Jiang Tang and Fu Cui had a disagreement.

The two stood in the fabric store, Jiang Tang wanted to buy light gray fabric to make a robe for the third master, just like Jiang Wanqing usually wears, Fu Cui hurriedly pressed her hand and said no.

said that the third master of her family did not wear a robe, and she disliked that thing to wear ugly, and it was inconvenient to move.

Jiang Tang was puzzled.

People of their age don't all like to wear robes, most of the people who wear suits and ties all day long are young people who have studied abroad, what is he doing with a bad old man?

Fu Cui heard the disgust in Jiang Tang's words, and snorted sullenly: "My third master is not a bad old man, you will know it when you see it." ”

Jiang Tang wanted to see it, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

After a pause of two seconds, Jiang Tang remembered that the person was on an errand under the third master, and asked Fu Cui in a low voice: "How well do you know about the people under the third master?" Who is he usually following? Or who are the cronies? ”

That person's popularity is extraordinary, and there is an implied unruly wildness, and he is certainly not a nobody.

Fu Cui tilted her head in thought.

In the end, she shook her head, "I don't know, there are more people around the third master, I have seen him send troops to suppress bandits, that battle, that momentum, I don't know how many people there are......"

Jiang Tang couldn't help but have a headache and held his forehead.

The bull's head is not the horse's mouth.

Fu Cui was still gushing about Jin Sanye's glorious deeds of suppressing bandits, Jiang Tang was helpless, and reached out to cover her mouth, "I mean cronies, like Uncle Chen, but younger, in his thirties." ”

Fu Cui's voice stopped abruptly.

After thinking about it for a long time, she finally shook her head again and held back a sentence: "That's more, Brother Dogdan, Brother Tiezhu, the brothers who followed the third master are all in their thirties." ”

Jiang Tang was dumbfounded for a moment.

Dogs? Iron pillars?

Jiang Tang took a long time to find his thoughts, and mentally comforted that person should not have such a catchy name, otherwise it really didn't match his temperament.

Although she doesn't have a crush on him, I have to say that he has a long ...... Not bad.

In the end, Jiang Tang didn't ask anything from Fu Cui's mouth, and even the fabric was from her, and she bought black cotton back to make shirts.

Originally, Jiang Tang wanted to buy white, but men are fashionable at the moment with white shirts with dark vests in the middle, and dark suits or coats on the outside.

However, Fu Cui said that it should be black.

In view of the fact that Fu Cui is Jin Sanye's side, Jiang Tang finally listened to her suggestion, and couldn't help but slander in his heart, this Jin Sanye is really different.

When he got home, Jiang Tang began to work.

She has never done needlework, she does what Fucui does, she can't escape her clumsiness, she her hand with the tip of the needle three or two times, and blood beads erupt as soon as she uses force.

She gritted her teeth, pulled the strip of white cloth around her bleeding fingers, picked up the needle and thread, and continued to do it.

Fucui laughed at her: "This shirt is the easiest to make, if you are asked to make a coat, not to mention the thickness of the fabric, there are many needle eyes, you can't waste it when you make one?" ”

Jiang Tang trembled when he thought about it, and his hands trembled the most.

A simple and thin Western-style shirt, Jiang Tang made it for three days, and after finishing it, her ten fingers were pricked with needles, and it was a dull pain when she touched it.

Fortunately, the technique became more and more proficient, and the stabbing was not as much as at the beginning, and after the pain, she was happy that she had learned needlework.

Jiang Tang picked up the finished product and looked at it, the size was made according to what Fu Cui said, it was extremely wide, and it could fit two of her.

Holding the men's shirt in his hand, Jiang Tang felt strange and peculiar, and couldn't help but think of that person again.

He also seems to like to wear black.

For more than 30 nights, except for a white shirt under his military uniform, most of them were dressed in black, which seemed to blend in with the night.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he deliberately disguised himself so that he could sneak into her yard in the dark of night.

Speaking of which, he hadn't bothered her in a few nights.

Isn't that exactly what she wants?

Jiang Tang hurriedly shook her head, she was afraid that if she didn't have a problem with her brain, she actually began to miss him......

Throwing off those ridiculous ideas, Jiang Tang folded the shirt carefully, carefully put it into the gift box, and hurriedly left the Jin Mansion with Fucui while it was still dark.

The sky will be dark and gray.

The iron door of Mansion One was still locked, and Fu Cui rang the doorbell and heard a sound coming from inside.

Chen Bo walked briskly with his robe.

The old man's elite inquiring eyes glanced at the gift box held in Jiang Tang's hand, he seemed to guess the purpose of the two of them, and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Tang through the iron door.

Jiang Tang was surprised by his actions, and he didn't dare to ask more, so he obediently presented the gift box.

Then he took the gift box and turned around and left.

Liu Jiang Tang stood outside the iron gate, looking dazed.

"Fucui, do you think we have hope?" She held the iron gate railing, and the chill of the iron railing soaked in the winter sun drilled into her palm.

Fu Cui patted her on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, young grandmother, I know the third master, since he asked Uncle Chen to accept your gift, it means that he doesn't mind interfering in this matter, if the gift is in line with his heart, then he will definitely help." ”

Jiang Tang was still apprehensive in his heart.

Now I hope that Jin Sanye's vision is not too high, and I hope that her craftsmanship can enter his eyes.