Old Yuan placed a bowl of porridge on the window sill and turned around to tell Song Qiu to eat quickly.
After everyone finished eating, Mrs. Yuan looked at her granddaughter for a long time and gave her a little slap in the head with her raised hand.
"Don't do this again next time."
Song Qiu nodded like a fool, "Nai, it's Ah Qiu's fault that I made you worry today. Ah Qiu will never do it again next time. I will definitely go home on time so that I won't worry you."
"Okay, go wash up and go to sleep. You have been tired for a long day."
Mrs. Yuan has no habit of beating or scolding her children. Besides, she used to be a Fusheng, but now she is just an Aqiu. She is very weak. How can she be willing to beat and scold her.
I can only handle it gently. Fortunately, the child is fine.
…
The sky is obviously full of stars and the moon is crescent, making the night extremely beautiful.
But in the middle of the night, the wind suddenly came strong and the rainstorm came suddenly, which caught people off guard.
Many people in Songshan Village who were sleeping were awakened by the sudden heavy rain.
In the village chief's house, in the room on the right side of the upper room, Mr. Tang opened his deep but somewhat gray eyes, listening to the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the tiles, and murmured quietly.
"The sky changes in the middle of the night, and a heavy rain suddenly comes. This peaceful world will be thrown into chaos..."
At the same moment, the old lady Mo in the upper room of the Huang family at the end of the village turned over and sat up, also murmuring.
The two old men, half a village apart, looked out the window at the dark and rainy night, and did not fall asleep again for the rest of the night.
It was still dark, and the rain was still heavy, but old lady Mo jumped out of the window, submerged into the rain curtain, and went straight up Songshan Mountain. The speed was amazing, and she didn't look like an elderly person with limited mobility.
That way, it's obvious that he possesses extraordinary abilities.
…
Song Qiu was so noisy by the sound of the rainstorm that he didn't sleep well. The sky was bright and the rainstorm had just stopped and was replaced by a gentle drizzle, which continued like a boiling frog in warm water, but it was not too severe.
Today we promised to build a thatched shed but it was not possible. Fortunately, I was not lazy yesterday and piled all the thatched grass into the woodshed. It rained heavily and it got wet, but it was okay.
Song Qiu wore a raincoat and looked at the animals one by one. Seeing that everyone was fine and okay, he went back to talk to old Yuan who was sitting under the eaves.
With the rain falling, I can't go anywhere, I have only this kind of entertainment.
"I'm going to cut out the materials I bought last time and make clothes. It happens to be raining today and there's nothing to do. You follow me and learn to make clothes together."
When Song Qiu heard this, he felt bitter in his heart and asked to make clothes?
She doesn't know how to do this.
Fortunately, Song Qiu in his memory was not good at needlework and could not make clothes, so Song Qiu was able to hold on, "Miscellaneous, I don't know how to do it. How about I go to work? There seems to be something in the pigpen."
There is a lot of pig manure, and the toilet should be cleaned..."
As he said that, he was about to get up and go.
Old Yuan grabbed her and said: "I have nothing to do now, so just learn. If you can't do it well, you have to sew a piece of clothing. Otherwise, you will have to buy clothes to wear in the future, right?"
Look at which house’s women don’t take care of these clothes, shoes and socks? It’s impossible.”
"The breasts can't be made well, they don't look fancy, but they can be worn on the body."
Besides, the clothes farmers wear when doing work are not particular about patterns.
Song Qiu felt miserable and had no choice but to sit back and said, "What do you want me to do, I'll do it with you."
When I was a child in my previous life, there was also a sewing box at home. Grandma used it to mend clothes and other things when she had nothing to do. At that time, it was also popular to embroider shoe soles and other things, and there were many kinds of tricks.
It's a pity that she saw others playing with needles, and she used the needle to sew the holes in her pants, but she could only sew out a piece of centipede. It was blocked, but it was a mess when she put it on.
Yes, it doesn’t look good.
Later, she won't take the needle.
It had been a long time since I had touched this embroidery needle, and now that I was holding it in my hand, and listening to the babble from her breast, Song Qiu felt that it would be better to let her hold a big banquet, any number of ten or twenty tables would be fine.
"You learned almost the same thing last time when I asked you to practice sewing socks. Now you will help me sew the pants. If you wear them underneath, no one else can see whether the stitches are good or not."
"Oh." Song Qiu responded, took the roughly formed pair of trousers handed over by her and just waiting for hemming, figured out the clues, and started to try to sew them.
The clothes you wear on the upper body should be comfortable and of thread-thin cloth, but now you are wearing trousers. There is a skirt on the outside and shorts on the inside, so it doesn't matter, as long as they are sewn shut.
Old Yuan thought very simply, but she inadvertently wiped the needle on her hair. When she raised her head, she saw a pattern being sewn in Song Qiu's hand, and couldn't help but blink her eyes.
"Aqiu, why are you sewing centipede worms on your pants? It doesn't look good either."
Song Qiu:......
"This is not a centipede, this is my lock."
Old Yuan was stunned, "You can still sew socks, but how can you sew pants like this?"
She said as she took the pants from Song Qiu's hand and looked at them carefully. They were really well hemmed, but they were also locked in a pattern.
"You're not doing the right thing with the needle. You should go in. Why don't you come back from the needle and go outside? It's obvious that you haven't taken the needle for a long time and you forgot about it. It seems like you still have to touch it every day."
"
Didn't the seams all stick out to the top?
"This doesn't work, it doesn't look good when you put it on." Old Yuan shook his head, picked out the thread with a needle, and took apart the centipede in a few strokes.
"Re-sew, Ah Qiu, just watch and I will teach you."
Song Qiu: "..." She really can't learn it, and she doesn't like it either.
She just likes to make food, do business, and make money. Although it is vulgar, she likes it.
well.
Song Qiu sighed softly. Seeing how her mother was teaching her carefully, she had no choice but to cheer up and watch carefully.
Here, one teacher was watching one after another. In the drizzle of rain, a person wearing a raincoat walked up the gentle slope and entered the Zhang family yard first.
"Is Mr. Zhang Yang here? And Lihua, my grandpa asked me to call you over."
But it was Tang Mingde, the village chief's son.
Zhang Lao Dou and Lao Deng, who were staying in the upper room with nothing to do on a rainy day, were also startled when they heard Mr. Tang suddenly calling.
The good-hearted Zhang Hugua poked his head out of the side room on the left, "Brother Mingde, this is great. What did the old village chief ask these two little kids to do?"
As the next successor to the village head of Songshan Village, Tang Mingde is a very serious person who is unsmiling in daily life. Hearing this, he only said: "You will know when you get there. If they are here, let them out quickly."
At this time, Zhang Yang, who was listening to the commotion in the house, also came out, while Zhang Lihua was making pig food in the backyard. The fat pigs were hungry fast and started barking happily early in the morning.
He came out as soon as he shouted.
When Tang Mingde saw that both of them had arrived, he walked to the Song family yard and looked at Song Qiu sitting on the eaves steps, "There is Aqiu, you come too."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
As I have seen before, I have changed the age of Mr. Tang, who should be eighty years old, and that of Mrs. Mo, who is also eighty-three.