In addition to more than a dozen bolts of linen in the cloth shop, there are also more than a dozen bolts of burlap.
Burlap is too rough, so it is usually used to make mourning clothes or sacks. The owner of the cloth shop is probably in a hurry to get rid of the cloth in his hands. When I prayed for good health and bought the linen, the boss even sold the burlap half and half gave it away. It was so pure.
No matter how pure the price is, a lot of needles and threads are given away for free.
Qi Kangan thought, it just so happened that they had nothing at the moment, and the sacks were in short supply. They had needles and threads, so they could make half-finished clothes.
It would be foolish not to take advantage of it.
Burlap has another use: burlap is rough but durable and strong. If you don’t have a rope, you can roll the burlap into strips, fold them in half and hide the thread ends, and then rub two or three strips together to make a very durable hemp rope.
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Qi Kang'an also bought a lot of earthen jars, large and small, to prevent water shortage. They had ignored the importance of water when they left the village, and now they have a better memory.
Earthen jars are easy to break. Put a layer of hemp rope on the outside. If there is no hemp rope, you can twist reeds on the roadside into straw ropes. This can greatly reduce the risk of the jars colliding with each other or falling to the ground.
the losses caused.
The women couldn't stop sewing, the old men and men who didn't use pushcarts, and even the children couldn't stop kneading.
Almost everyone in the team was busy, so the younger children had nothing to worry about as long as they had food and drink.
San Lang, who knows how to share and loves to share, is holding a lotus leaf bag to share with his friends.
He pursed his lips and nervously opened the lotus leaf bag bit by bit. Several children who were influenced by him also stared at the lotus leaves in his hand with caution.
When I looked at it, I felt a bit like Sanyang was breaking a mine.
The lotus leaves were opened, revealing six snow-white square pastries stacked on top of each other, each one as big as the palm of San Lang's hand.
"Wow~" All the children suddenly felt their mouths watering, and several couldn't help but cooed several times.
Even San Lang himself swallowed quietly.
"The man who sells our grain gave this to my sister, and my sister gave it to me. I specially gave it to you to try. It is a good thing that we have never tasted in our lives. My sister said it is called snowflake cake.
I heard that even if you have money, you can’t buy it, and all the high officials eat it.”
I couldn't help but take a whiff first. It was fragrant and had a sweet aroma.
The children didn't pay attention to what he said, and there were only patches of snow-white in their eyes and hearts. One child cried out loudly and asked, "Uncle Man, does it smell good?"
"It smells so good. There are one, two, three,,,, exactly six of us here. Let's get one piece each."
"Okay, thank you Uncle Man."
"Thank you, Grandpa Man."
The ice cream is soft and bouncy, like snow-white custard, but when you hold it in your hand, it's quite hard and you don't know what it's made of.
The children all waited with their hands open, and the three pieces were distributed to everyone, keeping one piece for themselves.
I’ve never seen food like this before, it’s so rare, just looking at it I think it’s delicious.
Sanlang cherished it and took a small bite, and the children followed suit and took a small bite.
Suddenly everyone's eyes lit up,
too delicious.
They all pursed their lips and chewed it carefully until it melted before swallowing it. They looked at each other with joy in their eyes.
The fun among children is so simple.
Mrs. Tian heard the children's laughter and looked back. When she saw the group of children not far behind their house, her eyes smiled unconsciously.
Yan's mother has been walking with Mrs. Tian since she walked together. She also looked back and smiled.
It's really fate that they have the same temperament. It's not that they have similar temperaments, but they have similar outlooks.
There seemed to be endless things to say. After only walking for such a long time, the two of them felt as if they were reunited after being separated for many years.
Yan's mother gave Mrs. Tian a thumbs up: "I was looking at the cakes San Lang asked Bao'er for. At first I thought San Lang was hungry. Sister, you taught me well."
She recognized that pastry. It was unique to Pang Yuan's family. It was an exclusive snack from Mrs. Pang's natal family. Gui'an would occasionally bring some back to satisfy Xiao Xiao's craving.
"This kid San Lang's fingers are too big. He was taught a lot and his father even beat him, but he couldn't change it." Mrs. Tian was also helpless.
Yan's mother smiled and said: "Sister, it's not me, but I think it's okay. My little one is like this sometimes. Whenever there is food, she will take it out.
I was also angry at first, because everyone’s family has a hard time.
But one time, Xiaoxiao fell down outside. I was working at Pang Yuan's house at that time, and Xiaoxiao's father was working in the government office. Those children were stunned and carried me on their backs.
Went to the hospital.
After that, I never cared about Xiaoxiao again.
I think this way, it's not a big deal to eat something or use something. As long as there is one child who is sincere to my Xiaoxiao and can help me in this critical moment, then it will be worth it.
If you have that kind of glare, you are teaching your children a lesson."
When Mrs. Tian thought about it, it really made sense.
Moreover, San Lang is not that ignorant person. When all the things were blown away by the wind, among the families who could only eat grass were the children of San Lang who usually played well. San Lang did not take out the steamed buns at home.
Too much.
He knows when to share and when not to.
"Old girl, you are right. I won't scold him, as long as he doesn't lose his sense of proportion."
Yan's mother kept busy with her work. She smiled and rolled her eyes, "Are you trying to be jealous of me? Your children are all smart and can't be lost."
It's not like her Xiaoxiao family, who is just a stick in the face.
Yan's mother didn't have to sew these things at all. She took the initiative to ask Mrs. Tian for needles, thread and cloth to help Lao Qi's family sew, and only for Lao Qi's family.
Her son told her last night that among this group of people, the most worthy of close friendship is the Lao Qi family. Whether they are rich or not is secondary. The important thing is that they are kind and affectionate.
Who can say for sure about the future of a person? Today he is a beggar. Maybe tomorrow he will be a marquis or a general. We have to go together as if we have exchanged lives. We have to look beyond those superficial things. Who is this person?
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It was already close to noon, and the scorching sun was shining down on the earth. It was not too hot, but there was a hint of coolness in the breeze.
Qi Kang'an shouted back, "I'm resting where I am."
Now that they have already practiced it, as soon as Qi Kangan finished speaking, another man from a few doors away immediately followed up and shouted: "Rest where you are."
Then another man from a few doors down passed the message, and in the blink of an eye, the entire team received the signal to rest where they were.
There are ready-made dry foods, so there is no need to cook in the pot.
It took another half day of walking on legs, and the men pushing the carts were still so tired that they sat and lay down as soon as they stopped.
However, the women basically did not stop working. They even sat down to rest and were still threading the needle.
Qi Kang'an walked up to old man Qi who had dismounted and was about to hug Qi Bao'er, "Dad, I feel like the weather is not right. Isn't it saying that there is a drought in the whole city?"