Early in the morning on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Qiu Yinuo was lifted off the quilt by Cheng Hongying.
"The sun is shining on my butt. What time is it? I still can't get up."
He buried his face in the pillow and muttered angrily: "I'll get up in a moment, I'll sleep for another ten minutes."
"Ten points and ten points. It's already eight o'clock now. Get up. I made you new clothes. Get up and try them on."
At this point, she couldn't help but show off, "I made two sets of small red cotton-padded jackets for my eldest grandson, and they look great when worn."
Qiu Yinuo woke up amidst Cheng Hongying's chatter and yawned lazily, "Okay, I'll go down to the ground to wash my face now and see what kind of cotton-padded jacket you make for me."
In the yard, Zhu Qianjin was wearing a brand-new cotton-padded jacket and squatting next to the water well to sharpen a knife. This is also the custom on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month.
Seeing her come out, Zhu Qianjin immediately showed off his new clothes, "Sister, you have such good taste. Look how this dark blue suits me."
Sometimes, even she admired Zhuo Qianjin's talkativeness, telling people's lies and ghosts.
Isn't this just the ordinary dark blue of this era?
It is still a must-have color for young and old men, making him say it as if it is the only one in the world.
He said a few words without hesitation, "It looks good, it looks really good."
After washing, she rushed into Cheng Hongying's room happily and was stunned for several seconds when she saw the two red sons lying on the kang.
Dabao had a look of despair on his face, as if he was saying: My grandma’s aesthetics are too terrible.
Erbao didn't react at all. He opened his mouth and chewed his little fist, not caring at all how happy he was now.
Qiu Yinuo couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
That's right, she can't have too high standards for the aesthetics of this era.
Cheng Hongying came in from the outside and picked up Dabao, who was full of grievances. "What are you doing? Why are you laughing so loudly? You scared our Dabao."
"Mom, do you think Dabao is red like a sausage?"
Dabao was so angry that he almost burst into tears. His idol burden was completely over.
Cheng Hongying was so angry that she slapped Qiu Yinuo on the back, "Oh, Mom, you are too harsh. My back hurts so much."
"I love you so much. Who told you to laugh at our Dabao? Dabao, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. The clothes grandma made for you are so beautiful. Your uncle said it, like the fat doll in the New Year pictures. And It's festive and beautiful. Your mother doesn't have the appreciation, so we'll ignore you."
"Okay, as long as you two are happy, where are my clothes?"
"It's in the cabinet on the kang. You can try it on."
He took out two sets of cotton-padded jackets stacked on top of each other from the kang cabinet, one was a fat one and the other was a little smaller.
"That's Qingqing's cotton-padded jacket. She tried it on this morning and it fits her perfectly. She said she would wear it after the Chinese New Year. That big cotton-padded jacket is yours. I'm not telling you. You have to take good care of it after weaning. You need to reduce the amount of flesh on your body. Making clothes would take up too much material and cotton."
Qiu Yinuo: It’s so heartbreaking.
If she doesn't lose weight for a day, this body of fat will be her shame.
Although Qiu Yinuo is fat, she has been raised in her husband's house in the past two years. She is white and fat. She wears a red cotton-padded jacket. She is beautiful and rich, just like the former official wife. Looking at it makes people feel full of blessings. .
Qiu Yinuo looked in the mirror and said, "Mom, your hands are so skillful. This cotton-padded jacket fits me perfectly."
It’s just that the fabric is too in line with the atmosphere of this era, a bit rustic.
It would be nice if you could buy fabric. What kind of bicycle do you want?
Qiu Yinuo was quite satisfied, "Mom, where are your clothes? Put them on and show me."
Cheng Hongying was stunned for a moment, "I'm already so old, so I don't want to wear new clothes unless my cotton-padded jacket is worn out. I just saved the fabric to make another set for my two eldest grandsons."
"They are so young, they don't need to make clothes so often, maybe they won't be able to wear them next year."
"Then make it bigger."
"They can still be so young and won't last a few years. I think you just can't bear to part with them. Where are the materials and cotton for the clothes?"
"What are you going to do?"
"You take care of me." Qiu Yinuo immediately opened the cabinet and took out the cloth that had not been touched by scissors and a large bag of cotton.
Holding these two things, she walked out. An anxious Cheng Hongying held the child and stomped on the spot, "Hey, where are you going, girl?"
There was a burst of cold air when she opened the door, and Dabao in her arms shivered. For fear of freezing the child, she retreated back into the house.
Shouting, "Jin Zi, come here and look after the child."
"What happened to you and my sister?"
"That girl has a convulsion, and now she's like a mad dog, biting people if she doesn't get her way. Look at the child quickly, and I'll go see what she wants to do."
Cheng Hongying rushed out of the house wearing cotton shoes. After asking all the way, she found Sister Ma's home in the village. She heard that she used to be a tailor for a wealthy family and was good at making clothes.
She instantly guessed what the girl wanted to do and rushed to her house without thinking.
I happened to hear Qiu Yinuo asking, "I'm making cotton-padded jackets for my mother. I need them for New Year's Eve. Aunt Ma, please give me a price!"
"What's the price? I can make cotton-padded jackets. Why are you bothering Sister Ma?"
"If you know how to do it, you won't do it for yourself. It just so happens that Aunt Ma's craftsmanship is good and everyone in the village recognizes it. If you make a cotton-padded jacket for my mother, she must be able to wear it on New Year's Eve. I'll give you two yuan." Is it enough?"
When she mentioned two dollars, Sister Ma's eyes widened in shock, and she looked at Qiu Yinuo almost in disbelief, "Really?"
When Cheng Hongying heard the price, her eyes almost popped out of her head, "I'm going to die. How can you be so good at spending money? Two yuan is so expensive. I can do it myself. Sister Ma, don't listen to her. The kid is just kidding." "
Sister Ma smiled awkwardly. Sure enough, there is no such good thing in the world.
"It's true, Aunt Ma, if you think it's not enough, I can add more, three yuan, three five yuan, four yuan, as long as the clothes can be made on New Year's Eve."
Listening to her raising the money to four yuan, Cheng Hongying started to feel pain.
How could she be so willing to fiddle with the two dollars in her hand? Qiu Yinuo simply slapped the four dollars on the table, took Cheng Hongying's hand and walked out, "Aunt Ma, you are an old tailor. My mother's body is You can tell the shape with your eyes. I’ll come over and get the cotton-padded jacket on New Year’s Eve.”
Before closing the door, he blinked at Aunt Ma, and she nodded slightly, indicating that there was no problem.
Until the door of the house was closed, she could still vaguely hear Cheng Hongying calling her a prodigal woman at the top of her lungs. Sister Ma smiled knowingly, "This girl is quite interesting. Who said raising a daughter is not good? Isn't this good? "
When Cheng Hongying thought about how easily that girl could get four yuan for a slap, she almost felt heartbroken.
"Just do it, sooner or later you will become a pauper."
"Which one of us will do it? If you do it for yourself, why would there be so many things? The money was spent unjustly because of you."
Cheng Hongying took a deep breath and said, "Qiu Yinuo, what kind of evil did I do in my previous life to give birth to such an irritating prodigal like you?"
