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Chapter 453 Heresies
It seems that they leave quickly and come back quickly too.

There were only two people when we left, but there were a lot of people when we came back.

Old Wei's wife Zhang Qiaozhen and Wei Qiang came. After eating a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots, Wei Qiang still had tears in his eyes, but he looked stubborn, and every cell in his body was filled with rebellion.

Zhou Sisi, the little girl from the Zhou family who received his gift, and her father Comrade Zhou also came. The little girl was holding an ugly rag doll in her hand.

Mrs. Zhou didn't come. She was not in the family area. She went back to her hometown to visit her sick mother.

Then came Mrs. Lei and the others who came to join in the fun.

The originally spacious yard became crowded because of the influx of people.

Wen Shi brought out stools and chairs and asked them to sit down. Yi Chichi greeted everyone and looked at Zhou Sisi, "Sisi, can you let your baby see your aunt?"

"Give!"

This was a generous and reasonable little girl. When she heard Yi Chichi wanted a doll, she handed it to him without saying a word. However, the words that came out of her bright red little mouth touched Wei Qiang's heart.

She said, "This doll is so ugly. I didn't want it when Qiangzi gave it to me, but he threatened me by crying, so I had no choice but to take it."

As she spoke, she spread her hands like a little adult and said helplessly, "I thought he made the doll out of leftover fabrics. If Uncle Wei and Uncle Wen hadn't come to me, I wouldn't have known he was using Uncle Wei's clothes."

Everyone saluted Wei Qiang in unison. It would have been fine if they hadn't looked, but when they did, they realized that Wei Qiang's mouth was covered by his father, and his face turned red from holding it in.

Wen Shi quickly reached out his hand, "Old Wei, let go. Why are you covering the child's mouth? Let him say whatever he wants to say."

Show them how much fun it is.

He didn't say this, but everyone who knew him well smiled meaningfully, and then asked Wei Qiang one by one why he thought of making a rag doll for Zhou Sisi.

Yi Chichi was also very interested. She was not in a hurry to take apart the doll, but waited for Wei Qiang's answer with interest.

Wei Qiang, who could breathe freely with his mouth free again, was not afraid to answer questions from his uncles and aunts. Instead, he glared at Comrade Lao Zhou angrily before starting to explain the secret to everyone.

"Uncle Zhou refused to give Sisi a birthday present, and she was so angry that she started crying. I thought it wouldn't be difficult to make a rag doll, so I sewed one for her."

This answer was beyond everyone's expectations. Zhang Qiaozhen said calmly, "The doll that Sisi Sisi wants is not an ugly doll like yours. She wants a foreign doll."

There are dolls for sale now, including Barbie dolls that can change clothes and comb their hair, but they are only sold in Friendship Stores, not in department stores.

The price is not cheap, and most parents are reluctant to and do not have the ability to buy it for their children.

Lao Zhou is the best example. He moved his lips for a long time and managed to say, "Qiangzi, do you know how much the doll Sisi wants is?"

"do not know."

Wei Qiang shook his head and said confidently, "I have never bought it, and I don't have the money to buy it, so I can only make it myself."

Old Wei laughed in anger, "Why don't you cut your own clothes?"

"Dad, your clothes are too big, so it won't matter if I use a little cloth. My clothes are too small, and if I cut them, there will be a big missing piece. Mom has a hard time patching them for me."

The crowd was speechless.

This kid seems to be a bit of a logical genius, and what he says makes a lot of sense.

But they are all fallacies.

I only show consideration for my mother, but not at all for my father.

After a brief moment of shock, everyone burst into laughter.

Yi Chi Chi laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth and said, "This doll you made is quite ugly."

Wei Qiang was a strong and rational child. He glanced at the doll and did not defend himself. Instead, he smiled shyly and said, "I know, but this is the only way I can make it."

This took him quite a while, and he pricked himself several times during the sewing process.

"Aunt, can you help me make it look better?"

He came over and pointed at the rag doll in Yi Chichi's hand.

"that's not allowed."

Yi hesitantly refused, "I have to take the doll apart and mend the clothes for your father."

"but……"

Wei Qiang's dim face brightened up again, and he asked with a blazing gaze, "What?" "You can ask mom for some unused scraps of cloth, and auntie will sew another one for you."

"I have one at home."

Zhou Sisi immediately raised her hand and said in a clear voice, "My mother has a lot of scraps of cloth. Auntie, can you help me make a nice doll? I'll ask my father to give me the money."

"No, I have to come. It's the birthday present we agreed on."

Before Yi Chichi answered, Wei Qiang began to argue.

Then, the two children entered into a fierce argument.

The adults ignored them and let them make as much noise as they wanted. As long as they didn't fight to the death, they could do whatever they wanted.

It's normal for children to fight and play around, just get used to it.

So, a group of adults entered the mode of watching the show.

Yi Chichi quickly took apart the doll and said, "Wei Qiang has the potential to be good at sewing."

Zhang Qiaozhen, "??? Qiangzi does needlework?"

"Yes."

She nodded. "This child was able to learn to sew dolls without any instruction. Although the sewing is a little ugly, the stitches are crooked, and the stitches are not dense or smooth, but he managed to sew the doll."

Old Wei was delighted when he heard this, "That's great, when he grows up he can work in a factory."

When they heard this, their foreheads were filled with black lines. Lao Wei was good in everything except that he was not very sensitive to wind direction.

But no one reminded him, for fear that the walls might have ears.

So I agreed with what he said.

Yi Chichi glanced at everyone and silently took off the wool threads that served as hair from the cloth.

Then she flattened the untied cloth and put it aside, took the needle and thread and began to sew.

After sewing just a few stitches, Zhou Sisi and Wei Qiang finally agreed to divide the scraps of cloth for making the doll equally.

Then, they each found their parents.

The child does not want to use new cloth, but to make a rag doll with scraps of cloth. There is no reason for the parents to disagree.

I can't afford it and I'm reluctant to spend the money to buy it, so it's good to use the existing resources to fulfill my child's wish.

So Zhang Qiaozhen and Lao Zhou went home to get the scraps of cloth.

Lao Wei and Wen Shi were chatting with the others, while Mrs. Lei and the others were watching Yi Chichi sew stitches, ready to learn some experience.

The more I looked, the more desperate I became.

You can’t learn it. You really can’t learn it at all.

Her hands were moving too fast, and even though she didn't have a ruler, the stitches she produced looked as tight, detailed, and smooth as those produced by a sewing machine.

"No, how did you move the needle?"

“That’s how I left.”

Yi Chichi said without even looking up, "You just watch and practice more, and you will naturally be able to do it when you are familiar with it."

Lao Lei, who was chatting with Wen Shi and the others nearby, heard this and immediately said, "My wife is not good at sewing, so I am the one who does all the sewing at home."

"You can only mend the shoes and socks. I have to do the work."

Mrs. Lei immediately retorted, and when she heard that their focus was different, she asked, "Old Lei, can you sew?"

"You don't know how to do that?"

"meeting!"

in unison.

When I didn’t have a wife, I had to mend my clothes, shoes and socks myself when they were torn. As for how to mend them, it depends on personal preference.

(End of this chapter)