Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 293 If it grows longer, she will become an old woman
It has never been her style to just talk but not act.

She rolled up her sleeves and smiled at Li Dan, "Dan'er, mother always keeps what she says, and she will start changing Dan'er right away."

Li Dan clapped his hands, "Okay, mother, I will watch you do it, if you can't do it, you will be punished."

"Dan'er said, what will I punish my mother for?"

Li Dan rested his chin on one hand, turned around, and finally set his eyes on Da Ya, biting Song Yaomei's ear mysteriously.

"Mom, I want to."

Da Ya watched the two of them biting their ears, and also wanted to know.

But in the end, she still stood there and didn't come to listen together, "Childish!" She pouted.

Seeing the two little people like this, Song Yaomei laughed even harder.

Patting Li Dan on the back, "Dan'er, your sister wants to know, do you want to tell her?"

On the other hand, he looked very flabbergasted, with his head raised high, "Mother, I don't care, I only told my mother this secret, if other people find out, I will never talk to my mother again."

Song Yaomei looked at Da Ya helplessly, it's not that mother doesn't want to tell, but it's your brother and mother's secret.

However, although she is destined to win this bet, she is willing to prepare it for the children.

After this little episode, Song Yaomei began to drum up her own wine.

The first is to find a smaller jar, and then the sugar.

Dry the cleaned grapes, and finally start to make them according to the practice of wine.

Da Ya was always standing by the side, clasping hands.

When everything was done, Song Yaomei still didn't say a word Da Ya, "Da Ya, you don't want to ask Mother, what did Dan'er say to Mother?"

The big girl looked indifferent, wiped the water on the table, and said listlessly: "Mother, since you promised my brother, you will naturally not tell me. If I ask, if you tell me, then you are If you don’t keep your word, if you don’t tell me, it’s useless for me to ask.”

Song Yaomei was choked, but she really had nothing to say.

"Mom, I want to make essential oils, can you give me some pointers?"

Song Yaomei was still burying her head, carefully looking at the jar in her hand to see if there was any dissatisfaction.

Hearing the words, he raised his head.

"Mother, your heart is not so glass-hearted, right? You can't listen to me just telling the truth, or are you actually not very confident in what you make?"

Song Yaomei scratched Da Ya's nose, "Da Ya, mother didn't remember to encourage you? Why did you grow so big all of a sudden? If you continue to grow, you will become an old woman."

She made an old woman with her hands.

Da Ya smiled and slapped Song Yaomei, "Mother, you are the old woman, you are the old woman!"

The two were laughing in the kitchen.

In the room, Li Dan and Li Sanlang were reading together.

Li Sanlang heard the laughter, raised his eyes to look at Li Dan, and saw that he seemed to want to see him very much.

Li Sanlang put down the book, "Dan'er, if you can't calm down and read, you should stop reading."

Li Dan blushed, but was stubborn, "Who said I don't want to study hard? I just wonder if mother will break her promise?"

"Since you didn't believe it at the beginning, why do you still say it? Now that you have said it, you must believe it forever. Otherwise, you will just create a bottomless pit for yourself." Li Sanlang returned to the tree and began to look through it again.

These days, he basically read all the books he was about to read.

Seeing that the college exam was coming, his mind became more and more chaotic.

Li Dan scratched his head, although he still didn't quite understand, but since his father said it, it made sense.

He followed suit.

Song Yaomei finished the wine, and then helped Da Ya to sort the flowers she picked.

Some flowers are edible, she is going to make a flower soup, and let her put the rest outside to dry.

Mrs. Li was still sitting in the shade in front of the door, embroidering a handkerchief.

The whole family was busy, so Song Yaomei came up with the idea of ​​the bathroom.

I've been busy these days, basically I don't have much time, but now that I have time, I still have to do something to make my life more comfortable.

She took a stick and drew on the ground.

The bathroom doesn’t need to be too big, it just needs to be in the yard, next to the woodshed.

But there is no plate in the house, she thought about it, and waited until she hired a long-term worker, and got it together, it would be better.

It is better to build the bathroom with bricks, after all, it is a place to take a bath, in case someone will peek.

Time passed gradually, she raised her eyes to look at the time, the sun had already hung high.

It's time to make lunch.

But when she was waiting for her to go to the kitchen again, she was surprised to find that Da Ya was slicing fish fillets.

Seeing her earnest look, Song Yaomei backed out quietly.

In that case, she could draw some pictures of beautiful clothes.

Not many, just a few sets will do.

Since she wants to drive the cloth pile, she naturally needs to have all three gears.

To be able to satisfy everyone.

Da Yingchao's clothes are relatively conservative, almost wrapping the woman's body tightly, but looking at the dumb lady she met today, Song Yaomei thinks about her clothes, and feels that the atmosphere in the capital has already changed. It has become more and more to design clothes to highlight the beauty of women.

So after thinking about it, she decided to add some Tang Dynasty elements.

Then there is the issue of fabrics. What she sees are basically fabrics, but since it is embroidery, Huaniang should know that there are silk clothes.

But the day is getting hotter, and the silk clothes are easy to stick to the body, so not many people are willing to wear them.

The most important point is that Qingyun County is really too poor.

It is another hundred and eight thousand miles away from the capital, which is how it is now.

It was only time to draw a few pictures, Song Yaomei stretched her waist, saw that the sun above her head was almost in the middle, and then remembered that her lunch was not ready yet.

When she trotted to the kitchen, she found that a table of dishes had already been prepared on the table.

Some of them were made by her, and there were sliced ​​fish fillets and peeled garlic in the basin.

"Mom, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I don't know how to make this fish fillet." She still had a spatula in her hand.

Song Yaomei looked at the sweat on her face and her tightly frowning eyebrows, and complained: "Big girl, why don't you call me mother?"

"Mom, these things are so simple, I want to practice my hands."

"Really?"

"Really, it's truer than stone!"

Come on, this is also learning to speak by yourself.

That's all, since the child wants to learn, she will teach her.

Song Yaomei rolled up her sleeves and took the spatula from Da Ya's hand, "However, Mother told you that cooking fumes are very heavy. You will learn it in the future. Be careful that Mother is lazy, and you have to do everything." .”

(End of this chapter)