Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 96 No.90 Chapter Five: Heavy Rain
Old Yuan put a bowl of porridge on the window sill and turned around to tell Song Qiu to eat quickly.

When the people finished eating, old Yuan looked at his granddaughter for a long time, and the raised hand just flicked her head.

"Don't do that again next time."

Song Qiu nodded, "Grandma, it's Ah Qiu's fault that you are worried today. Ah Qiu will never do it again next time. I must go home on time so that Grandma won't worry you."

"Okay, wash up and go to sleep, you are tired all day today."

Old Yuan didn't have the habit of beating and scolding her children. Besides, she used to be a Fusheng, but now she is just Aqiu. She is very thin, so how could she be willing to beat and scold her.

It can only be handled with care, but fortunately the child is fine.

……

Obviously, the sky is full of stars and the moon is curved, and the night is very good.

But in the middle of the night, there was a sudden strong wind and heavy rain, which caught people off guard.

Many people in Songshan Village who were sleeping were awakened by the sudden heavy rain.

In the village head's house, in the room on the right side of the upper house, Mr. Tang opened his deep but rather dark eyes, listening to the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the tiles, and murmured faintly.

"The sky changes in the middle of the night, and there is a sudden rainstorm. This peaceful world is going to be chaotic..."

At the same moment, in the Huang family at the end of the village, the old woman Mo in the inner room turned over and sat up, also muttering in her mouth.

The two old men, who were halfway across the village, looked at the dark and rainy night outside the window at the same time, and did not fall asleep in the second half of the night.

It was still dark and the rain was still heavy, but the old lady Mo jumped out of the window, submerged in the rain curtain, and went straight to Songshan Mountain at an astonishingly fast speed, she didn't look like an elderly person with limited mobility at all.

That way, it is clear that he has miraculous achievements.

……

Song Qiu was disturbed by the sound of the rainstorm and couldn't sleep well. The sky was bright, and the rainstorm had just stopped, and it was replaced by a drizzle. The warm water boiled the frog like a non-stop rain, but it wasn't too severe.

Today we said that we could build a thatched shed, but we couldn’t build it. Fortunately, we didn’t get lazy yesterday. We piled all the thatched grass that was brought back into the firewood shed. It rained heavily and got wet, but it’s okay.

Song Qiu wore a coir raincoat and looked at the family's animals one by one, seeing that everyone was well and all was well, so he turned back and talked to the old Yuan who was sitting under the eaves steps.

The rain is falling, and I can't go anywhere, only this kind of pastime.

"I cut out the material I bought last time and made the clothes. It just happened to be raining today, so I have nothing to do. You follow me and learn how to do it together."

When Song Qiu heard this, he felt bitter in his heart, making clothes?

She doesn't know how to do this.

Fortunately, Song Qiu in his memory is not good at needlework, and he doesn’t know how to make clothes, so Song Qiu is also stable, “Grandma, I don’t know how to do it, or I’d better go to work, there seems to be some people in the pigsty. There is a lot of pig manure, and the latrine should be cleaned up..."

As he said that, he was about to get up and go.

The old Yuan grabbed her and said: "It's idle anyway, you just learn, and if you can't do it well, you will have to sew a piece of clothes, or else you will have to buy clothes and wear them in the future? You Look at which family's women don't handle these clothes, shoes and socks? No way."

"It's not good to make milk, it doesn't look fancy, but it's fine to make it so that you can wear it on your body."

Besides, the clothes that farmers wear for work don't pay much attention to patterns or not.

Song Qiu felt miserable and had no choice but to sit back, "Then tell me, I'll do it with you."

When I was a child in my previous life, I also had a sewing box at home, and my grandma used it to mend clothes and so on. At that time, it was popular to embroider shoe soles by myself, and there were many patterns.

It's a pity that she sees other people playing with needles, and she uses needles to sew the holes in her trousers, but she can only sew a centipede essence, which is blocked anyway, but it's a waste of time to put it on. Yes, it's not very pretty.

Later, she will not take needles.

He hadn't touched this embroidery needle for a long time, now holding it in his hand, listening to her chattering in her pacifier, Song Qiu just felt that it would be better to let her hold a big banquet, with a dozen or twenty tables.

"Last time I asked you to practice sewing socks and you learned about the same. This time you help me sew pants. The ones you wear inside can't be seen by others whether the stitches are good or not."

"Oh." Song Qiu responded, took a pair of trousers that were handed over by her grandma, just waiting for the thread to be found on the roughly formed trousers, and began to try to sew.

The clothes on the upper body should be comfortable, and the thread is not good enough, but the bottom is wearing long trousers, with a skirt on the outside and shorts on the inside, so it doesn't matter, as long as it is sewn.

Old Yuan's thought was very simple, but she inadvertently wiped the needles on her hair, and when she looked up, she saw a path being sewn by Song Qiu's hands, and she couldn't help blinking.

"Aqiu, why did you sew a centipede on your pants? It's not pretty either."

Song Qiu: ...

"This is not a centipede, this is the edge I locked."

Old Yuan was stunned, "The socks can still be sewed out, how did you sew the pants like this?"

As she spoke, she brought over the trousers in Song Qiu's hand, and took a closer look. They were really, well hemmed, how could they still show a pattern.

"You're not doing the needle right now, you should go inside, why don't you come back and go outside, it can be seen that you haven't picked up the needle for a long time and you forgot, it seems that you still have to feel it every day. "

Didn't all the stitches come out of the top?

"This won't work, it doesn't look good on you." Old Yuan shook his head, picked up the end of the thread with a needle, and tore apart the centipede in two or three strokes.

"Sewing again, Aqiu, watch, I'll teach you again."

Song Qiu: "..." She really can't learn it, and she doesn't like it.

She just likes cooking food, doing business, and making money. Although vulgar, she likes it.

Ugh.

Song Qiu sighed softly, seeing how her grandma was teaching her seriously, he could only cheer up and watch carefully.

Here one is teaching the other to watch. In the light rain, a person wearing a coir raincoat goes up the gentle slope and enters the yard of Zhang's family.

"Is Zhang Yang there? And Lihua, my grandfather asked me to call you over."

But it was Tang Mingde, the son of the village chief.

Laodou Zhang and Mrs. Deng, who had nothing to do in the upper room on a rainy day, were also taken aback when they heard Mr. Tang call suddenly.

The good-natured Zhang Hugua poked his head out from the side room on the left, "Brother Mingde, that's all right, what did the old village head ask these two kids to do?"

Tang Mingde, as the next successor to the village head of Songshan Village, is unsmiling and serious every day. He only said, "You'll know when you're there. If you're here, let them come out."

At this time, Zhang Yang, who was listening to the movement in the house, also came out, while Zhang Lihua was pounding pig food in the backyard. The fat pig was very hungry and screamed happily early in the morning.

He came out as soon as he shouted.

Seeing that both of them had arrived, Tang Mingde walked towards the Song Family's courtyard, looked at Song Qiu who was sitting on the eaves steps, "and Aqiu, you come too."

　I read it before, I changed the age of Mr. Tang, it should be 80 years old, and Mrs. Mo is also 83.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)