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Chapter 151: Lonely Man and Widow?

Qiao Mingjin and Zhou Yanqing were walking and talking, and did not notice Sun's passing figure.

The two pushed open the door and entered the yard, and saw Ming Qi directing Zhou Yanqing's servant Shitou to pick and wash vegetables by the well.

"Sister, Brother Zhou." Ming Qi raised her head and greeted the two of them.

Zhou Yanqing smiled and nodded towards Ming Qi.

Then he said to his servant: "You have to wash yourself well. If I break a tooth, I won't take care of you!"

The stone raised its red-washed hands and said aggrievedly: "Sir, which dish has the stone not been washed two or three times?"

Qiao Mingjin looked at his hand and smiled.

Fortunately, it wasn't too cold today, and the water from the well was warm, so it wasn't too freezing.

"Where's Wan'er?" Qiao Mingjin asked.

Mingqi pursed her lips in the direction of the wing.

Zhou Yanqing seemed to have just realized that he hadn't seen Wan'er today. Normally, when he heard about his visit, he would get bored with him for a while.

"This child is so good today. Is he playing alone in the wing?"

Qiao Mingjin didn't answer him. She walked to the door of the wing and opened the closed door.

I saw the father and daughter lying on the bed together, sleeping soundly under the quilt.

Yue Zhongyao's face is no longer flushed like it was in the morning. His breathing sounds much more normal, and it seems that nothing serious is wrong. He is strong, so there is no big problem, so he probably doesn't need to call a doctor.

Zhou Yanqing followed Qiao Mingjin and naturally saw this scene.

He didn't say anything, he just raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Mingjin didn't wake her daughter up. She carefully closed the door again and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhou Yanqing naturally followed into the kitchen.

Qiao Mingjin glanced at him: "Are you here to help me light the fire?"

"Why not? It happens to be warm in the kitchen."

"Didn't you say that a gentleman lives far away from the kitchen?"

"Don't you, a gentleman, want to stop eating? I'm not the kind of person who doesn't want to eat the fireworks of the world."

Qiao Mingjin smiled.

Seeing that some of the dishes Ming Qi had washed had been put in the kitchen, I had a rough idea of ​​what to cook.

Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves and get ready, she realized that Zhou Yanqing was also there. The guy was pulling up a small stool and sitting on the stove, staring at her.

Qiao Mingjin had no choice but to put down the sleeves she was about to roll up.

He walked to the wall and took a pair of sleeves from the hook above, put them on the sleeves, and then pulled the upper and lower straps. The top and bottom were tied tightly.

"This thing is not bad. It is really convenient for the masters in the workshop to wear these sleeves. Even the women and girls who work hard in our house and those who work in the kitchen now all have one. What are you thinking?

Came out?"

Would Qiao Mingjin tell him that this thing would be commonplace in later generations?

She didn't think of this thing specifically for the masters in the workshop, nor was it specially prepared for cooking.

But some time ago, she watched Wan'er take Yunluan and the children in the village to play outside. Every time she came home after playing, both sleeves of her newly made cotton-padded jacket were stained.

Although it has been changed to have narrow sleeves, it is not like the wide sleeves where as soon as you squat on the ground, it will be like a big broom, making the sleeves black and gray.

But even if she made all her daughter's cotton-padded jackets with narrow sleeves, the child would play outside all day and the sleeves would be stained black.

Except for Qiao Mingjin, no one thinks about taking a shower and changing clothes every day these days. What's more, the weather is getting colder now.

Cousin-in-law He couldn't help but get angry every time she saw Yun Luan's dirty cuffs. She would carry Xiao Yun Luan over and give her a few slaps on the butt.

The cotton-padded jacket is stuffed with cotton, so it doesn't have to be washed every day like regular clothes. Moreover, if it is washed too much, the cotton-padded clothes will no longer be warm. And how can Mr. He find the time to wash Xiao Yunluan's cotton-padded clothes every day?

Qiao Mingjin also had a headache.

Later, she remembered the down jackets that her nephews wore in the past.

That down jacket needs to be dry cleaned. Children often don't pay attention when they are having fun, and the cuffs are very dirty. You can't take your down jacket for dry cleaning every day. It costs money and trouble.

So several cousins-in-law put on sleeves for some nephews. When they got home, they just washed the dirty sleeves and put on new ones the next day. It was very easy to change and wash.

So Qiao Mingjin took He and made several pairs of sleeves, all the way to the elbows.

Since there are no rubber bands, elastic bands or other things, I used thin wire to make a pull-out style, pull it out and then fix it with a button.

In this way, the cotton clothes would be clean and no longer needed to be changed and washed every day. She would no longer have to control the two children to play in the mud.

Within two days, people in the village saw it and followed suit.

Even though the water supply in Xiahe Village is convenient and there is a well, no one wants to wash clothes every day in the middle of winter.

With sleeves, it's a good thing. Not only children, but also girls and sisters-in-law in the village, men, women, old and young, as long as they do work, everyone must have a pair on hand.

For this reason, many people even brought home-grown vegetables to thank Qiao Mingjin.

Later, Qiao Mingjin and Mingqi He helped the masters in the workshop to make one by hand.

Later, after receiving praise from the masters, I felt that this thing was really convenient.

So Qiao Mingjin made several pairs of samples using floral cloth and plain cloth, and divided them into men's and women's styles, adult styles and children's styles, long and short styles, and asked Yun Jin to take them to Yao's grocery store.

When Yao Ping received the goods, he bought the cloth that day and asked his two sisters-in-law to take his mother to make a large batch and sell them in the grocery store.

Business is great!

Most of the people who bought them bought several pairs. Every adult, child and male in the family had one pair each, and some people bought two or three replacement pairs.

The Yao family's father and son couldn't help but be happy.

Then I bought rags and defective fabrics from fabric shops at low prices, and hurriedly made a batch of low-cost sleeves and shipped them to other places and the countryside for sale.

Because the cost is low and there are no farmers, people can save a few copper coins by buying their own cloth, so even in rural areas, the business is very good.

Only a few days later, when Yao Ping came to the village to sell goods again, he reported the good news to Qiao Mingjin, saying that the business in the store was booming again.

After Zhou Yanqing took a few pairs back to his mansion, everyone in his mansion followed suit.

Nowadays, ladies and ladies in big houses mostly wear clothes with wide sleeves. Whether they are playing the piano, doing needlework, painting or writing big letters, the wide sleeves are extremely inconvenient. With sleeves, you only need to put on one set.

Much more convenient.

The old lady of Zhou Mansion was so happy that she rewarded Qiao Mingjin with two pieces of Songjiang cotton...

At this time, Zhou Yanqing was sitting at the stove and asked her how she came up with the sleeves. She could only answer that she was inspired by watching her daughter dirty her clothes while playing, and she was too lazy to do the laundry.

"You're good, you get some inspiration from time to time. The parents of other children never thought of that."

"Do you want to praise me for being smart?"

"Yes, yes. Otherwise, how about I find someone with a weak brain to cooperate? It's not like I have a lot of money to spend."

At this time, Qiao Mingjin was putting on an apron she had made specifically for vegetables, and it was wrapped forward from top to bottom like half a piece of clothing.

While tying the belt back, she looked at him: "Do you know what you look like right now?"

Zhou Yanqing glanced at herself a few times: "What does it look like?"

A young master from a wealthy family, dressed in silk clothes with gold and jade, was sitting in front of the stove in the kitchen of a farmer's house in the countryside. It seemed inconsistent.

"You'd better sit in the main room. Otherwise, your clothes will be dirty in a while."

"Are you afraid that I don't have any clothes to change?" Mr. Saturday glanced at Qiao Mingjin casually.

"I didn't know that the carriage would be equipped with clothes, shoes and socks as soon as you go out. It's just that you are alone..."

"Are you afraid?" Zhou Yanqing asked, staring at Qiao Mingjin.

Qiao Mingjin glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhou Yanqing looked at the woman in front of him, who was wearing ordinary fine cotton clothes. Although he gave her a lot of silk, he had never seen this woman make silk clothes for him.

There were only two silver hairpins inserted into her head, and she had never seen the gold hairpin he gave her wearing.

At this time, he was still wearing a nondescript half-scarf.

But it didn't make him feel vulgar. Every move he made was natural and made him feel friendly.

"It's broad daylight, and there are people in the courtyard. There are only men and women alone. Besides, who is the man alone and who is the woman?"

After Zhou Yanqing finished speaking, he saw the eyes of the woman in front of him darken, and he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He never asked her about her man. He only knew that she would divorce him a year after she moved out.

Just why did that man sleep in the wing of her house just now? Did he sleep here last night?

"No. When he came this morning, I saw that he was a little cold, so I cooked him a bowl of ginger soup and went to the workshop. I think he fell asleep because he was not feeling well."

Zhou Yanqing bit his tongue. Why couldn't he help himself and asked?

"Then. How many days will he come back this time?"

"I didn't ask."

Zhou Yanqing felt that she was a bit too talkative today.

He glanced at Qiao Mingjin, and saw that the woman in front of him was calm and showed no signs of any emotional fluctuations. When it came to her man, he was like water from an ancient well.

He hurriedly moved the stool towards the stove: "Shall I help you light the fire? What are you going to make delicious today?"

"Can you make a fire?"

"It's a joke. I don't know how to make a fire?"

After saying that, he picked up the two flints in front of the stove and started a fire with a "crack".

There were only a few sparks, but they never lit up the pine hairs in front of the stove.

Seeing him in a hurry, Qiao Mingjin hurriedly stepped forward to take his flint and help him light up the pine hair.

Then he used an iron clamp to clamp the lighted pine hair under the thick firewood in his belly, and the firewood started to burn.

Zhou Yanqing looked at the fire dancing in the stove and suddenly felt warm.

Qiao Mingjin saw that there were short ribs today and decided to make crispy short ribs.

Pour oil into the pan and prepare to fry the short ribs first.

Now that life is getting better, she is no longer willing to cook these oil-consuming dishes.

"Stay away, be careful of oil splashing on you. I'm not responsible for washing clothes."

"Then you need to wash it."

But even as he said that, Saturday Master also stood up from the stool and took two steps back.

Qiao Mingjin controlled the water and poured the marinated short ribs into the pot, and the oily spots splashed out.

She stepped back, but unexpectedly stepped on her skirt, causing her whole body to fall back.

Zhou Yanqing had a sharp eye and quick hands. He moved forward and grabbed her waist...

Yue Zhongyao held on to the kitchen doorframe and felt a sting of pain...

He only felt more and more top-heavy, and his whole body was light and fluttery, as if he was about to be blown away by the cold wind... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.

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ps: Sorry guys, I was so tired yesterday. I fell asleep when I came back around one o'clock in the afternoon. I slept until early in the morning and got up when I was hungry. I will make up for it today. I'm sorry.


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