Chapter 186: Untitled Chapter
Yaya giggled when she heard someone complimenting her.
When Mei Niang came out of the kitchen and saw the delicate flower on her daughter's head, she knew that it was bought by the ladies from the town and given to Yaya.
So she quickly stepped forward and said gratefully: "Thank you madam and young lady, it's really costing you money!"
Mrs. Wang said: "It's not worth a lot of money, but the style is pretty good. I think it's suitable for Yaya to wear. I bought it to make her happy."
Mei Niang said: "Mei Niang, thank you, old madam, for thinking about Yaya! Madam, you have just come back and you must be tired. Let's go inside and sit down for a while. The food in the kitchen has been cooked."
Mrs. Wang also told her not to make soup in the kitchen during this period.
Sure enough, when they arrived at the hall, Aunt Guihua brought over a large pot of chicken soup.She placed it on the table and hurried back, saying she couldn't leave the house without a fire still burning under the pot.
Mrs. Qian asked about the aroma of the chicken soup and how appetizing it was.
Mrs. Wang said: "The soup stewed with sweet-scented osmanthus is very good. Not only is it soft, but the soup is also very fresh."
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After dinner, Mrs. Lin took Qibao to the wine shop to visit her parents, and by the way gave Mrs. Sun the hairpin she bought in the morning.
As soon as the two entered the winery, they saw Mrs. Sun helping to put the brewed wine into jars.
After seeing her daughter and granddaughter arriving, she finished her work and then walked over and said: "Honglian, we just had dinner, why did you bring Qibao here?"
"I brought Qibao to visit father and mother, where's father?" Lin asked.
"Your father is probably in the warehouse now. Do you need me to call him?"
"No, mother, you and father are working so hard, why don't you stop doing it and get someone else to keep watch!"
"If your father heard what you said, he would probably get angry with you. He values the winery more than anything else right now, and he said he would help Qibao take good care of the winery!" Mrs. Sun said with a smile.
Mrs. Lin was helpless and said: "Mom, my mother-in-law and I went to town today. I brought you a gift. see if you like it!"
After saying that, she took out a small wooden box from her bosom, and when she opened it, there was a jasper hairpin lying inside.
Mrs. Sun saw the hairpin and said: "It's not cheap, right? You can wear it yourself. I work every day. If this accidentally falls on the ground and breaks it, wouldn't I be heartbroken?"
Qibao said: "Grandma, just accept it. My mother has been picking this up for a long time! And this style is not suitable for my mother to wear. It will look better on you. if you can't bear to part with it, then put it away and wear it again when you are not busy."
"Mother, Qibao is right, the hairpin on your head needs to be replaced, it's been worn for so many years." Mrs. Lin said.
Mrs. Sun touched the wooden hairpin on her head. This was the one she always wore when she got married. It was not valuable and had only some simple lines on it.
"Okay then, I'll accept it too. It's made of jade! It'll probably cost a lot of money, right? Don't buy something so expensive next time." Mrs. Sun took the box and carefully put it into her sleeves.
Qibao said: "It's not expensive! From now on, Qibao will buy a lot of jewelry for grandma to wear, some of which are gold and some of jade, so that you can wear different ones every day."
"Aigoo! Grandma's darling, why are you so precious? But as long as Qibao can grow up healthy and beautiful, grandma will be satisfied!" Mrs. Sun narrowed her eyes because she was coaxed by Qibao, and held Qibao in her arms for a while.
The woman working on the side also saw the scene here and said with a smile: "Aunt Sun is really lucky. Not only is her daughter filial, but Qibao is also so filial!"
Mrs. Sun didn't show it on her face, but her heart was bubbling with beauty.
At this time, old man Lin came out of the warehouse, saw his daughter and granddaughter and stepped forward with a smile.
Mrs. Sun took the hairpin out of her sleeve again and said: "Old man, look, Honglian went to the town to buy it specially for me. Do you like it?"
When Old Man Lin saw that this hairpin was not cheap, he said: "It's beautiful. I didn't give you anything to wear when you were young, but now you are blessed with a daughter!"
"Why are you talking about this? It's enough to have a full stomach at that time. Why do you think about these things?" said Mrs. Sun.
"Father and mother, I also bought some clothing materials, when I'm done, I'll send them over to you." Mrs. Lin said.
"Why do you need to buy more? You've made several outfits for me and your father, enough to wear, no need to make any more!" Mrs. Sun exclaimed.
Mrs. Lin said: "It's okay. It won't take long. I usually have a lot of leisure at home."
"You make it for Qibao, she's still young, make whatever kind of clothes look good on her, she's also at the age of loving beauty." Mrs. Sun's said.
Mrs. Lin laughed and said: "Mother, I still have to do this and that, Qibao's clothes have been made for her several times by elder and second sisters-in-law, the closet in her room won't even fit if we keep making them!"
When Mrs. Sun heard this, she smiled and said: "Your first and second sister-in-laws are both good people, you should also make two outfits for Wenwu and the boys when you have time, understand?"
"Mother, I understand!" Mrs. Lin said.
After chatting for a few more words, Mrs. Lin took Qibao back to Xu's house.
The next day, Mrs. Wang's family took Mrs. Qian to the school.
After preparing a classroom specifically for teaching embroidery, and preparing the needles, threads and embroidery cloth, all the girls were called together.
Mrs. Qian said: "I will teach you embroidery from now on, but I will only teach you one morning. It's up to you how much you can learn."
"Yes! teacher!" The girls all answered in unison, with expectations on their faces.
They were told by their mother after school yesterday that they must learn embroidery seriously, which will be good for them in the future.
Although they didn't know what the benefits were, when they heard that the embroidery could be sold for a lot of money, they made up their minds to learn how to do it properly.
Mrs. Qian nodded and started teaching from the first step, splitting the line!
Qibao had a headache. She didn't expect that her mother would let her sit here and study together with these girls.
But since she can't refuse, she'll definitely learn it seriously, and there's no need to be overwhelmed by skills.
Mrs. Lin was outside the window, and when she saw Qibao following her seriously, she nodded her head.
Mrs. Wang said: "Qibao will have to learn all morning! It must be very tiring, I'll have to go back and have Granny Jin and the girls make something Qibao would love to eat."
Mrs. Lin said helplessly: "Mom, look at Hua'er and the others, aren't they also studying? Is she the only one who is tired? You can't pamper her too much."
Mrs. Wang said: "I only have this one precious granddaughter, so I definitely have to spoil her! Besides, Qibao is very sensible and cannot be spoiled no matter how much she is pampered. I won't say any more, I have to go back."
After saying that Mrs. Wang left the place, the three sisters-in-law were somewhat weeping and laughing, but what Mrs. Wang said was also reasonable.
So Qibao had one more thing to do from then on, which was to get up early every morning and go to the school with Mrs. Qian, and then she went home in the midst of the day while the other girl children had to learn literacy.
Mrs. Wang also tried her best to cook Qibao's favorite food every day, saying that it was to replenish her brain.
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Time passes quickly, the weather is getting colder and colder, and it's time to cover the vegetables in the greenhouse with oil paper.
In the past few days, the men in the family have to go to the greenhouse to help every day. After all the greenhouses are laid, they will be busy building houses. In short, everyone in the village is working hard.