The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 130: Meeting Ome (1)
Su Xiazhi walked behind him and stretched her arms around his waist, put her face on his back and looked up at the smiling warm doll, she thought: I have a talent, it's great...

"Go back to sleep." Xiucai turned around, took her little hand and walked into the house, "The weather must be fine tomorrow."

"Yeah." Su Xiazhi nodded in response, and remembered what he said, "Believe it or not." A sweeping lady hanging under the eaves just hung a hope there. It doesn't matter whether it rains or not tomorrow, she will always be A piece of sunshine.

"This house..." As soon as he lay down, looking at the dampness on the wall, Su Xiazhi still asked worriedly.

"As long as it doesn't rain, it's fine." Min Lansheng closed the door and entered the back room.

"In the morning, I asked Uncle Gao to come over and have a look. He said that although the beams and pillars of the house are old, they will not collapse."

"That's good." It doesn't matter if the house is broken, just live in it temporarily.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to the Collection Book Hall in Ping County to see if the things we printed are ready." Su Xiazhi, who lay down again, said to Min Lansheng's side.

"Bring Gao Yue." The courtyard wall of the house collapsed, and there were still several crocks of pickled eggs locked in the east room. Min Lansheng knew that she had to stay to look after the house.

"Why don't I go, the lady is at home just to be in charge." After thinking about it for a while, the scholar suddenly suggested.

"No." Su Xiazhi directly refused: "I won't give you a chance to run into the two sex embryos of An's family!"

The courtyard wall collapsed, and she could still bear being peeped by the villagers who came and went, but Su Xiazhi couldn't bear the fact that the latrine at home was open to the air.

When she got married, her natal family gave her a red pail with acacia flowers painted on it. After she finished eating the food that Aunt Su had put in it, she took it into the east room.

The things that I thought would become waste from now on were also taken out by Su Xiazhi and put in the back room. The husband and wife blushed and took turns to facilitate it, and no one dared to use the toilet outside.

This morning, Su Xiazhi had already made up her mind: the whole yard will be covered when autumn begins!

No matter how good the day is, it can't be enough until the last hut has become a difficult task.It happened that Qiu Xiucai was about to leave for Beijing to take the exam. She moved back to her mother's house for a month or so, and it was just a little harder to run back and forth.

After breakfast, Su Xiazhi changed into new clothes. The upper body was a light blue dark floral narrow-sleeved jacket, the cuffs and placket were all along the dark blue narrow edge, the lower body was a pleated skirt of the same color that just reached the feet, blue satin plain flower embroidered shoes The upper one is made of thousands of layers of cloth, and a purse and a net hang down on the left and right sides of the three-finger-wide waistband.

This is a new dress that Aunt Su made for her just this month. Although the tailoring is not as good as the ones made by tailors, but the clothes that the mother made for her daughter are of course solid and tightly stitched. In addition, Su Xiazhi stands out in front of outsiders. The different indifferent temperaments just set off the color of the clothes.

The fabric is the plain color chosen by Yang Qiaolian, Su Xiazhi likes it very much.

After putting on her dress, Su Xiazhi took out her dowry and set up the small bronze mirror on it. She looked left and right at herself blurred in the mirror.

"My lady has good eyebrows and eyes, and I don't see you dressed up on weekdays. Today, I only changed into new clothes as my husband, so I don't want to let my lady go out!" Min Lansheng, who just came in from the door, was stunned when he saw the new lady. , and then he held her slender waist without letting go, and his words were full of sourness.

"Does it look good?" Su Xiazhi asked with a smile on her face.

"Are you willing to tell it for your husband?" Min Lansheng looked down at her eyes, and at herself in the pupils of her eyes; the bronze mirror on the dowry is too small, but in my eyes, you are me now all of...

Su Xiazhi raised her head and looked at herself in his eyes: the happiness in the young woman's smile even felt a little too much for herself, "Say it, tell it, I want to hear it!"

Throwing into his arms, Su Xiazhi turned her head to the side, just enough to hear his heartbeat.

"My wife is of course the most beautiful in my eyes." He finally said what she wanted to hear, and Su Xiazhi dimpled again with a foolish smile.

He said: In his eyes, the lady is the most beautiful, that's enough.She just wants to be the most beautiful woman in his eyes.

Su Xiazhi didn't know that love is like this until now, making you willing to be a fool, just because he likes...

"Come on, sit down, and make a bun for you." Min Lansheng helped the lady sit in front of the desk, and carefully tied her hair into a bun.She reached out to grab the gold hairpin that was in the small drawer, but she stopped her: "I'm trying to figure out where to raise money to build a house next month, so why would I dare to wear this?"

When she said this, Min Lansheng immediately understood, sighed lightly, and picked up the mahogany hairpin next to the dowry to fix her bun: "The broken hair is getting less, and the lady has more beautiful hair."

"Beautiful hair? Cut!" She opened her eyes since she traveled through time, and she knew that her hair was not very good.It is thin and thin, and when it is braided, it drags behind like a thin pig's tail, which is really not worthy of the word beautiful hair.

"Feel it yourself." Taking her hand and putting it on the newly combed hair, Xiucai let the lady feel it for herself.

"It seems... that's too much!" The hair under his hand was really thicker, Su Xiazhi scratched it hard, and was immediately beaten by the husband.

"It's just been combed, don't you know how to be gentle?" I rubbed a little sweet-scented osmanthus oil in the palm of my hand, and smoothed the messy strands of the lady's hair.He held her head tightly to prevent her from moving around, looked at it for a while before nodding his head and said: "The skill of combing your husband's hair is no worse than that of those mothers-in-law!"

Su Xiazhi pursed her lips and stood up with a smile: "I don't comb it well now." Put down the small bronze mirror, put away the dowry and put it in the cabinet.

"It's okay." He nodded reluctantly, as if he was still not very satisfied with his bun.

"It looks good to me." The scholar's hair is also combed by her now. Su Xiazhi does not seek perfection in her studies, but only seeks speed. Often, Min Lansheng feels that she just sits on the chair with disheveled hair, and feels her scalp tightening on her head. As if scratching for a while, the person behind had already sent a message: "It's finished combing..."

The window was set up, and Gao Yue was still practicing in the yard.He just looked back when he heard the sound behind him.

Opening the door, seeing Sao Qingniang hanging under the eaves smiling and shaking in the breeze, Su Xiazhi's heart is as indescribably open as the distant sky against the doll.

(End of this chapter)