Wen Lan thinks that Hezi may have a brain melon seed disease, and if she gets such a lot of flower patterns, she is either idle or overfed.

Although I feel annoyed, Sister Lan does not admit defeat in her dictionary.

In the past, she would go to the village small self-reserved land to serve the vegetable field when she didn't have class, but now that the vegetables are all collected and there is no work, she brought the sewing basket to the school, and went to Principal Wu's house without class, and continued to ponder Lin Nianhe's broken flower.

In just a few days, Sister Lan looked like a flower.

Lin Nianhe wanted to take the pattern back and send it directly to the textile factory for them to study, but seeing Wen Lan's strength with her head, she didn't grab it.

It's not that she doesn't dare, she is mainly afraid that this little thing will become Sister Lan's demon......

She is really a nice and kind person.

On this day, Aunt Zhao came to deliver shoes to Principal Wu, which were made from rags and made for several children in difficulty in the village school.

"Sister Wu, I've made the shoes," Aunt Zhao opened the burden and said with a smile, "I haven't made much bigger, these little cubs walk a lot every day, and they will be worn out in less than two months." ”

"Thank you for your hard work," Principal Wu's eyes were full of gratitude, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to be this old man myself." ”

"It's a good thing, it's nothing." Aunt Zhao shook her head with a smile, "If you have any more rags, call me, I usually have nothing to do at home." ”

"Okay, I'm not going to be polite to you." Principal Wu caught a glimpse of Wen Lan who was gritting his teeth on the edge of the kang, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother and sister, come here, Xiao Lan has been making those tweed for the past two days, and she has not been able to say it, you can help take a look." ”

Aunt Zhao saw Wen Lan holding the needle and thread, so she didn't refuse, walked up and sat down with a smile, and asked, "Girl, what's the matter?" ”

Wen Lan said "ah", and scolded Lin Nianhe's words very fluently: "Hezi, that melon girl, she has to fix what kind of flowers, she still can't understand what to do, so she throws me a picture, day by day is idle and has nothing to do, and she owes a beating......"

Principal Wu pursed his lips on the side, and explained to Aunt Zhao for Wen Lan: "I heard Nian He say that this head flower will be sent to the textile factory for them to be mass-produced and sold after it is done, and Xiao Lan is also anxious. ”

Aunt Zhao looked at the pattern that was crumpled into a ball and then unfolded, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Girl, come, let my aunt try it." With that, she stretched out her hand to Wen Lan and took the needle and thread in her hand.

Aunt Zhao is a tailor in the village, she is skillful, and she collects little money, and everyone loves to do a job. When Aunt Li wanted to make clothes for Wang Xixi's wedding, she originally wanted to find Aunt Zhao to do it, but Aunt Zhao had urgent work in her hands, and she caught up with the recurrence of Accountant Zhao's leg injury, so she found Wen Lan.

Aunt Zhao is more experienced than Wen Lan in the end, and she usually changes clothes and makes pants for children, looking at Wen Lan's semi-finished products, pondering the pattern for a while, and then starting to do it.

Wen Lan watched from the sidelines, her eyes from tired to hopeful.

Principal Wu saw that they were busy for a while, so he went back to his desk and sat down, took out the manuscript and began to write.

Time slipped away quietly, and after nearly an hour, Aunt Zhao bit off the cotton thread and said to Wen Lan: "Xiao Lan, look at it, is Nian He asking for this?" ”

A red and white tartan hair tie with a few small fur balls made of cotton thread on the top. The folds are delicate, and the hairballs are also rounded and cute.

Wen Lan took the flower, looked at it cautiously several times, and said, "If she dares to pick a thorn like this, I will discount her legs!" ”

As soon as Lin Nianhe walked into the door, he heard Wen Lan's words, his legs were weak, and he almost sat directly in Principal Wu's arms.

Lin Nianhe stood by the door, wondering whether he should run or run?

Sister Lan has been overly irritable lately, she can't afford to mess with her!

She hesitated for a little time, and was seen by Sister Lan.

Wen Lan jumped up, jumped in front of Lin Nianhe with a flower in her hand, stared at her reddish eyes and said, "Come!" You pick another thorn to try! ”

The corners of Lin Nianhe's lips trembled slightly, and he cleared his throat to defend: "Sister Lan, I wasn't a thorn before, I was ......" It's really not good.

To tell the truth, Lin Nianhe consciously swallowed them all back into his stomach and reached out to take the flower.

Her eyes lit up, and her voice was filled with excitement: "Yes, yes, that's it!" ”

I really can't blame her for being unstable, it's really that she has been suffering a lot during this time.

She tried the tightness of the head flower, looked up and saw Aunt Zhao, and instantly understood - this is not Sister Lan's sudden enlightenment, but the real hidden boss is coming.

Lin Nianhe's eyes were full of little stars: "Aunt Zhao, did you do this?" ”

"Well," Aunt Zhao said with a smile, "Xiaolan has done almost a good job, and I will be able to do it with her." ”

"Aunt Zhao's hands are so skillful!"

Lin Nianhe dragged Wen Lan over, sat down next to Aunt Zhao, and took a few patterns that Wen Lan hadn't had time to study to show Aunt Zhao, and then said, "Aunt Zhao, look at these patterns, if you are not busy these days, can you study them with Sister Lan?" ”

Aunt Zhao nodded: "I don't have anything to do, is anyone really buying these head flowers?" ”

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to sell them," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "I also plan to talk to the textile factory and give the villagers a share of the task of producing some of the head flowers, which should be more profitable than pasting matchboxes." ”

Aunt Zhao didn't think too much about making money, and responded with a smile: "Then I'll study with Xiaolan, you are all busy with business, and I am happy to use me." ”

With Aunt Zhao's help, Wen Lan's demons finally dispersed.

However, in two days, the two of them made all the head flowers of the fourteen patterns drawn by Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe read them one by one, and felt that they had done it well, and there was no problem, so he wrapped them and put them in his satchel, and rode his bicycle to the commune while it was time to eat at noon.

She had just ridden around the big tree at the entrance of the village when a bicycle bell rang behind her.

Before she looked back, Su Yuncheng had already arrived at her side.

Lin Nianhe blinked his eyes and asked him, "Aren't you busy today?" ”

Su Yuncheng couldn't laugh or cry: "When am I busy?" ”

"Didn't you go up the mountain with the villagers to chop wood two days ago? Finished chopping? ”

"Not yet," Su Yuncheng said, "I'm going to get some glass today, and I'm going to use it to repair the house." ”

There are many people who are easy to do, and the empty house in the village has been almost cleaned up, and the kang was re-coiled two days ago, and it is almost dry. As long as the glass and doors and windows are repaired, they can move out.

Lin Nianhe smiled and said, "You guys are quite fast...... By the way, what about furniture or something? ”

"Just pull the town over," Su Yuncheng replied, "It won't take too many things." ”

Lin Nianhe nodded and suddenly smiled.

"How?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly remembered when I first came...... Time flies. ”

Lin Nianhe looked at the road where she could now avoid potholes with her eyes closed, and smiled with her eyes crooked.

She smiled, the tip of her nose suddenly cold.

A snowflake fell on the tip of her nose.

It's snowing.

(End of chapter)