Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 215 Washing the Mat



Chapter 215 Washing the Mat

After unloading the stuff, Shen Rongshan led the donkey and said, "I'm going to Zhaojia Village. You guys go home first."

The two nodded.

Shen Wenshan had already carried the cloth up: "Sister-in-law, go back first, Yuanshan is cooking at home."

"it is good."

She had to go back and get the style cut.

"Sister-in-law, wait for me." Shen Wanqing waved at her.

When she came closer, she said, "I was planning to go back and cut the patterns. Boss Yang said I can do as much as I can this month. It's okay if I can't finish it."

"Okay, I'll go home with my sister-in-law and take a basket back first."

"By the way, sister-in-law, where did Boss Yang learn the style? It's different every month. Did he learn it in Kyoto?"

Ji Wenhe shook his head slightly: "I don't know. I asked once, but Boss Yang didn't want to say, so I didn't continue asking."

"In fact, the style is quite simple to learn. You can learn it just by looking at it."

Everyone in the village knows how to cut paper, and their handicraft is impeccable.

"If you take this style to Kyoto, you should be able to earn more."

Shen Wanqing was very curious why the proprietress of Jinxiufang didn't go to Kyoto, where she could make a lot of money.

"We can only make money if we don't go. I'll give you a haircut and you can go back and cut it accordingly. Everything else will remain the same as before."

Ji Wenhe took out a pair of scissors from inside the house.

"Tell me when you run out of thread, and I'll go get it from Boss Yang."

"I know, sister-in-law."

Shen Wanqing spread the cloth on the table and watched her paint on it with charcoal.

“I didn’t expect my sister-in-law could paint.”

"I can't even call it painting. I just draw a few lines. You'll learn it after a few more practice."

She had already thought of an excuse, and when someone asked her about it, she would say that she learned it from Boss Yang.

Anyway, since she has already been informed, Yang Yun will not reveal her identity to anyone.

After cutting a pattern, he handed it to her: "Here, I'll cut the remaining basket this afternoon and send it to you."

"Okay." Shen Wanqing carried the basket on her back, "Sister-in-law, I'll go back first."

"Okay, slow down."

She waved her hand with her back turned: "Hey."

Walking into the kitchen, Shen Yuanshan was lighting a fire behind the stove.

"Sister-in-law, the meal will be ready in a minute."

Ji Wenhe scooped a basin of clean water to wash his hands: "Your eldest brother will be back soon, you can take a nap at home in the afternoon, and go sell goods tomorrow."

Because we went to town today, we didn't let him push the wheelbarrow to sell goods.

At the foot of the mountain, Lan Qiuhua’s home.

"Xiaoya, take out the mat from your brother's room and come with me to the river to wash it."

Shen Suya put down the silk thread in her hand, came out of the house, and asked in confusion: "Mom, why did you think of washing the mat?"

She took out the mat from her bed from the house and said, "Make a quilt for your sister-in-law's house. We have slept on it, so we have to wash it."

Cotton and cloth must be clean and should not be placed directly on the mat where you have slept.

"I will sleep with you at night. Her family will make two quilts and a cotton-padded jacket. It will take two or three days."

"Aunt Lan." Ji Wenhe hurried down the mountain, "I forgot to wash the fabric first before making the quilt."

The cloth sold in the shop is not washed, so you have to wash it again when you bring it back.

"It's in the house. The sun is shining brightly today. It will be dried in an afternoon."

"Yes." Looking at the sack of cotton next to him, "Aunt Lan, can the cotton be left outside to dry like this?"

Lan Qiuhua leaned the mat against the wall: "Yes, but it can't be opened, or it will be blown away by the strong wind."

"Put it in the yard to dry in the sun, and make it into a quilt tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, you can't put it on the ground, it's all mud."

She turned and went into the kitchen and brought out a small stool. She put several stools together with a little distance in between.

"Put them on a bench to dry in the sun, stack them together, and change them after drying for a while."

Lan Qiuhua helped to lift it onto the bench: "The sun is shining brightly right now, and you can get some sunlight inside even if you don't open it."

Ji Wenhe nodded and looked at the two mats next to him: "Aunt Lan, didn't we just dry the mats a few days ago?"

"I'll wash it in the river, dry it, and make a quilt for you."

She understood what he meant and thanked him shyly: "Aunt Lan, thank you for your help. Please leave it here and we will wash it later."

"Look at you, you're being polite to your aunt again, isn't it? Is it a bother or not?"

"If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me. Don't think it's troublesome."

"Hey." She nodded gratefully.

I left the cloth in the shed and didn't take it home. I went to the river to wash it after dinner.

Edge of the field.

Feng Xiayun and Zhou Xiaoyu came out from the fields.

"Qiuhua, why did you two think of washing the mat? Anguo and the others are coming back."

Shen Suya turned her head: "Auntie Feng, Auntie Zhou."

"Hey." The two responded.

"No, Aunt Feng." Lan Qiuhua rolled up her trouser legs and stood in the stream. "Wash them and make quilts for Wen He's family."

"I just heard from Guilan that her family bought nearly thirty kilograms of cotton."

They were all shocked when they heard this. Why spend more than one or two taels of cotton to buy so much cotton? It was not enough even for each person to make two cotton-padded jackets.

Shen Suya took a ladle and scooped water onto the mat, then continued, "How can there be so much?"

This Aunt Niu is talking nonsense again.

"We didn't buy much. We made one thick cotton-padded jacket for each person and two thick quilts."

Lan Qiuhua walked upstream and continued.

"They only have two quilts in their house. How can they cover four people? They just survived the winter."

"It's August now, and winter is coming soon. We have to make some quilts quickly. It's cool in the cave, and it will be even colder in winter."

Zhou Xiaoyu nodded in agreement: "His house is cool in the summer and cold in the winter. If he doesn't make a thicker quilt, he won't be able to sleep well at night."

Her daughter was able to make puppets thanks to her.

I sent some food to their house some time ago, and took a look inside the house. It was quite cool.

Good in summer, not so good in winter.

"Yes, I just went to town to buy so much cotton and came back to make a thick quilt weighing eight kilograms."

Sometimes Lan Qiuhua really wanted to talk about Niu Guilan, but everything she said had a different meaning when it came out of her mouth.

But it was difficult to speak up for fear that the relationship between the two families would become strained, so he kept it to himself.

Feng Xiayun looked around and lowered her voice: "This couple is really capable. After buying the fields and wasteland, they bought a wheelbarrow and a homestead."

"It's true that you can make money. I envy you. I tell you, it won't be long before you have more money than the head of the village."

"Mom." Zhou Xiaoyu glanced at her and said, "Don't tell anyone else. If the head of the village hears, he will feel uncomfortable."

"I know, I'm just saying it in front of you."

Lan Qiuhua smiled and said, "If someone can make money, that's because they have the ability. We can't envy them. Just live your own life well."

"Hey, why are you all gathered here? What are you talking about?"

Wang Erfeng held on to a branch and came down from the upstream of the stream.

"Aunt Wang." Shen Suya called out.

"Hey, when I saw you guys were washing the mats, I just remembered that we haven't washed our mats for a long time. I'll bring them back to wash later."

"I was going to make a quilt for Wen He's family, so I brought it here to wash."


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