"I have long known that you are not a good thing, and you have even done it to curse the descendants of my Han family. Okay, Zhang, you are really a good girl from your mother's family! Mrs. Han looked at her daughter-in-law who was knocked to the ground by her, and her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, and she wanted to stab her to death.

Zhang's self-aware that she was at a loss, and she was caught by her mother-in-law, so how could she dare to quibble. But she looked up and caught a glimpse of Han Beiqing, who was radiant and sick behind Old Lady Han, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on her silk clothes of ten cents and a foot.

The dazzling peach, lined in the sun, Han Beiqing looks more and more like a young lady from a rich family in the city. The grievances suffered over the years, thinking about the hardships that the family has endured for this mourning star in the past few months, the aggrieved emotions exploded at this moment.

"Mother! Why don't you just hear me say something ugly, why don't you ask what your good granddaughter has done! She has been lying in bed for months, and the old snack of the family is not enough to serve the chaff vegetables. I deliberately soiled the cotton thread, I am an aunt, and I can't say two words to her! Zhang simply sat on the ground, covered his face and cried heavily.

"My father and mother are still alive, even if that slut of the Wang family never comes back, only I can say what is wrong with her." Mrs. Han, the grandmother, took care of the calf, but she didn't talk about it at all: "You still know that you are an aunt, a person with a foreign surname, when will it be your turn to teach people in my Han family!" ”

Zhang raised his head and looked at his mother-in-law in disbelief, tears in his eyes, shocked, angry and chilling. Trembling with anger, he couldn't say the words: "I..... You ....."

Although Han Beiqing was not married in her previous life, she has worked at the grassroots level for many years, and she knows best in her heart that the relationship between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the most difficult to solve and the easiest family conflict to resolve in thousands of years. In this era, there is no divorce, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to get married. So being a daughter-in-law can either endure most of her life to become a mother-in-law and then go to her daughter-in-law to vent, or jump into the river and hang herself.

Thinking of this, Han Beiqing hurriedly walked to Zhang's side and squatted down, patting Zhang's back to help her calm down and said, "Auntie, don't listen to grandmother, she doesn't usually say that." My grandmother has always said behind my back that the most respectful people in this family are my aunt and aunt. The two elders did their best for the Han family and were role models for me to learn. In the future, when I marry someone and go to my mother-in-law's family, I will be as virtuous and virtuous as the two elders! ”

Zhang wiped his tears and looked up at Han Beiqing in disbelief, not believing that such words would come out of the mouth of the vulgar mother-in-law. But if it weren't for Mrs. Han to say it, how could Han Beiqing say such a thing with Han Beiqing's clumsy virtue.

Seeing that Zhang was suspicious, Han Beiqing hurriedly explained his behavior: "I have been asleep in bed for a few months, although I can't speak, but I know it best in my heart. My grandmother has been by my side day and night, and it is very hard to take care of me, and the work in the house is pressed on the eldest aunt and aunt. Now that I woke up easily, I wanted to share more burdens for the family, but I didn't expect my aunt to misunderstand. ”

Mrs. Han looked at Han Beiqing from the side, and saw that her style of acting was very different from before. The child is still the same child as before, but his words and deeds are very appropriate and sensible. In a few words, the cautious and calculating Zhang smiled at what he said, and he became more and more sure that this was the manifestation of the ancestor.

"You child, if you want to share the work of the family, why do you want to harm things? If the cotton thread is dyed, how can it be woven? Old Mrs. Han was ostensibly reprimanding Han Beiqing, but everyone who heard it knew that she didn't want to punish her.

Han Beiqing bit his lip and muttered in a low voice: "Grandmother, I just look at these leaves to squeeze out the color." I thought that if the cloth woven at home was dyed by ourselves, wouldn't it be more profitable? ”

Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then said with a relieved smile: "Nan Nan is sensible, and I know that I have to worry about my family's life." It's good....."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang sneered: "Self-dyeing? Qiyaer, do you think the dyeing workshop is open for nothing? The craftsmanship of dyeing cloth is all ancestral, can you come up with it casually? If you really have the heart to work for the family, it is better to rub two catties of twine more seriously! ”

"At a young age, it's good to have this filial piety. The third family, don't be too mean. "In the end, it was the child who was raised by herself, and Mrs. Han couldn't listen to others say anything bad about her granddaughter.

Seeing that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were about to quarrel again, Han Beiqing hurriedly took the green cotton thread. The green cotton thread and the solid cotton thread are placed in the most ordinary lattice shape: "Grandmother, granddaughter is that some people can weave patterns of eight regiments, colorful butterflies, and cloud brocade. The selling price is several times more expensive than the usual plain cloth. That's why I wondered about it......"

Even the old lady Han, who loves Han Beiqing, can't help but laugh when she hears this. While laughing, he shook his head: "Silly boy, such crafts are all family heirlooms." You can't even learn how to weave normally, and you still think about that. ”

Saying that, Mrs. Han nodded Han Beiqing's nose, and scolded angrily: "You, you, just do what you can." Don't think about what you don't have, next time, I'll beat you. ”

Han Beiqing took Mrs. Han's arm and coquettishly said, "Grandmother, do you believe me once." I lay in bed and thought about it for many days, and finally understood the mystery of the weaving pattern. Just let me give it a try. ”

Mrs. Han couldn't wait to know what spirit her ancestor had revealed, so she simply agreed to Han Beiqing's request. I took her to the barn where the loom was kept, and got a handful of cotton thread for her.

When Han Beiqing was a village official in modern times, he led the left-behind old people in the village to make their own looms with four wooden strips, and weaved wool into tapestries and sold them in the commercial street of the scenic spot.

At this time, Han Beiqing sat in front of the loom, pinching the green cotton thread, and interspersed back and forth on the white cotton thread with ease.

Watching Han Beiqing's movements, Zhang, who was standing at the door and secretly watching, couldn't help but come up.

Seeing the green mass pattern gradually forming on the cotton cloth, Zhang couldn't help but scream excitedly: "Oh my God, mother, is this technique plain weave?" ”

Mrs. Han was also extremely shocked, touched the pattern on the loom several times in a row, and said incoherently excitedly: "It's plain weave, it's really plain weave." Our loom can weave such a good texture! ”

Zhang didn't blame Han Beiqing for wasting things, seeing that the green cotton thread was about to run out. Hurriedly grabbed a handful of plain cotton thread and rushed into the yard, soaking the cotton thread in the basin just now.

While soaking, he shouted excitedly: "Qiyaer, you are weaving vigorously, I will soak out all the colored threads you want."