Sang Ning stared at Aunt Huang and said word by word: "What I am embroidering is grass?"
Aunt Huang was silent and pulled back the corners of her lips. This was the first time she had seen such... unique grass.
[Chu Xi embroiders flowers, Sang Ning embroiders grass, does she want to become a couple with Chu Xi?]
[I feel like Aunt Huang’s expression is not quite right. Could it be that Sang Ning’s talent in embroidery is so terrifying that it leaves Aunt Huang speechless?]
[What’s wrong with the photographer? Can you stop pointing the camera at Sang Ning’s back? I can’t even see what she is embroidering.]
Chu Xi sat on the left side of the row behind Sang Ning. She stretched her neck hard, trying to peek at what Sang Ning was embroidering.
If you can surprise Aunt Huang so much, you can't embroider better than her, right?
But Sang Ning turned sideways to talk to Aunt Huang, her back perfectly blocking her.
Damn it, why is Sang Ning so tall?
"Wow, I'm so envious of Sang Ning. She seems to be able to do very well no matter what she does. You can see that Aunt Huang won't leave after stopping at her place." Chu Xi turned her head back as she couldn't see Sang Ning's achievements.
, and Chu Wei whispered quietly to her at the back table.
Sure enough, as she expected, Chu Wei stood up as soon as she finished speaking: "Sister Xi, you are not bad at all, okay? I want to go and see what kind of flowers Sang Ning can embroider."
Chu Wei put her hands behind her back and poked her head, pretending to be nonchalant and walked forward.
When she walked in front of Sang Ning, the expression on her face froze instantly, as if she was petrified.
"Is this grass?" When Chu Wei said the last word "grass", she became excited unconsciously and almost lost her voice.
"Isn't it obvious what I embroidered?" Sang Ning glanced at Chu Wei and asked.
Even Chu Wei's reaction was so excited that Chu Xi couldn't sit still anymore and shamelessly walked over.
The curiosity of the others was also aroused, and they stood up and gathered around.
Well...it's really grass.
[I really took Sanning, this is fuck, not grass.]
[I was naive, I thought Sang Ning really embroidered a grass, but I didn’t expect that she was more simple and crude and directly embroidered the word “fuck”.]
[It’s hard to judge this embroidery work, I can only wish her success.]
After letting the guests try out the embroidery, Aunt Huang suddenly felt a little more confident.
Everyone is quite savvy, and it seems that they are expected to finish making the clothes to be worn at the sacrificial event within twenty days.
Before officially starting to learn how to sew clothes, the program team asked everyone to divide the work first, and each person was responsible for sewing clothes for which male guest.
There is no doubt that Grandma Song directly chose to sew for Song Shiye.
Although Sang Ning and Hu Zhi did not say anything, the program team also acknowledged that they would definitely sew for Sang Chuan and Sang Youming.
In the end, only the father and son of the Shen family and the Qin family were left without clothes. Except for Chu Xi who volunteered to sew clothes for Shen Yi, neither Li Sulan nor the mother and daughter of the Chu family expressed their opinions.
The staff waited for a long time, but did not wait for a reply from the remaining people. Just as they were embarrassed, Li Sulan laughed and said coldly.
"Forget about sewing clothes for yourself, you also need to sew clothes for other men. Who suggested it? Is it because you have blisters on your head? Even Chu Tian has never enjoyed this kind of treatment."
[Li Sulan’s words are reasonable. I support Li Sulan. This behavior of the program crew is really embarrassing.]
[That’s right, both Shen Yi and Qin Kai are fine. How can Dad Shen and Director Qin explain to their wives when they go back? Even if the female guests really dare to embroider, they don’t dare to wear it.]
Sang Ning glanced at Li Sulan. It was rare that this time her words did not make her want to refute.
"They do their own thing. It's not like they have no hands. They also ask us to sew their clothes and sew them a derm."
[Sister Sang, you are a female star, can you speak more civilly? You can easily provide material for Heizi.]
[It doesn’t matter, Sang Ning has enough black material to build a separate database for her, no more than this, no more than this.]
[Hahaha, but she is really heartless. The other guests are not willing to sew clothes for the male guests to avoid suspicion, but she even dislikes her own father and brother.]
The staff member paused for a moment, then said with some embarrassment: "But Teacher Sang, the male guests also have tasks to perform. They have to help the villagers build the sacrificial platform."
"It's not like the sacrificial altar has to be built 24 hours a day, so can't they spare some time to do needlework at night?" Sang Ning retorted directly.
Hu Zhi also echoed: "That's right, Sang Youming has such a big face and dares to ask me to sew clothes for him!"
The staff is in trouble, and none of them accept the arrangement. How can this be dealt with?
"But the male guests have to work with the villagers during the day and cannot spare time to learn embroidery." The staff had to try to use this reason to persuade everyone.
"You don't need to learn it. Didn't Aunt Huang just introduce it? There is a simpler embroidery method, patch embroidery. You can let them cut out a few patterns by themselves and sew on the seams, right?"
After saying that, Sang Ning turned to look at Huang Ama and asked, "Ama, am I right?"
"That's right..." But it's not too sloppy.
Patch embroidery is to cut out the shapes of flowers and various animals from the fabric, and then sew them on the clothes.
However, patch embroidery is very monotonous and can only serve as an embellishment. If the whole set of clothes has various overlocking patterns, it will not look aesthetic at all, just like wearing a fancy patchwork garment.
Aunt Huang sighed, these boys were so miserable, there was no one willing to sew clothes for them.
[Although, I kind of want to laugh, what should I do? I have already started to imagine the scene where the male guest sweats and chops down trees during the day, and picks up candles to do needlework at night. How beautiful it looks.]
[If the male guests were really allowed to sew it themselves, given the temperament of those two idiots, Sangchuan and Song Shiye, they would probably sew a bunch of Superman patches on their clothes.]
[I have a vague feeling that Sang Chuan and Song Shi will also fall in love with this activity. Can they sew the jersey by themselves? Don’t they like this kind of DIY game the most?]
At the other end, deep in the dense bamboo forest, the male guests were chopping bamboo with the villagers.
In the Song Dynasty, he also used a saw to cut down a fifteen-meter-high bamboo. It was difficult to get it out alone, so he asked Sang Chuan to come and carry it with him.
The bamboo is very heavy, it is estimated to weigh about 20 kilograms. When the two of them were lifting it, they both stood closer to the front of the bamboo.
Just a few steps after carrying it out, due to the imbalance of force, the end of the bamboo was pressed down toward the ground.
Sang Chuan and Song Shi also wanted to remedy the situation, but it was too late. They could only watch the bamboo draw an arc in the air.
What was even more unfortunate was that Director Qin was also carrying bamboo and was walking towards the two of them with his back to them.
Just when the back end of the bamboo fell to the ground and the front part drew an arc in the air, his butt just came up.
The sharp cut of the bamboo hooked Director Qin's pants, and then there was a tear, and the pants were torn, and a pair of red and white floral underwear was vaguely exposed.
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The monster is here again. I haven’t opened the background message for a long time. Today I saw that there are still babies insisting on voting for me. National-level protected waste babies, Xie Shuzhi babies, bone-eating babies, who said women are not as good as boys?
There are other babies whose names are not listed but I often see you voting.
I'm so touched. There are still people who are continuing to follow the article, but I feel very sorry for you. I myself feel that after the number of words increases, the plot begins to become weak and the characters are not very stable. I am very distressed. Firstly, the writing power is really not enough; secondly,
I don’t have the talent of other new authors. If I can’t write good plots, I will feel ashamed of my beloved who keeps reading.
But I can assure you that even if it has more than 300,000 words, I will take every chapter seriously and have no superficial ideas. (If you feel that it is superficial, then it must be a problem of my ability, not my attitude.) This article is expected to
I will write until the end of the book. I hope that the babies who are still chasing the article can accompany me to the end.
Although we don’t know each other, you are the light that pulled me out when I fell into the anxiety and guilt of writing articles~