After the quilt was dried, Zhang Cuifang moved a small Eight Immortals table outside the house, shoveled the snow from the ground, placed it on the table, and then began to clean the table.
Seeing this enthusiasm, Ling Xiaowei couldn't help but want to work.
The weather is so good today, why not tidy up the room on the west side? After the New Year, she will live in the room on the west side.
"Dad, I'm going to clean up the west room." Ling Xiaowei closed the notebook and said to Ling Guoqiang.
The west room used to be the place where Ling Guoqiang made clothes. There were a lot of waste materials, needles and threads, and more importantly, a sewing machine. Ling Xiaowei wanted to clean them all out.
"What's there to clean up in the room? Don't worry about it." Ling Guoqiang didn't want to see those things. He wasted them. Those things were useless to him. Seeing them would only increase his sadness.
"Dad, I want to clean up. When spring comes, I want to have my own room. I have grown up!" Ling Xiaowei said with a raised face.
Looking like a kid, Ling Guoqiang couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, you can clean it up!"
The door to the west room was locked, and the two panes of glass on the door were covered with cloth. As soon as Ling Xiaowei opened the door, a musty smell and dust hit her face.
The west room is not as bright as the east room because the windows are small, and the windows are dirty, gray, and have a lot of spider silk.
If it is cleaned, the room will be much brighter! Then put a desk by the window and put a clean tablecloth on the desk. From now on, I will learn to write in front of this desk. I feel happy just thinking about it.
Inside the house, there are piles of messy things, including benches, wooden boards, and rattan baskets. In the baskets are scraps of cloth and some messy wool. Although they are discarded things, these things are very important to Ling Xiaowei.
Say, it's like a treasure.
They are all waste that can be reused.
There was also a pile of clothes in the corner. Ling Xiaowei looked through the clothes and found that they were adults' clothes and women's clothes. Although they were all cyan or navy blue, the styles were simple double-breasted jackets and some trousers.
Do these clothes belong to my mother?
Judging by the size of these clothes, they must be my mother’s.
Ling Xiaowei has never seen this mother, and there is not even a photo in her home. Although she abandoned this family and abandoned her, no matter what, she was the one who brought her into this world. She does not hate her, nor does she hate her.
It’s not that I miss you very much, I just want to see you once. Think of it as a wish!
She never saw her biological mother in her previous life until she died, and she didn't know if she would have the chance to see her in this life.
He dragged all the stools and scrap wooden boards out of the house one by one, and also moved out a few baskets.
Soon she cleaned up the west room. Ling Xiaowei took a broom to sweep the windows and the floor. The room was covered with mud, and a layer of dust started to appear as soon as she swept it. But if she didn't sweep it, it would become dusty if she walked around the room.
Ash.
I swept the floor and sprinkled some water in the house, which made the house feel much fresher.
Looking for a rag again, Ling Xiaowei mixed the snow with boiling water, then soaked the rag, and wiped the glass window of the west house clean. She wiped it three times, and finally the window was bright and clean, even the edges of the window were wiped clean.
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Taking this opportunity, she also wiped the windows in the east room, and finally even the tables and stools in the room.
Finally, she wiped the sewing machine clean and tried it. The sewing machine was very easy to use, but it was a pity that she was not very good at using it.
"Xiaowei has really grown up. It's time to sweep the dust ahead of the New Year." Ling Guoqiang said with a pleased smile.
Sweeping dust is something every household has to do every New Year. It is to move all the furniture out of the house, scrub it, and use a feather duster to sweep away all the cobwebs and dust in the house.
Dust off and welcome the new year!
"Dad, today is a day of cleaning. The snow will melt in two days, so the house still needs to be cleaned properly." Ling Xiaowei said with a smile.
After all the wiping was done, Ling Xiaowei squatted at the door and began to collect the waste fabrics in the rattan frame. These were leftover materials from when people came to make clothes at home.
There were three large baskets. Ling Xiaowei looked through them and found that many of the materials were quite large. If these materials were picked out, couldn't they be made into quilts?
In the future, she will need to make two quilts to sleep alone. She has cotton at home, but the quilt cover and lining are not available. The ones here are easy to buy and cheap, and the ones with face are more expensive. The good ones are satin.
, the worst ones are ordinary cotton ones with floral prints.
There are a lot of cotton floral fabrics in this basket. It would be perfect to use these to make a quilt cover, and it can also be used to make a pillowcase.
"Dad, please make me a quilt! And a pillow case!" Ling Xiaowei held a rag in her hand and looked at Ling Guoqiang with bright eyes.
When Ling Guoqiang saw those rags, he turned away, his face darkened, and he said gloomily: "They are all scraps, just throw them away!"
"Dad, why are you throwing it away? You can make a lot of things with these scraps." Ling Xiaowei said, holding a piece of light yellow printed fabric. This kind of material can be used as curtains.
He took another piece of thick cotton and said, "This can be used as a chair cushion. Dad, how can you throw these things away?"
Ling Xiaowei spoke quickly and truthfully. Ling Guoqiang was also a little shaken, but he didn't even have legs, so how could he step on the sewing machine?
"Dad, these clothes have been taken apart and changed to make clothes for me to wear." She no longer has to wear other people's old clothes in the future.
"Throw these away!" Ling Guoqiang said coldly.
Dad must be thinking of her irresponsible mother!
"Dad, why are you throwing them away? It's such a pity to throw them away!" Ling Xiaowei touched these clothes. These clothes were worn by her mother. "I don't have any clothes to wear. These can be used to change my clothes."
Ling Xiaowei said with a look of grievance, her palm-sized face drooped, as if she was about to cry.
Ling Guoqiang had no choice but to nod and say, "Then keep it!"
Ling Xiaowei cheered happily, "Dad, you are so kind. Please help Xiaowei make a quilt! Dad, you can do it, you can definitely do it." Ling Xiaowei took her father's arm and said coquettishly.
Just now I was pretending to be pitiful, now I am acting coquettishly, I hope it will be useful.
She had never acted coquettishly with Ling Guoqiang in her previous life, and rarely talked or communicated with her. Both father and daughter were cold-blooded. After Zhang Cuifang came, her relationship with her father became even worse.
In this life, she doesn't want to be like before. She has to fight hard for everything and strive for the best results.
Ling Guoqiang was slightly surprised when he faced Ling Xiaowei who suddenly acted coquettishly. His hard and cold heart suddenly softened, and he could only reluctantly agree: "Okay, daddy promises you."
Ling Xiaowei initially raised her hands and cheered, "Great, dad promised to make me a quilt!"