The General’s Little Peasant Wife

That is three hundred and two, not three or two, and Ning Mengyao embroidered a pair of screens is only one and a half months, think about this craft is to make more money.

The younger sister is also herself. Before she had six sets of hijabs, she sold five or sixty-two. This was something they didn't even think about before.

Five or sixty two are enough for their years of spending.

When Yang listened to his son and daughter, he thought it was very reasonable. He suddenly smiled: "I also know that Lele has never been out of the door, and some are worried."

"You are just arrogant." Yang Zhu looked at Yang's eyes and got up and went out.

After Yang Lele got the consent of his family, he followed Qingzhu and went to Ning Mengyao.

The three secretly came to Los Angeles, which is less than three hundred miles from the capital.

There is a large embroidered field in a house that looks like an ordinary house. There are many embroidered mothers in it, and their embroidery work is very good.

Yang Lele stopped at the side of the embroidered mother, and looked carefully while not disturbing them. They found that their needles were very familiar. They looked up at Ning Mengyao and looked at it. It seems that this is what she taught.

Ning Mengyao's master and servant stood on the side and looked at Yang Lele until she came over and the three talents left.

When I came to the study, Qingzhu looked at Yang Lele with a serious expression: "Although you said that you are a friend with Miss, there are not many procedures."

"I know." Yang Lele nodded, Yaoyao had the heart to help her, how could she give Yaoyao a hind leg?

Qingzhu took out an ordinary white cotton cloth, and gave her some silk thread: "These are for you, three days, handing over a pair of embroidered designs."

"Three days?" Yang Lele was dumbfounded, and she was worried that she could not finish it in three days.

"The size is OK." Qingzhu said coldly.

Yang Lele bit his teeth: "Good."

Qingzhu nodded with satisfaction and took Yang Lele to arrange her room. After the two left, Ning Mengya looked up at the books on the table, and looked serious. After serious, she was indifferent.

There is also a thing in the middle of these books, which is a piece of information about the capital.

It turned out that after she left, Lingluo had never given up looking for her, but after she left, Lingluo had smashed Xiao Zifu, the county owner of Xiao Wangfu, in less than two months after she left.

This news made Ning Mengyao brow wrinkle, then went to the side of the candlestick, put the information on the candlelight, watching the paper slowly disappear in front of his eyes, the eyes are full of irony.

There is already a beautiful girl around, but I still want to find myself. What do you think of yourself as Lingluo? What did you take me for?

During the three days, Ning Mengyao handled a lot of things, and Qingzhu raised some questions about the embroidered village.

In a twinkling of an eye, three days passed away. On the morning of the fourth day, Yang Lele was tired and went to their study.

Ning Mengyao looked at it with some worry, and then saw that although she was exhausted, her eyes were sparkling, and her heart was relieved.

Yang Lele took out a pair of head-sized embroidery.

Green bamboo took it and looked carefully. There are some landscapes above, trees and flowers and birds. Very ordinary embroidery is better than color matching, and the position is matched.

The original simple object, which was turned by Yang Lele, was completely upgraded, and her embroidery was not low.

"Miss..."

Ning Mengyao took a look at it. If the perfect score is one hundred percent, Yang Lele’s embroidery can hit seven or seven.

This is already the highest evaluation of the couple.

Yang Lele looked at the two people a little embarrassed: "Is Yaoyao not good?" The expressions of the two are so serious, she really worried that she could not.

Ning Mengyao looked at Yang Lele, who was sweating all the time, and didn’t bother her: "Well, although it is still young, it is not bad."

"Really? Then, am I going through the customs?" Yang Lele looked at the two eyes, and there was such a little puppy like a host.

Ning Mengyao and Qingzhu looked at each other with a smile in their eyes.

Finally, Yang Lele was really worried that Qingzhu looked at Yang Lele’s expression seriously: “Through the customs.”