The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 308 Who is it?

"Your father and mother must be very worried about you. It's just that they are too busy to take care of it now. They will ask you when they are done. You'd better tell them." Zhang Xiaohua persuaded.

"But my father and mother will beat me to death." Wang Xiaolian's attitude was a little loose.

"No, they just said that. Parents are all savages. How could your parents love you so much and beat you to death? At most, they just scolded you and beat you a few times."

"But I'm afraid, I'm really afraid." Wang Xiaolian lowered her head and whimpered, "When I think about them knowing that I did such a shameful thing, I will, I won't dare."

Zhang Xiaohua's most annoying thing is to comfort others, and even more annoying to find someone to comfort her. When she has any sad things, she basically finds a place where no one is around to digest herself, but now she can't be bothered here.

"You are wrong. What you did is not shameful. Neither will your parents think it is shameful. They won't be angry because of this."

Wang Xiaolian stared blankly at Zhang Xiaohua.

"What did you say, not ashamed?"

"Yes, it's not shameful. Your father and mother will be angry because you were cheated. It's not shameful, you know?"

Wang Xiaolian still can't turn the corner, of course she can't turn the corner, this is not the modern age where premarital sex is common.

Zhang Xiaohua didn't explain too much.

"Just remember that they are angry because you were cheated, so don't be afraid, they will protect you and think about your future for you. If you don't tell me, you can't rely on yourself."

Wang Xiaolian vaguely felt that Zhang Xiaohua knew everything, so she blurted out.

"Did you know this because the kidnapper took you away?"

Zhang Xiaohua stared.

"Are you trying to say that I didn't know this until I slept with a man?"

"Then why do you know these things? I don't understand." Wang Xiaolian didn't think she was wrong.

"I understand because I'm smart, you don't understand because you're stupid!" Zhang Xiaohua lost her patience, "Okay, I'm still busy, you go back."

This man is not worthy of pity!
She understood Wang Xiaolian's psychology. When she encountered that incident, she thought that everyone would encounter it. If she was uncomfortable, she hoped that everyone would be uncomfortable!

How could she be so unlucky to provoke such a person!

Wang Xiaolian did not leave, but continued.

"You haven't been home for so many days, and I'm not the only one who said that."

"Wang Xiaolian, you should worry about your own affairs." Zhang Xiaohua said and got busy.

Wang Xiaolian felt bored, so she took the knife and left.

Seeing Wang Xiaolian walking, Zhao Sanhu ran over.

"She said bad things about you, why are you playing with her!"

"I didn't play with her, it was she who wanted to play with me, did I ignore her if I didn't look at her!"

Zhang Xiaohua didn't expect that Zhao Sanhu also knew that Wang Xiaolian had said bad things about her.

Zhao Sanhu said oh, and ran away.

Wang Xiaolian still didn't dare to speak, she didn't listen to Zhang Xiaohua's words, told her parents, and continued to remain silent.

Zhang Xiaohua naturally didn't pay attention to it, she was very busy every day, she couldn't do her own things, so she wouldn't worry about other people's things!

When the shoes and socks were finished, she asked Zhang Daniu to go to the town again, brought back a few bolts of cloth bought in the capital city last time, and made clothes for herself.

A vest, boxer briefs, and a long-sleeved pullover shirt were made of muslin, as well as drawers.

After doing this, I found my two tattered clothes, mended them, sewed them together, made jackets and trousers, and wore them outside to pretend to be poor.

No way, dressing well will cause trouble.

People in the country wear their clothes like this. In winter, the cotton coats are stripped of cotton in spring and made into jackets. In summer, the inner lining is stripped off and worn as single clothes. In autumn, they are made into jackets, and cotton batting is added in winter. Wear it in a loop.

If it is broken, make a patch, and if it is small, connect a piece, so that it can be worn for decades without any accidents.

Even in modern times, in the countryside of the 80s and [-]s, this is also the case. New clothes are worn for three years, old clothes are worn for three years, and sewing and mending are another three years. This is almost ten years.

Children wear their parents' clothes, and the young ones wear big ones. Basically, they all come here.

It's not like later, clothes are not easy to throw away, clothes are worn several times and thrown away, clothes are outdated and thrown away, what a waste!

Zhang Xiaohua also threw away a lot of clothes, and now thinking about it, her heart aches to death.

He made a jacket to wear on his body, and sewed Zhang Erniu's two jackets together for a change of clothes.

Each piece is made bigger and looser so that it can be worn with a cotton jacket in winter.Also, she is still growing, and when she grows bigger, there is no need to take it out.

After I finished, I started to make Zhang Daniu. I also used better cloth for vests and underwear, shirts and underpants, and patched clothes on the outside.

She gave it to Zhang Da Niu if she was good at it.

"Brother, please pay attention to the clothes inside so that no one can see them."

In fact, there is no need to worry about this. Children in the country basically don’t take off their clothes to sleep, and poor people’s clothes are also quilts.

The Zhang family is better, but the child also sleeps in clothes, so that it is warm in winter and saves trouble in summer.

Zhang Xiaohua is only worried about one thing. If she does not take off her clothes for a long time, does not change her clothes, and does not take a bath, she will easily get lice.

Talking about his worries, Zhang Daniu looked at her.

"Even if I wash it every day, it's useless. The lice on Dahu's body will also crawl on me."

Zhang Xiaohua was discouraged.

"Can't you tell them to wash?"

But Zhang Daniu ended the topic, and instead folded his shirt, underpants, and underpants.

"I don't wear it now, I will wear it when I go to school. I will go to town tomorrow and put it in the box." Then he said, "By the way, sister, can you make some shoes and socks for the driver? His shoes and socks are very old. His feet are just like Daddy's."

Zhang Xiaohua blinked her eyes.

"He still needs me to do it?"

"It's kind of a wish, we bothered him so much."

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, she nodded repeatedly.

"What big brother said is that I forgot about this. Okay, you go to work first, I can make it in the afternoon, and you can take it with you tomorrow!"

Zhang Daniu said with some doubts.

"It was made in one afternoon? I think it will take several days for my mother to make shoes and socks!"

"There are soles made by Niangna at home, I just need to put on uppers."

Zhang Xiaohua fooled, Zhang Daniu left without thinking too much.

According to the size of Boss Zhang, Zhang Xiaohua quickly made the uncle's shoes and socks, and made a pair of gloves after thinking about it.

People who work hard outside need to protect their hands!
Zhang Daniu saw that his sister really made it, and it was done very well, so he said casually.

"Sister, when I go to school, you can make me a coat. It's the kind of long gown my uncle wears."

"That's hard to do, isn't it?"

Zhang Xiaohua felt that it was difficult to control the fatness and thinness of the long gown, unlike the jackets worn by country people, it can be worn as long as it can be worn, and it is not so particular.

"That's so difficult!"

Zhang Daniu believed in his sister very much.

"Okay, when you come back, bring back the piece of cloth you like."

Zhang Daniu left, the millet was almost peeled, the sky was clear and the autumn sun was shining brightly, Zhang Xiaohua jumped on the straw stack on a whim, made a fist as a microphone, and played a karaoke song!
"The moon travels through the white lotus-like clouds, and the evening wind blows bursts of joyful singing. We sit beside the high grain piles and listen to my mother telling about the past..."

(End of this chapter)