Besides, Jiang Jiang, after helping Prince Ruyi rehearse the thousand-armed Guanyin, he has already arrived in Layue.

Since she couldn't go out, she and Mai Dong began to make New Year's clothes for everyone.

It's okay to say that only the full clothes are big and long, whether it is cut or sewn, it takes more fabric and time than other people's clothes.

That's not even counting the ladder when they were full!

"Sister Jiang Jiang, do you think my skirt looks good when it is made of stone blue with pine flowers? Won't it be too colorful? Mai Dong took out two pieces of clothing and asked Jiang Jiang while comparing them to himself.

"How so?" Jiang Jiang seriously helped her make a reference: "This color is more flattering to you!" Besides, isn't it time to dress brightly during the Chinese New Year? It's always time to be festive. ”

"But I'm afraid that the stinky boy of the caryophyllum will laugh at me then," Mai Dong was still a little hesitant when he said this: "It's a waste of effort, I can't wear it, and it's not easy to throw it away." ”

"Absolutely not, when you put on the caryophyllus, you will definitely feel good, he will not laugh at you." Jiang Jiang smiled and said: "Look at this yard, except for you and I will dress brightly, everyone else is wearing a steady color, if we also wear that look, there will be no festive atmosphere." ”

"Miss Jiang, you're right," Mai Dong finally made up his mind when he heard her say this: "There are more people who rarely celebrate the New Year together this year than in previous years, it is indeed not easy for us to get together, and there is nothing to kiss and decease, so we should be lively and lively to pass the New Year." ”

"That's right for you to think so," Jiang Jiang looked at her and smiled, and said: "The reason why there are festivals is to distinguish these days from ordinary days, eat better, dress better, people get together, lively, and make the days less busy and hard." ”

"Miss Jiang, what you said is very reasonable, but the food you made is so delicious, just a few days ago, I feel that my waist is thicker again," Mai Dong pinched his waist worriedly: "This time it will take two more feet of cloth." ”

In the past, when Jiang Jiang didn't come, Mai Dong and Uncle Ge Gen also had the New Year's Festival every year, but it was not as lively and interesting as Jiang Jiang after he came here.

The Hanging Pot Boy does not spend Chinese New Year's Eve with them, and has to accompany his family. It is often after the third year of junior high school that I come here to see them.

"By the way, Miss Jiang Jiang, what kind of gift do you say we should give to my son for the Chinese New Year this year?" Mai Dong thought of the hanging pot boy, and asked Jiang Jiang if she couldn't make up her mind, she was now used to asking Jiang Jiang for advice on everything.

"What does Childe lack? Or what does he like? In fact, Jiang Jiang doesn't know much about the hanging pot boy, and this lack of understanding does not mean that he does not understand his temperament, but that he does not know his life and family background.

"It's stumped for me to ask like this, Childe doesn't seem to lack anything," Mai Dong said with a wrinkled face, "But no matter if it's lacking or not, our gifts always have to be given!" ”

"If you really want to give me a gift, give me a sachet." The two of them were discussing what gift to give to the hanging pot boy, who wanted to pick the door curtain, and the hanging pot boy had already walked in with a smile.

"Ouch, Childe, aren't you eavesdropping on us outside the door?!" Mai Dong jumped to the ground all of a sudden, joking with the hanging pot boy, and he couldn't see the dignity between the master and the servant at all.

"It's that you are talking too loudly, and I can already hear it clearly when I walk up to me," said the hanging pot boy, "It's good that you can discuss the dowry so loudly Ming'er." ”

The latter sentence was obviously a joke, and it made Mai Dongshy's face red.

The boy of the hanging pot saw Jiang Jiang sitting by the window, wearing a jade-colored cotton robe and a dark green tooth pinching vest on the outside, without extra decoration, but it was pleasing to the eye.

"It's hard work for you," the boy walked over and sat down on a chair: "It's already very hard for you to make the clothes of these people, you don't need to make me big things, just a sachet to show your heart." ”

"Childe has always been so considerate," Jiang Jiang stopped his needlework and poured a cup of tea for the hanging pot boy: "It's windy today, Childe drinks a cup of tea, and the cold air." ”

"I've never seen my son bring a purse sachet, and when I asked us to do it, I didn't know what style to do." Mai Dong said on the side: "I'll take the tricks and ask Gongzi to choose one himself." He went away with a puff of smoke.

Here Jiang Jiang and the hanging pot boy talked for a while, and Mai Dong came over with a thick book.

There are hundreds of patterns painted on it, mostly plum orchids, bamboo chrysanthemums, longevity and peace.

"I don't like these ordinary looks," said the hanging pot boy without looking at it: "Jiang Jiang, you have always been quick and different. This pair of sachets is best done by you yourself, it must be unique. ”

"Childe knows how to pick fat and lose weight," Mai Dong pouted and said: "If you want a different pattern, is it difficult to embroider a pair of big nest melons?" Speaking of which, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Childe must have eaten yet, we want to eat sandwich meat at noon today, let's stay for a light meal!" Jiang Jiang said.

"Since it's your craft, of course it's the best." The boy didn't want to refuse at all: "Mai Dong went to the kitchen and told me to prepare my meal." ”

Here Mai Dong turned around and went to the kitchen and told Banxia's mother-in-law to cook more for herself.

Here Jiang Jiang is doing needlework while chatting with the hanging pot boy.

"You've been here for almost a month, aren't you stuffy?" The hanging pot boy asked Jiang Jiang.

Of course, Jiang Jiang can't nod, although this yard is very small, and there is not much new in what he does every day, but after all, people are thinking about their own safety, and they can't be satisfied.

"Childe is too worried, everything is fine here." Jiang Jiang said politely.

"Now the wind is not as tight as it used to be," said the man who hung the pot as if he was unconcerned, "I plan to take you out for a walk in a few days." ”

"It's not good, if you are recognized by someone with a heart, won't it affect you?" Jiang Jiang has reservations about this.

Although she was about to hold back her horns, and she had been thinking about Coolie Street and Yuwen Mansion, it didn't mean that he could rush out irrationally.

"Of course we can't go out in a big way, you have to be properly disguised," said the hanging pot boy: "It's okay to go for a stroll, so as not to get sick after a long time." ”

While the two were talking, Mai Dong came over to greet him, and the meal had been served. The two of them stopped talking and went out of the room to eat.

It was the first time for the boy to eat sandwich meat, but the others had already eaten several meals, and Jiang Jiang taught the method to Granny Banxia, who can now learn eight or nine points of likeness.