Chapter 152: Blessing to the Heart

The screen handed in, the embroidery workshop is very satisfied. That's why I have this life. At this age, it is time for Yuan Bao to learn more exquisite embroidery. The owner of the embroidery workshop discussed that he wanted the ingots to go to the Rust Pavilion to learn more exquisite embroidery.

Yuan Bao understood it a long time ago and refused in person.

The owner of the embroidery workshop was not annoyed that the ingots did not know what to do. Individuals have their own fate. The embroidery girl who came out of the embroidery workshop embroidered the screen last time, which is more expensive.

You can save a lot of money if you don't go!

The embroidery workshop smiled and asked the ingots to embroider a few words according to the Buddhist scriptures. After reading it, I will embroider the Buddhist scriptures to the ingots.

The previous embroidery lady was the woman who came out of the embroidery pavilion and was preparing to get married. Embroider your own wedding dress, as well as a small purse for in-laws and relatives to meet each other. The mother-in-law is very rich, and most of this embroidery girl will not receive goods in the future.

It just so happens that the ingots can't be filled, and it's not that expensive.

It's okay not to go!

When I arrived at the mayor, I had to do a lot less work every day and there was a lot more new work. After all, it's your own home. Yuan Bao wholeheartedly wants to live.

In addition to embroidering and cooking, I also have to clean the room every day. There are not many houses and they are cleaned quickly. It's much easier than the Blue House. The yard is small, and you can't keep chickens and ducks in the yard. Yuanbao went to the surrounding mountains to dig up some wild flowers and weeds and plant them.

Dendrobium orchid is a relatively high-grade flower in it. With the dendrobium orchid as the most beautiful flower in the small garden, it is finally eye-catching.

Some small details ingots are also very attentive. There are new ideas in every corner. Sticking window flowers, fiddling with vases, etc. The small courtyard looks a little elegant. Changming didn't know Fengya, but he looked at the furnishings at home a little refreshing.

Changming was not in the village, and there were a lot fewer things.

After breakfast, Changming drew and wrote a script. Skillful skills are not much worse than ingots. After lunch at noon, if Mazi didn't come, the two of them went out to the teahouse to listen to the book.

Stimulate long-term inspiration, or be able to write more wonderful paragraphs.

There are in the world, and there are in the play.

The two are laid-back and happy. Live the life of a retired senior citizen at a young age. Youzai wandered life, and was broken from Mazi who hurriedly came to find Changming.

It's been a month, and Mazi stared at Zhang Eryan well. I didn't see any flowers. The land has been sold, and the vegetable garden in front of the house has been sold. Except for going up the mountain to chop firewood and coming back, and listening to Li Xiu'e's instructions to run errands, there is nothing special at all.

The men in the village bragged about it, but Zhang Er had never been there. If you can stay in the house, you can stay in the house.

Changrui is not good at walking in the village, and he goes out to play with friends more often than Zhang Erdu.

I didn't notice anything of it.

Mazi originally had to give up stalking. got up at night to pee, and blessed his soul to peek at what Zhang Er was doing. No anomalies were observed during the day. What about at night?

It's all a blessing to the soul!

Mazi sneaked over the wall, and when he stuck his head out, he saw Zhang Er swaggering out of Li Xiu'e's room, and he was buttoning his trouser belt while walking.

Hey, my mother!

was so frightened that Mazi almost fell off the wall.

Young men who are about to get married, where will they not understand what this means. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Mazi ran home with all her strength to feed, sat on the bed with her legs trembling, rubbed her face vigorously, and immediately lay down, her eyes closed, and her mouth was broken.

"It's not true. I haven't woken up yet. I'm dreaming! Go to sleep, it's dawn! It's too fucked up for dreams. ”

When he woke up the next morning, Mazi touched his head, feeling that the dream he had last night was really scary, and quietly pulled his father and said.

"Dad, last night I dreamed that Brother Ming stole people. This dream is truly inexplicable! When I dreamed last night, it scared me badly, and now I think about it a little funny. ”