Wen Lan thought that Hezi might have a brain disease. She had such a large number of flower designs on her head because she was either too busy or too full.
Although she found it annoying, the word "admit defeat" was not in Sister Lan's dictionary.
In the past, when she had no classes, she would go to the private plot of the village elementary school to tend the vegetables. Now that the vegetables had been collected and there was no work left, she brought her sewing basket to the school. When there was no class, she went into Principal Wu's room and continued Thinking about Lin Nianhe’s broken hair.
In just a few days, Sister Lan looked like she had a headache.
Lin Nianhe wanted to take the drawing back and send it directly to the textile factory for them to study, but seeing Wen Lan's enthusiasm for getting married, she didn't grab it forcefully.
It's not that she doesn't dare, she is mainly afraid that this matter will become Sister Lan's inner demon...
She is really a very kind and kind person.
On this day, Aunt Zhao came to deliver shoes to Principal Wu. They were made of pieces of rags and were made for several children in the village primary school who were in need.
"Sister Wu, I've made the shoes," Aunt Zhao unpacked the bag and said with a smile, "I didn't make them too big. These little brats walk a lot every day, and they'll be worn out within two months."
"Thank you for your hard work," Principal Wu said with gratitude. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to do this."
"It's just a casual thing, it's nothing." Aunt Zhao smiled and shook her head, "If you get rag-headed again, just call me. I usually have nothing to do at home."
"Okay, I won't be polite to you anymore." Principal Wu caught a glimpse of Wen Lan gnashing his teeth on the edge of the kang, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother and sister, come here, what kind of flowers has Xiaolan been doing these past two days? I haven't been able to tell. You Help me take a look."
When Aunt Zhao saw Wen Lan holding the needle and thread, she didn't refuse. She walked up and sat down with a smile and asked, "Daughter, what are you doing?"
Wen Lan said "Ah" and scolded Lin Nianhe in a particularly fluent manner: "That girl Hezi had to have her hair done. She didn't know how to do it, so she just threw me a picture. She was just idle every day. I have nothing to do, I just need a beating..."
Principal Wu pursed his lips happily and explained to Aunt Zhao on behalf of Wen Lan: "I heard Nianhe said that after the hair flower is finished, it will be sent to the textile factory for mass production and sale. Xiao Lan is also worried. "
Aunt Zhao looked at the picture that had been rolled into a ball and then unfolded. After looking at it carefully for a while, she said, "Daughter, come here, let Auntie try it." After that, she stretched out her hand to Wen Lan and took it. Needle and thread in hand.
Aunt Zhao is a tailor in the village. She is skillful and earns little money. Everyone who has a job likes to ask her to do it. When Aunt Li wanted to make Wang Xixi's wedding clothes, she originally wanted to ask Aunt Zhao to do it. However, Aunt Zhao had urgent work and Accountant Zhao's leg injury recurred, so she found Wen Lan.
After all, Aunt Zhao was more experienced than Wen Lan. She often altered children's clothes and made pants. She looked at Wen Lan's semi-finished product, pondered over the pattern for a while, and then started working on it.
Wen Lan watched from the side, her eyes changing from tired to full of hope.
Principal Wu watched the two of them busy for a while, then returned to the desk and sat down, took out the manuscript paper and started writing.
Time slipped away quietly. After nearly an hour, Aunt Zhao bit off the cotton thread and said to Wen Lan, "Xiao Lan, look at it, is this what Nian He wants?"
A hair tie made of red and white plaid cloth, with a few small wool balls made of cotton thread on it. The pleats are exquisite, and the hair ball is trimmed to be round and cute.
Wen Lan took the flower head, carefully looked at it several times, and said, "If she dares to find fault with her like this, I'll break her legs!"
Lin Nianhe heard Wen Lan's words as soon as he stepped through the door. His legs softened and he almost sat directly in Principal Wu's arms.
Lin Nianhe stood by the door, wondering whether he should run or not?
Sister Lan has been too irritable recently, she can't afford to offend her!
She hesitated for a long time, and Sister Lan saw it.
Wen Lan jumped up and rushed to Lin Nianhe holding the flower in her hand. She stared with reddish eyes and said, "Come on! You can pick another thorn and try it!"
Lin Nianhe's lips trembled slightly, and he cleared his throat to defend: "Sister Lan, I wasn't picking on you before, it was..." It really can't be done.
It was hard to tell the truth. Lin Nianhe consciously swallowed them all back into his stomach and reached out to take the flowers.
Her eyes lit up, and there was excitement in her voice: "Yes, that's it!"
I really can't blame her for being unstable, she was actually having a very hard time during this period.
She tried the tightness of her hairdo, looked up and saw Aunt Zhao, and instantly understood - this was not Sister Lan suddenly enlightened, but the real hidden boss had arrived.
Lin Nianhe's eyes were filled with little stars: "Aunt Zhao, did you do this?"
"Well," Aunt Zhao said with a smile, "Xiaolan has almost done it. With her doing it, I can do it easily."
“Aunt Zhao’s hands are so skillful!”
Lin Nianhe dragged Wen Lan over and sat down next to Aunt Zhao. He showed Aunt Zhao a few more drawings that Wen Lan hadn't had time to study, and then said, "Aunt Zhao, take a look at these drawings. What have you done these days?" If you're not busy, can you study it with Sister Lan?"
Aunt Zhao nodded: "I'm fine. Is it true that anyone will buy these hair flowers?"
"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to sell them," Lin Nianhe said with a smile. "I also plan to talk to the textile factory and share part of the production of flower heads with the villagers. This job should be easier than making matches. The box makes more money.”
Aunt Zhao didn't think too much about making money and agreed with a smile: "Then I will study with Xiaolan. You are busy with business, and I am happy to be able to use me."
With Aunt Zhao's help, Wen Lan's inner demons were finally dissipated.
In just two days, the two of them made all the fourteen patterns of head flowers drawn by Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe read them one by one and felt that they were done well and there were no problems, so he wrapped them up and put them in his satchel, and took advantage of lunch time to ride his bicycle to the commune.
As soon as she rode around the big tree at the entrance of the village, she heard the sound of a bicycle bell from behind.
Before she could look back, Su Yuncheng was already at her side.
Lin Nianhe blinked and asked him, "Aren't you busy today?"
Su Yuncheng was a little dumbfounded: "What day will I be busy?"
"Didn't you go up the mountain with the villagers to chop firewood two days ago? Have you finished chopping?"
"Not yet," Su Yuncheng said, "I'm going to get some glass today to use for repairing the house."
It's easy to do things when there are so many people. The empty house in the village has almost been tidied up. The kang was re-made two days ago and it is almost dry. As long as the glass and doors and windows are repaired, they can move out.
Lin Nianhe smiled and said: "You guys are quite fast... By the way, what about the furniture and so on?"
"Just bring people from the town here," Su Yuncheng replied, "it doesn't take much."
Lin Nianhe nodded and suddenly smiled.
"how?"
"It's nothing, I suddenly remembered the time when I first came here... time flies so fast."
Lin Nianhe looked at the road where she could now avoid potholes with her eyes closed, and her eyes widened with laughter.
She smiled, and the tip of her nose suddenly felt cold.
A snowflake fell on the tip of her nose.
Snowing.
(End of chapter)
