Chu Yulan was about to ask again, when Shen Shangxiang entered the room with a delicate pickle jar in her hand, Chu Yulan immediately felt that her eyes lit up.

In her previous life, she was exposed to Liao's house, and she had a lot of research on antique calligraphy and painting.

"Hey, this is for you, didn't you want to eat chili sauce some time ago, I specially pickled these, my family can't eat spicy, you can take it all!" Shen Shangxiang stuffed the pickle jar into Chu Changfu's hand, and there were two pairs of insoles underneath, but unfortunately they were not hidden, and they were still peeked at by Chu Yulan.

"Ah, Sister Shangxiang, you are so skillful!" Chu Yulan's eyes were sharp, and she snatched it and praised it.

"What's this, in our village, every girl has to embroider a few pairs of insoles before getting married......" Shen Shangxiang said more and more quietly, and when she said that it was almost like a mosquito humming, she could finally treat a person in a bright light.

Chu Changfu took the pickled vegetable jar and insoles, put them on the table, picked up the flat shoulder and went down the mountain, carried water, turned the ground, and contracted all the work at home by himself.

"Sister, this jar is good, the pattern is very chic, where did you buy it?" Chu Yulan pointed to the pickle jar on the table and inquired quietly.

"I don't know, anyway, my grandmother has used this jar to pickle pickles since I can remember, if you don't ask my dad, he should know." Many of the objects in Shen Shangxiang's house are old objects from many years ago, after his mother left, his grandmother died of illness, his father was exhausted, and it was very difficult for the family to make ends meet, so he took the money to buy things.

Chu Yulan saw that she was going to ask Shen Quande, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I'll ask when I leave, sister, what's wrong with the uncle, why is he still coughing, it looks quite serious?" ”

"Stomach disease, can't do heavy work, indigestion of what I eat, no strength in my body, I had a little cold and fever yesterday, I should be fine if I take some medicine." Shen Shangxiang sat on the edge of the kang, picked up a patched pair of pants casually, and folded them slowly.

"Sister, has there been no news from my aunt all these years?" Chu Yulan looked at Shen Shangxiang's pants, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

"No, but my dad is right, she is gone, it has nothing to do with us, she will be her in the future, we are us, nothing to do." She has survived the past three years, and how many times she feels that the days are over, and it will be sad to continue, but as soon as the sun comes out, it is a new day.

"Sister!" Chu Yulan cheered, she finally grabbed ~ the flashing thought in her mind, grabbed Shen Shangxiang's arm with both hands and shouted.

"What's wrong?" Shen Shangxiang helped her sort out the scattered hair, and took off a hairpin from her head, pinning it to her ear, just to stop the long bangs that continued to fall.

"It's fine." Chu Yulan shook her head, she didn't tell her what she thought, she still told her when she matured, if she said it now, it couldn't be realized in the future, and the empty joy would hit her harder.

In her previous life, she didn't study fashion design, but decades of art teachers gave her a certain foundation in art. Those styles of clothes in her previous life, she thought about it carefully, she should still remember a lot, if Sister Shang Xiang opened a tailor shop, she might be able to provide her with some clothing design drawings.

It's just that it is best to open a tailor shop in the city, where there are many people and high incomes, and people in the countryside are more willing to spend money to dress up than rural people. The problem is that Sister Shang Xiang still has a family to take care of, so she should think of a way to get the best of both worlds, and it's not too late to talk about it when the time comes.