Mrs. Yan and the female relatives present all fell in love with the handbags made by the Mo family. Everyone's compliments on the handbags made Huang Jingshu very unhappy. She said in a sharp voice: "Hey, this little bag is quite unique. It's so cool." It’s time to catch up with the things made by our Xiulifang embroidery girl.”
Mrs. Yan's originally smiling face suddenly turned cold, but before she could say anything, Mo Ziyuan turned to look at Huang Jingshu and asked with joy in her eyes: "Really?"
After saying that, Huang Jingshu turned around without waiting for an answer. Her voice was even louder, and she shouted happily: "Grandma, godmother, it's our first time to make this, and it's almost as good as what the embroidery girl from Xiulifang made." , if I do it twice more, it will definitely be better than anything made by the embroiderers at Xiulifang."
Song Nanzhi is an honest person and cannot understand Huang Jingshu's praise for the well-made bags. In fact, he is insinuating that they are just like the embroiderers, but they are just servants.
Song Nanzhi didn't understand, so she kindly stopped Mo Ziwan and said, "Wanwan, don't talk nonsense. Your godmother and I are just doing it for fun. How can we compare with other embroiderers, who specialize in embroidering things?" For sale, the embroidery is very good."
Song Nanzhi really didn’t understand, but Mo Ziwan was different. After her grandma’s words, her already bright black eyes opened even wider, making people look darker and brighter. Her bright black eyes looked at Huang Jingshu. , "My grandma is very good. She is almost as good as the embroidery lady in your Xiulifang when it comes to making and playing."
After saying that, he turned back and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that the embroiderers in Xiulifang are not very good either."
Huang Jingshu's face turned cold now, "What are you talking nonsense about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense! It's obviously you who said that the handbags made by my grandma are very unique, almost as good as the embroiderers in your Xiulifang."
"My grandma is not talking nonsense. My grandma has to plant crops and feed pigs and chickens every day. She has a lot of things to do. She doesn't have much time to make handbags. She just does it for fun."
Mo Ziyuan didn't mind mocking her again. She was decades old and still wanted to bully her, a child who was only a few years old. She had really lived those decades in vain.
Seeing Mo Ziwan mocking Huang Jingshu again in a serious manner, Madam Yan put on a happy smile, pulled Mo Ziwan and said: "We don't care about Xiu Niang's affairs anymore, tell me, your uncle Fang will give you Have you finished sorting out all your papers?" After all, he invited everyone here, and he couldn't let the situation get too tense, so he still had to be the peacemaker.
Mo Ziyuan nodded, "I've sorted it out. I've brought all the papers that I've sorted out. I'll show them to Uncle Fang when he's empty."
"Your Uncle Fang has been resting at home these days. As for you, you are not allowed to go to the study to read and write today. Today is a fun day. You have to read and write. We can wait until today."
Mrs. Huang Guogong's rudeness, although Mrs. Yan couldn't say clearly what she said, her doting on Mo Ziyuan at this time was enough for everyone to understand. , as if remembering something, turned to the maid who had just gone to get her handbag and said, "Go get the New Year gifts I prepared for the children."
"Yes, slave, go now." The maid turned around and prepared to leave again.
"By the way, bring over the jade flute I got a few days ago."
The maid responded crisply and left. Waiting for the maid to leave, Mrs. Yan took Mo Ziwan's hand and patted it up and down, "Your brother Fang Zhi's uncle sent someone to bring back some items years ago. , I saw that the jade flute is small and delicate, very well-behaved, and it is quite suitable to accompany you."
Mo Ziwan waved her hand and said, "Grandma Yan, I don't know how to play the flute. It's a waste to give it to me. Why don't you keep it for brother Fang Zhi."
"Your brother Fang Zhi learned the guqin. It's useless to give him the flute. You just play with it."
The elder was grateful for the gift. After rejecting it for a while, Mo Ziwan stopped refusing and continued: "Thank you very much, Grandma Yan. When I learn how to do it, I will play a little tune for Grandma Yan."
"Then we have an agreement." Mrs. Yan said cheerfully.
"What's settled?" came a child's voice.
No need to turn around, just by listening to the voice, she knew that Fang Zhi was coming. Mo Ziwan looked at Fang Zhi, "Brother Fang Zhi, we are talking about playing the flute."
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Can you play the flute? Fang Zhi came over with Murong Qingyuan and Han Chunlin. Although they had been in the front yard, they were still half-grown children after all, and they were allowed to come to the inner yard if they wanted.
Mo Ziwan shook her head, "Not yet, but I will in the future."
While talking, the maid touched a brocade box and came over. Next to her was another little maid. The maid was holding a tray in her hand. On the tray was a purse the size of half a palm. Let's not talk about the purse. Just look at the purse as to what is inside. The materials used are exquisite, and the embroidered flowers are vivid and exquisite. If you put the purse on consignment in a store, it can be sold for five or six hundred yuan.
Mrs. Yan first handed out the money to the children one by one. After she finished handing out the money, she reached out and took the brocade box containing the jade flute. She opened the brocade box and revealed a delicate, smooth and transparent jade flute inside.
"Although it is not a very good jade, the workmanship is quite exquisite. You can play with it." Mrs. Yan said it in a relaxed manner, as if she was not talking about jade, but a handkerchief, a purse, or a doll.
Mrs. Yan said it easily, but Mo Ziyuan felt that she had just responded too early.
Before I saw it, I only knew that it was made of jade and must be valuable. But now that I saw it, I realized that this jade flute was more valuable than I thought. Let’s not talk about the quality of the jade. It is already difficult to carve a whole piece of jade into a flute. Besides, the quality of this jade is smooth and delicate. They were all milky white, without a trace of impurities. At six or seven hundred taels each, they definitely couldn't be bought. This gift was too precious. It was so precious that Mo Ziyuan felt that she had just thanked her too early, so she shouldn't accept it.
When Mo Ziyuan didn't know how to refuse, Song Nanzhi had already said, "This is too expensive. How can a little kid take such an expensive thing? It would be a pity if she accidentally dropped it."
"Old madam, put it away quickly. This thing is too expensive. How can we collect such expensive things? You have given her a beautiful purse. Having a purse is enough."
The reason why Mrs. Yan likes the Mo family is because she likes their down-to-earth nature. It is easiest to talk with them. You don’t have to think about everything in your mind like you do with other people. It depends on whether it is appropriate to say it out loud. .
Not only is it practical, but it is also not cheap. If other people see something more expensive, they will definitely accept it with a smile, but they think it is expensive and don't want it, fearing that they will take advantage.
Mrs. Yan said: "No matter how valuable it is, it's not as valuable as the bag you personally made for me. This is my first bag in Beijing."
