Village Girl Struggle

The carriage gradually walked away and disappeared, and the street recovered to its original scene. Jiang Ying picked up the snack bag she had fallen on the ground. Fortunately, only half of the red date cake fell out, and there was still a piece of mung bean cake inside. .

Jiang Ying looked up, only to realize that he was able to walk because he was thinking about things straight away, and the sewing shop and cloth shop were left behind.

Jiang Ying scratched his head, thinking that he should pay attention to his own distraction. Fortunately, the Yun family coachman is not extremely vicious, otherwise his life might be lost inexplicably.

Jiang Ying turned back and walked a few hundred steps, and went to the sewing shop. This sewing shop is not big, about two rooms. When entering is a counter, there are various kinds of goods on the inside. Looking at the finished embroidery, two people greeted the guests behind the counter. On the needlework side was a daughter-in-law of 30, and on the other side was a 50-something old woman.

This is the first time I saw a woman in the shop as a man. Jiang Ying saw that most of the shoppers were female customers. He knew what was going on, but he was contemptuous of it. Isn’t the only skill that women are good at? Are these?

With most of the women in the country trapped in the backyard, it's no wonder that this extraordinary Zhaochao can't compare to Huanhua Country in everything!

"What will the little girl buy?"

The daughter-in-law's black face, small eyes and thick lips, looks very ordinary, but her smile is very kind.

Jiang Ying’s previous life* is so extensive, but she has no interest in needlework. He is still the same when he comes to another world. The clothes he wears are all work clothes issued by Zhao Fu. Unlike other girls, Chengri holds a needle and thread basket to practice acupuncture. As soon as I have the fabric or old clothes that I appreciate, I hurried to get myself suitable new clothes to wear.

She saw that the girls and wives in the house are so hot* needlework, thinking that Jiang Dani would also like it, which can be seen from the tightly stitched shoes and baggage.

The big girl in Zhao Xi’s courtyard, Li Hong, has a complete set of needle and thread tools, needles of various lengths and thicknesses in a wooden box, and a shiny brass thimble with a ring, small and * half a palm-sized circle Scissors, five large and small embroidered bamboo braces, bunches of colored silk threads, and small awl for soles, etc...

This set of things, let the little girl next to look at it, all jealous with envy, many girls save two or three months of monthly money because they can buy such a complete set of needlework guys.

Jiang Ying said all the things he remembered. The daughter-in-law who sold the goods was the little girl who was just here to buy a needle or pick a bunch of threads for the grown-ups in the family. He didn't expect that the little girl would ask for it all at once. With so much, he smiled and took the sewing box and various small tools, and Ren Jiang Ying picked it up.

Jiang Ying picked it up carefully. The old lady on the embroidery side sent away the customer who was picking embroidery, and sighed. , I left without buying anything."

The daughter-in-law of the seller responded casually, "Mother is worried, when the child's father comes back tonight, I will tell him, let me ask the talented person to help draw some embroidery patterns."

The old woman had her mouth open. Seeing that there were no other people in the shop except for the little girl Jiang Ying, she whispered and complained, "Although the talented person can draw a single stroke, but the shelf is held up high, saying what kind of painting is vulgar. The elegance of a scholar, ah, ah, he is not too vulgar with the meat that Huzi sent over. Sometimes the patterns drawn can’t be used, hey, who embroidered a one-legged crow on the embroidery, and rolled his eyes. Yes? I don’t dare to say anything because I’m afraid that it will make people unhappy, so we still have to pay the money for embroidery..."

Jiang Ying's heart moved when he heard it, and when he had picked up the big gift bag of sewing tools and waited for the wife to settle the account, he walked over to the embroidery. Those embroidery had large and small pieces, all leaning against the wall. When it was placed, it was a dazzling array at a glance, but when I took a closer look, it was all magpies climbing branches, plum, orchid, lotus, and chrysanthemum. Although there were many varieties, they all seemed to come out of a routine. It was indeed a bit monotonous.

The old woman saw Jiang Ying looking seriously, her old face smiled like a flower, "Little girl, just tell me which one you are interested in, you will only pick these things, and if you buy embroidery, the price will be lower for you. Okay?"

Jiang Ying also smiled slightly, "Mother-in-law, do you collect new embroidery patterns here?"

The old woman was stunned for a while, "Come to collect, but you must collect the ones that are not available at home, and you have to paint better."

This little girl asked like this, is there someone in the family who knows how to draw embroidery?

Jiang Ying rolled his eyes, "I don't know what the price of an embroidery pattern is? If it's good, I'll go back and let my father draw it, and get the money to buy me a snack."

Talking to make a naive and greedy girl.

The two people in the shop both laughed. The old woman smiled and took a look and showed it to Jiang Ying, "No, it's like this, ten dollars a piece."

Jiang Ying saw that the lotus water drawing was only the size of a book. There were three lotus flowers, five lotus leaves and a frog on it. The composition was very simple. He thought that such a king could not be captured by his hand?

Jiang Ying nodded, "Thank you for your mother-in-law's advice, I wrote it down. I'll ask my father to try it when I go back."

In fact, the old woman didn't hold much hope. There are fewer students studying these years, and fewer people can paint. There are even fewer people who are willing to put down their body and paint this worthless embroidery.

The daughter-in-law over there has already calculated the price, a total of one hundred and twelve dollars.

Jiang Ying took out the purse to pay. The old woman could see clearly and saw that there was at least half in the purse. She couldn't help but stunned herself. This little girl probably has a good family background, and her parents are spoiled, otherwise a teenage girl How can you spend so much money on the street?

Jiang Ying put the big gift bag of needle and thread tools in his bag and carried it on his back, thinking that there were still more than one hundred and fifty essays, and he should still be able to buy a piece of cloth. She had never worried about money in her previous life. Although she was poor in this life, she didn't care about these months of money because Zhao's mansion had food and housing.

The cloth shop is next door, which is twice the size of the sewing shop. The fabrics of various colors are arranged side by side on the counter. There are many patterns, but most of them are cotton and coarse cloths commonly worn by ordinary people. A small amount is cheap. Burlap and more expensive silk.

Jiang Ying recalled the dress of Lady Jiang. Although she looked at the water-red and pink cotton cloth, she picked up the humble blue cloth and pulled a few feet of white cloth. This can spend all the money for the month. There must be only ten texts.

This little bag was full of dangling, Jiang Ying was carrying the weight on his back, feeling the weight, feeling happy in his heart.

Sister Jiang should be happy to see these gifts, right? Well, with the tools at hand, I might make more pairs of shoes for me in the future.