Chapter 66: Embroider

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A Chou didn't want to agree, but Grandma Chen's "girl" was too tender. She had no reason to refuse. At this time, A Chou took the needle thread from Grandma Chen and then took it seriously. Embroidered.
"The girl embroidered is so good, the stitches are so dense, and she looks good," Grandma Chen looked at her side, and she kept boasting about her ugliness while turning her head to Chen Qingxuan Dao, "Qingxuan, come here and see, this girl's The embroidered flowers are more beautiful than the flowers on the clothes of our prefects. Gee, yeah, it ’s from Jingshi, it ’s different, Qingxuan, you say it?

Chen Qingxuan really came close to see, A Chou's hands flexibly moved up and down, back and forth, and after a while, a slender bamboo leaf became shaped, Chen Qingxuan kept saying, "It's beautiful . "
"Girl, who did you learn this technique from?" Grandma Chen couldn't help but looking at the bamboo leaf.
"Learn from ... with the elders of the family." A ugly said.
In fact, Ahou's craftsmanship was learned with Grandma Xiang, but she didn't want to say more here.
"Girl, you have such craftsmanship, and you haven't worried about eating and drinking in this life. I won't say anything about it. It's just our Wangjiatun. Which girl from the future will go out and find you for embroidery?" The embroidery piece turned over and over, and the more I watched, the more satisfied I was, holding the hand of A Chou now, very enthusiastic and honest, "Girl, if you promise, I will look at the suitable work in the future, then I will give you Take it, you can make a lot of money with your craft. "
"Really?" A Chouxi couldn't help himself. He was too busy to give Grandma Chen a fist and a joke, "Then please ask Granny to bother me."
"Okay, then I'll pay attention to you." Grandma Chen patted Ah Chou's shoulder with a smile.
After embroidering is a waste, it will take time. A ugly dare not stay too long. In the end, Zhong Mingwei is at home alone, and now he is busy scoring half of the fungus to Chen Qingxuan, and he is too busy to say goodbye to Grandma Chen.
Chen Qingxuan sent Ah Chou out of the fence courtyard. He looked at A Chouwu's smiling face, but he couldn't laugh at all.
"Mr. Chen, please stay here. I can walk by myself." Out of the fence courtyard, A Chou said goodbye to Chen Qingxuan.
"Are you ... does your family have a shortage of households?" Chen Qingxuan couldn't help but asked for a long time, he looked up and down at Ah Chou, "who else in your family? Why do you have to make you such a girl?" Going home for work? "
In Chen Qingxuan's view, Ah Chou is at most 13 or 14 years old, but it's such a half-big girl. Every time I see it, it is hard work. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was no tradition of letting women show their heads, let alone this. The young girl's house, Chen Qingxuan didn't have enough patience to look at it, and was naturally dissatisfied with Ah Chou's family.
"My family ... I'm not in a good shape. I can help with a little," Ahou looked at the mountain behind him, and whispered on the side, "I'm willing, I just hope to take care of him for a lifetime." "
The latter half of the sentence was too soft, and Chen Qingxuan didn't hear it at all. He watched A Chou carrying a big bamboo basket and lifted the skirt up the mountain. The red plum flower in the corner of the skirt flickered and finally submerged In the lush green after the rain.
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The dumplings I ate a few days ago, and the noodles I ate these two days were requested by Zhong Mingwei.
A hou's hand-rolled noodles, and fired fried shredded pork, fungus, tofu toppings, put in one end, Zhong Mingwei was too busy to pick up the handkerchief, wipe his hands and wait to eat, Zhong Mingwei now can move both arms It ’s just that the movement is still not very flexible, but in any case it is much better than before, and more importantly, it allows him to see the hope that he used to feed him, but now he is reluctant to eat it himself. .
"Can it be clamped?" A Chou held the noodle bowl without chopsticks for a long time, and looked at Zhong Mingwei's trembling hand worryingly, "If I don't feed you again, you can practice chopsticks again."