Han Yingxue didn't refuse, took it, and said with a sweet smile: "Thank you, Brother Da Lei!" ”

"No thanks!" Wang Dalei was even more embarrassed, "The things grown in my own field are not valuable." ”

"I don't know if it's worth it, anyway, I know that Brother Da Lei and your family are good to our family. Politeness is more important than affection, and that's the most important thing. ”

"Hehe, Xue'er, you're really good at talking."

"Brother Da Lei, you wait for me for a while, I'll go get you some delicious food, and you can take it back to your aunt and give it to them."

"No more, no more!" Wang Dalei hurriedly waved his hand.

"Brother Da Lei, I'm also worthless, I fished it up from the river by myself, I took all your things, don't you want my things?"

"That'...... Oh well......"

Han Yingxue entered the house, brought out a plate of shrimp, and handed it to Wang Dalei.

"Brother Da Lei, this is fried, you go back and peel the shell, and eat it with vinegar."

"Okay, Cher, thank you!"

"Haha, Brother Da Lei, what are you and I being polite to."

"Xue'er, look, that kid Da Lei is really good." Zhao praised while eating.

Shouldn't this mother still think about her and Wang Dalei's family affairs?

"Well, that's good." Han Yingxue pretended not to know what Zhao meant.

"Auntie, you eat vegetables!" Zhao Qishan diligently sandwiched the dishes for Zhao.

"Haha, Qishan's kid is not bad!" Zhao praised.

Han Yingxue glanced at Zhao Qishan and knew that this guy was doing it on purpose.

"......" Han Yingxue lowered her head and ate the food.

After dinner, the sparks in the stove cave had not burned out, so Han Yingxue took two corn cobs and stuffed them into the stove hole, and buried the corn cobs with the unburned sparks.

This corn cob is roasted like this, and it is the most fragrant and delicious. The remaining corn on the cob will be ready to be boiled and eaten tomorrow morning.

"Mother, I want to learn to make cloth shoes with you!" Han Yingxue begged.

"Ah, Cher, why do you want to learn how to make shoes?" Zhao was a little surprised, isn't his daughter a needle and thread that doesn't touch.

"Make a pair of shoes for my cousin, his shoes are all torn!" Han Yingxue's face flushed slightly and explained.

"Haha, good, mother will teach you!"

There are still some small pieces of fabric for making clothes at home that are not used. The dark purple and blue cloth left over from Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu's clothes is just right for making a pair of cloth shoes.

After freshening up, Han Yingxue sat on the bedside with Zhao, holding scissors, cloth, needle and thread, as well as paper and paste.

In ancient times, the sole of the shoe was made of thick cloth and then sewn together with needles and threads, which was particularly solid.

The shoe state first draws a model, then cuts it out with scissors, wears and cuts it, and then sticks the paste to the cloth, and then the cloth is also cut out along the paper model.

After the shoe state is done, the sole and the shoe state will be sewn together.

Han Yingxue followed behind Zhao seriously, and made a shoe by himself. Before you know it, the night is already dark.

"Cher, let's do it again tomorrow night! Now hurry up and go to bed, you have to get up tomorrow morning. Zhao proposed.

Seeing that Han Yingxue's eyes were a little red, she was very distressed.

Han Yingxue put down her shoes with some reluctance.

She was a little looking forward to getting her shoes done as soon as possible, after all, Zhao Qishan's shoes were really uncomfortable to wear.

"Ah, I almost forgot, the corn hasn't been taken out yet!" Han Yingxue rushed to the kitchen in a hurry and took out the corn cob from the stove hole.

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