" Song Qingmo nodded, "I see that you haven't sold it this year, so I'll come and ask, if you don't plan to sell it, I want to sell it." ”

The zongzi business allowed her to earn hundreds of wen within a few days. tasted the sweetness and saw the opportunity to make money, Song Qingmo naturally would not let it go.

"Okay! Get it! Song Qingyuan said generously. Dry sausages, restaurants, soap, soap, all of which are a lot of money.

That little money, Song Qingyuan didn't plan to earn.

After getting Song Qingyuan's words, Song Qingmo smiled, her eyes were full of fighting spirit, step by step, she could become a small landlord one day.

"Yuan'er, who is Brother Erlang going to marry?" Song Qingmo suddenly leaned over and asked quietly.

"Huh?" Song Qingyuan looked over, the matter of noon, it will spread at this moment?

"Hehe....." Song Qingmo smiled lewdly, "When the second aunt entered the upper room, I saw ......"

See...... Song Qingyuan seemed to be smiling, this is listening to the corner again.

"It doesn't matter who you want to marry, the important thing is whether you can marry or not!"

“......”

As soon as Song Qingyuan's words fell, Song Chengyi and Li Tie blushed and returned to Song's house with a scolding face. 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~