Escape from the wasteland and farm: the full-level boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Chapter 1120
Everyone has a set of simple clothes to get through this winter.

The main designer of the style is Lin Niangzi.

Although the real executors are Wu Nuan and Wenren Pingting, they are all out-and-out ancients, and they have stereotypes about the standard of clothes. In their eyes, there are too many shoulds and shouldn'ts in making clothes.

Mrs. Lin didn't have so many worries. Anyway, it was already a mess outside, and they just closed the door to live their own lives, no matter whether they were dressed as fairies or beggars, people outside didn't care.

Besides, they haven't reached the point where they have enough food and clothing. The things Bai Junjun brought back are all they need to survive the winter. Of course, they have to save cloth.

So Mrs. Lin waved her hand, combining the ancient and the modern, and made a plausible Hanfu element.

Both men and women wear a pair of trousers and a slanted collar tie. In order to look more energetic, there is also a belt in the middle.

Of course, Mrs. Lin also felt sorry for the belt for a long time.

After all, with more than 1000 belts, you can get more than a dozen sets of clothes.

With such a simple style finished, what everyone is holding in their hands is the first batch of finished products from the textile workshop.

Before, everyone made a batch of linen, but the linen was a bit rough to wear on the body, but even so, everyone kept it very carefully, and now everyone has a set of cotton sweaters and a pair of leather boots, all of which are like Chinese New Year Happy.

When they learned that apart from these, everyone would also have a set of cotton coats for the winter, everyone's expectations were filled.

The people of the Fire-Eating Clan were full of emotion.

In the past, they could only watch the god of death come hungry and cold in the tree cave, but now since they met Bai Junjun and Li Wenli, they not only had enough food, had tiles to cover their heads, and even had clothes to wear and work to do.

Everyone has gradually stepped out of the state of life of ruthlessness and drinking blood, and lived like individuals.

It would be a lie to say that they are not grateful, they are so grateful that they can't say enough, they wish they could get a longevity tablet for them and kowtow every day.

Uncle Qiu and the others, including the county magistrate Fat Ball, were also very moved.

I never thought that there would be a paradise in this place. There is no oppression of imperial power and wealth, and there are no bandits who bully men and women.

Even though he has only been here for a few days, everyone has integrated in. Even the idiot son has become more and more human recently, knowing how to take the initiative to work and do what he can.

This was simply unthinkable before.

Especially this time, the county magistrate Fat Ball had just finished taking a hot bath to wash away his exhaustion, when his son came in with a bowl of warm ginger soup for him.

The magistrate of Fat Ball felt a lot of emotion.

"The unfilial son is finally sensible, and your mother should die in peace under the nine springs."

The idiot's son curled his lips: "I've always been very sensible, it's just that you can't see my strengths."

"I really couldn't see it before, but recently... I have to say that I did see a little bit, I performed well, and I will continue to work hard."

It was rare to be praised so directly by his father. The idiot son was a little surprised. He pursed the corners of his mouth arrogantly and did not speak.

But the father and son stared at each other for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

I don’t know when the generation gap and estrangement that have arisen over the years will gradually disappear, and today a bowl of ginger soup has completely wiped them away.

The master was holding a bowl of ginger soup at the door, but when he saw the young master inside, he drank it silently, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but keep turning up.

(End of this chapter)