Sturdy Countryside: Lord, Please Blow The Lamp

"Grandma, how do you look at my mandarin ducks?" Xia Beibei sent the two mandarin ducks she had embroidered to Sang Jinghong.

Although it took a few days, it was finally a finished product, not much worse, and she felt pretty good about herself.

"Oh, my Jiuniang has really grown up, and she can embroider so well." Sang Jinghong saw the embroidery stretcher handed to her eyes, and there was a burst of flowers in front of her eyes. It's happy.

This is much better than her veteran embroidering, but...it's a little too slow.

But it’s like this when you’re just starting out, just take your time and you’ll be fine.

"Grandma, look at my hand speed, it's really too slow, how about I call Xiaoju and be your apprentice?" Xia Beibei asked carefully.

The last time she heard Big Brother Dongfang's words, she suddenly had such an idea. She wanted to tell Ziyin to come. Xia Guchun regarded her as the biggest enemy, which was not suitable. Thinking about it, only Xia Xiaoju was suitable.

Moreover, although Xiaoju is young, her hands are indeed more dexterous than her and Ziyin's, and the flowers she embroiders are also very good, at least they are eye-catching.

If I can learn grandma's skills, maybe I can start an embroidery spinning business in the future.

"Is that girl from the Daoist family? Will she not want to?" Sang Jinghong didn't seem to expect her granddaughter to say that, but her heart was also moved by Xia Beibei's words.

Her embroidery skills, Sang Jinghong, are among the best in the entire Xuedu, let alone in Xiajia Village. She also heard people say that all the things she embroidered in the past were sold by a local boss. I went to a place far away, and it is said that it was sold for a great price.

It's a pity that she is a country person, and she only knows how to work hard for a small profit, so that the grandparents and grandchildren can live, that's all.

However, Daji's daughter-in-law is also good at embroidery. If she takes Xiaoju as her apprentice, will the whole family think that she thinks too highly of them?

"Yes, they wouldn't want to, it's a good thing." Xia Beibei said immediately.

Xia Xiaoju can get the true biography of grandma, that's better than anything else, can Aunt Ji not want to? Besides, it's winter, Xiaoju is at home, if there is anything to do, it's better to come here and learn a craft, how great it is.

As for her, grandma taught her for a year before, and she also has memories of those embroidery skills and techniques, so she doesn't need grandma to teach her, because she has other things to do.

"Then go talk to his family." Sang Jinghong nodded in response.

She is not the kind of person who is so stingy that she refuses to teach others her skills. As long as she is willing to learn this kind of embroidery, she can figure out some tricks by herself.

Back then, she figured it out slowly by herself.

"Okay, I'll go right away." As soon as Xia Beibei heard Sang Jinghong's words, she ran out of the door as fast as she could.

"Jiu Niang, be careful, the road is slippery." Seeing her running out quickly, Sang Jinghong hurriedly called out to the door.

But, where is Xia Beibei's figure in the yard? She has already left the yard.

"This girl, why is she so impatient." Sang Jinghong said angrily.

...

Xia Dao Dao's house was quiet, there was no movement, there was not even a single footprint on the thick snow in the yard.

"Uncle Dao, Aunt Ji, are you at home?" Xia Beibei was outside the courtyard, poking her head and squinting one eye, watching the situation inside.

In the snowy city of Xuedu, everyone knows what the common people will do. Basically, they are roasting by a fire, or doing embroidery, or doing some handicraft work.

Just like Xia Dao Dao, he knows how to weave bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets. In winter, he weaves more, and after the snow melts, he sells them in the town. In terms of income, it is not a small income.

After a while, Aunt Ji pushed open the door of the hall and came out.

"Jiu Niang, it's snowing heavily here, why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Aunt Ji stepped on the white snow, came over and opened the courtyard door a little, allowing Xia Beibei to come in.

"Hey, there's really something to do, Aunt Ji." After Xia Beibei got in, she smiled at Aunt Ji.

"Hurry up and get in the house to warm up, it's cold enough outside." Aunt Ji glanced at her, and let her go in the house first, regardless of what she had to do.

On this day outside, it can really freeze to death.

"Hey." Xia Beibei rubbed her hands that were red from the cold, and hurriedly followed Aunt Ji into the hall of her house.

The hall of Xia Dao Dao’s house is not as big as usual. Grandma Xiaoju is folding paper ingots, which can be sold at the town’s Mingpin shop after the snow has melted, and Xia Dao Dao is busy weaving bamboo baskets , That's a neat hand, and Grandpa Xiaoju didn't take a moment to cut up the big bamboo, make it into strips, and then polish it on the edge of the knife specially made for bamboo strips.

As for Xiaoju and Aunt Ji, looking at the embroidery stretcher that was put aside, they could tell at a glance that both of them were doing embroidery work.

"Jiu Niang is here, come over and enjoy the fire." Grandpa Xiaoju looked up at Xia Beibei and said enthusiastically.

"Yeah." Xia Beibei responded.

She couldn't help but sighed in her heart, if all the families in Xiajia Village loved each other as much as Xiaoju's family, if they worked hard and didn't allow whoever did more and who did less, would there still be so many gossiping people?

Those people deserve to be hungry without money, and those who are not diligent, of course they deserve to be hungry.

"Uncle Dao, you are really fast at weaving bamboo baskets."

However, she had to murmur in her heart that such bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets are only worth selling for two or three copper coins. In her opinion, they are all second-rate goods.

However, seeing Xia Daoist making bamboo products, her hands couldn't help itching.

In modern times, although the Xia family was a well-known family, her mother was born in a small family, and her grandfather opened a small factory relying on a pure hand-made bamboo product craft.

So when it comes to bamboo products, especially handmade ones, she can be regarded as half-baked.

"Jiu Niang, don't laugh at Uncle Dao, how can these skills catch your eyes." Xia Dao honestly raised his head and smiled at Xia Beibei, then lowered his head and continued to work.

"Sister Jiuniang, it's very cold here, why are you here?" Xia Xiaoju put down the embroidery in her hands and stood up from the chair.

"Of course I have something to do with you." Xia Beibei looked at Xia Xiaoju.

"What's the matter?" Xia Xiaoju's eyes suddenly became bright when she heard Xia Beibei say something was wrong, and she wished she could hear something good in the next moment.

Every time Jiuniang sister finds her, it will be a good thing, so she feels that this time, it must be no exception.

"These days, I'm learning embroidery with my grandma..."

"What? Sister Jiuniang, are you learning embroidery???" Xia Xiaoju's eyes widened when she heard her words.

She and Xia Beibei also knew each other before. Although they were not as close as they are now, they could still speak a few words. How could they not know how 'powerful' Xia Beibei was before.

Now she is learning embroidery again, so she shouldn't be surprised.

"Xiaoju, what's your expression? Let me tell you, I'm doing embroidery well now, but my hands are a little slower." Xia Beibei saw her expression of "Can you really embroider flowers?" ’ expression, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

She came here to make a joke, right?

"Oh." Xia Xiaoju quickly put away her stupid appearance.

"It's like this. I have other things to do. I don't have the time to embroider that thing. I just thought that I would let you learn from grandma. This craft can't be lost in grandma's hands, right? " Xia Beibei said.

She also heard from her grandma that the reason why grandma's embroidery is so lifelike is all figured out by herself, and she has never been taught by any master.

But in order to sell her own mouth, she lied to the boss in the town, saying that she had a very powerful master, but she didn't know his name.

"What, Jiuniang, what you said is true, did you really ask Xiaoju to learn embroidery from your grandma?" Grandma Xiaoju didn't care about the paper ingots in her hand when she heard Xia Beibei's words, she stood up quickly, her face full of tears. There was a look of surprise on the face, and even the eyes were shining brightly.

In Xiajia Village, who doesn't envy Sang Jinghong's embroidery skills, if he can worship her as his teacher, even if he won't be famous in the future, he will be able to live comfortably.

Unexpectedly, such a good thing would fall on her Xiaoju's head, what a joy.

"Originally, I wanted to ask Xiaoju to go with Ziyin, but Grandma Xin, you know, me and the village chief...hehe, so I just asked Xiaoju to go alone." Xia Beibei raised her hand, grabbing it embarrassedly Scratching his head, he said with a smirk.

Everyone in the village must have guessed that she was at odds with the village chief, and she didn't hide it.

"Xiaoju, you're lucky. It's just a drop from the sky, and it just hit our Xiaoju." Aunt Ji looked at Xiaoju happily and said cheerfully.

"I also know that Aunt Ji, your embroidery skills are no worse than grandma's. I didn't dare to come here because I was afraid that Aunt Ji would dislike you..."

"Jiu Niang, what are you talking about? Can my poor embroidery skills be compared with your grandma's?" Aunt Ji interrupted Xia Beibei.

To put it bluntly, her embroidery skills are considered top-notch in Xiajia Village, but if compared with Sang Jinghong, it is a world apart, there is no comparison at all.

"Xiaoju, Xiaoju, did you hear me?" When Xia Beibei looked at Xia Xiaoju, she realized that the girl was so stupid that she yelled a few times without responding.

After a long while, Xia Xiaoju raised her hand and pinched her face hard.

"Oh, it hurts." Immediately her whole face was contorted together, but Xia Xiaoju still looked excited even though the pain was excruciating, "Mother, it's true, I can learn embroidery with Grandma Sang Go, haha, mother, I'm going to make a lot of money."