After that, I went to the cloth village, Xu is approaching the end of the year, the shop business is good, and the owner hired a man of fifteen or sixteen to help.

The man had a round head and a round head, looking festive, he didn't know the two, and said sweetly: "Little lady, what do you want to buy?" We've just got a new ready-to-wear here, would you like to take a look? ”

Lin Qiao smiled, "Don't sell it, I'll find the owner." ”

At this time, the proprietor put down what he was doing and walked over, "Xiaoxian, go get busy, I'll come here." ”

After speaking, she looked at Lin Qiao, smiled and said, "I thought you weren't coming." ”

"During this time, the family was busy preparing New Year's goods, so they didn't go to town much." Lin Qiao gave her the drawings.

The proprietor took it and looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but praise her with a "tsk", "Your hand is really skillful." ”

"But it's a pity that the embroidery girl can't embroider it, at most seven or eight points are similar, I liked the pear blossom jacket last time, but it didn't look very good." As she spoke, she turned her head slightly, motioning for her to look at the hanging pear blossom jacket.

The pear blossom is not as fresh as the picture on the jacket, but it is a bit dull and cumbersome.

It's not very pretty.

Lin Qiao pointed out the problem at a glance, "The owner, you shouldn't use coarse linen, the coarse linen itself is relatively thick, and with embroidery, it will be more abrupt." ”

The pattern of pear blossom is more complex, and the needle and thread are stacked together to be thicker.

The proprietor was distressed: "I thought that there were not many fine cotton ready-made clothes in the town, so I used cheap coarse linen. ”

"I've made more than a dozen pieces, and if I don't sell them, I'll lose money."

Lin Qiao pondered for a moment, "It's almost enough to change the pattern, the owner, borrow pen and ink." ”

The proprietor nodded hurriedly, and then went to get the pen and ink out, Lin Qiao took it, stopped for a while, and soon put down the pen, the pattern was outlined, she thought about it for a while, and noted the color of the needle and thread next to it.

The woman's font is beautiful and atmospheric.

The proprietor next to him was surprised and praised: "You write this really well." ”

Lin Qiao paused, "......"

It's exposed, and the original body can't write.

Her face was not lying, and she looked a little embarrassed when she lowered her head, "Uncle often practices calligraphy at home, and I secretly follow it." As he spoke, he deliberately added a little more yellow letters.

"Oh." Seeing that she had made a typo, the proprietor did not suspect it, and quickly turned his attention to the drawings again.

Song Tingfan did not doubt his sister-in-law at all, his eyes were extremely bright, and he had a look of "sister-in-law is so powerful".

Yu Guang was observing what kind of reaction he was to Lin Qiao, "......"

It's her who is overthinking.

The villain's IQ is now as easy to fool as a three-year-old.

The proprietor looked at the drawings for a while, looked at Lin Qiao and said: "You go to the embroidery workshop with me, I'm afraid that what I say is different from what you think, and it will be easy to mess the material if you change it around." ”

took other people's money, this bit of work still has to be helped, Lin Qiao nodded.

The proprietor looked at Song Tingfan and enthusiastically grabbed the melon seeds for him, "Sit and play here, your sister-in-law will go out with me and come back soon." ”

Song Tingfan pursed his lips and looked straight at Lin Qiao, Lin Qiao couldn't stand his appearance the most, and said to the owner with a smile: "He'll come with me, I won't go back here later, just drive the donkey cart back." ”

The proprietor thought for a while and nodded, "Cheng, then I'll give you the silver first, the ten pairs of patterns are a total of five taels of silver, plus the one just now is a total of five taels and a half." ”

"No need, the owner will give five taels."

"Oh, take it, the cold winter is coming, buy more food for yourself and go back, by the way, it's almost the New Year's Day, you can take these jobs back and eat, don't be crooked, just eat for you."

The work is some melon seeds, peanuts, and some sugar.

She said this, Lin Qiao couldn't refuse anymore, so she took it generously and put it in the back basket, "Thank you, the owner." ”

"Thank you, if you want to write, draw a few more." The proprietor thought that he had made a lot of money recently, and he smiled from ear to ear.

Of course, it can't eat such a small cloth village, but she has a way to sell it to other cloth houses.

Of course, it didn't sell it all.

……

The embroidery workshop is very close to the entrance of the town, which is an embroidery workshop converted into a courtyard, and there are five or six embroidery girls.

Lin Qiao's eyes fell on the loom on the very edge, "squeak" was not running well, "The owner's cloth is still woven by himself?" ”

"It's just a few, occasionally big families give me the line to process, this is the pavilion chief's family took the good line yesterday, the line is really expensive, just a small handful of 100 Wen."

The proprietor walked over to look at the weaving situation, and told the embroiderer who weaved the cloth uneasily, and said: "Concentrate, don't weave badly, we can't afford to pay for it." ”

The cheap line is only a handful, and a hundred wena is really expensive, Lin Qiao couldn't help but smash his tongue.

Song Tingfan followed her gaze and landed on the loom, he looked at it seriously for a while and remembered it in his heart.

Soon, the owner asked the embroidery girl who made clothes to stop working, and asked Lin Qiao to tell them how to change the pattern.

Looking at his sister-in-law's gentle side face, her red lips closed one by one, and she said something seriously, Song Tingfan sometimes thought that if her sister-in-law hadn't married into the Song family, she would definitely have a good life.

My sister-in-law is good-looking and capable.

With such a picture, his heart was inexplicably a little sour, he still wanted his sister-in-law to marry his family.

The Master always taught them not to be selfish, but to stand between heaven and earth with a broad heart.

Then he is not a gentleman anymore, and he doesn't want to be a gentleman.

After staying for more than half an hour, Lin Qiao said that he was dry, and couldn't help licking his lips, "Boss, we'll go back." ”

The owner nodded and glanced at Song Tingfan, "Your uncle is quite obedient, not noisy or noisy." ”

Lin Qiao turned her head, and saw that the young man was standing obediently, looking at her motionlessly with deep Danfeng eyes.

She was inexplicably a little distressed, "He's more sensible." ”

A twelve-year-old child who can be so sensible must have endured a lot of things, and no one is sensible from the beginning.

"It's good to be sensible, otherwise you'll have a headache." The proprietor boasted.

Lin Qiao nodded, then said and took Song Tingfan away.

While waiting for the donkey cart at the entrance of the town, Song Tingfan ran to the tea stall and quickly brought a full bowl of tea.

"Sister-in-law, you drink."

He had just seen his sister-in-law lick her lips.

Lin Qiao was really thirsty, so he took it and drank half of it, and left half for him, "I can't drink it, uncle, you drink." ”

Song Tingfan didn't doubt her, stretched out his hand to take it, looking at the water stains somewhere in the bowl, the tips of his ears were faintly hot.

He turned around, lowered his head and took a few sips, and the tea bowl was left with no water left, so he returned the bowl.

I didn't wait for the donkey cart for a long time, and it was already getting late.

The faintly stopped snow and suddenly fell into a big snowflake, and Song Tingfan hurriedly took out an umbrella from the back basket to support it.

After waiting for a while, the donkey cart from the next village came, and seven or eight women rushed up to take their place, and the donkey cart almost flipped back.

The donkey driver in front hurriedly pressed the donkey, and then anxiously asked them to go down a few people, "I can't pull it, don't get on, the donkey cart in the next village just now has overturned." ”