The wrong marriage: the arrogant husband comes to farm

Chapter 37
Qin Mengyao polished the ink as if he had found a treasure, carefully held the brush, spread a piece of yellowed paper on the table, and carefully drew a pattern, and drew arrows at the key points to mark it carefully in italics, After painting, I waited for the ink to dry slowly before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"What are you drawing?" Nan Cheng Mo finally couldn't help but put down the collection of poems in his hand and asked. He was getting more and more confused about this woman.

"Hey, let me show you." Qin Mengyao carefully held the paper full of pictures to the bed, and saw that the paper was full of various flower pots, either square or round or strangely shaped. It also vividly outlines many patterns of flowers and birds, while the side is densely filled with annotations.

Nan Cheng looked at the pattern on the paper in perplexity, "What's the use of drawing these flower pots, and there are no flowers to grow at home?"

"Well, you'll understand after two days." Qin Mengyao took the drawing with a smile, folded it very carefully and put it in his arms, and put the pen and ink back into the box.

At night, Li Dazhuang just came back from the field, and just after eating, he heard Qin Mengyao's door calling.Zhong'er has been talking about it every day since he ate the meaty noodles, and when he heard Qin Mengyao's voice, he was naturally happy to greet him outside the door.As expected, Qin Mengyao put down the basket in his hand, only to see a few round pancakes lying inside, the greedy Zhong'er swallowed, but thinking of his mother's teachings, he just stood aside and watched eagerly.

Seeing Zhong'er's expression, Qin Mengyao couldn't help laughing, grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into Zhong'er's hand, Zhong'er looked at the dough cake in his hand, and then looked up at Aunt Li.

Aunt Li looked at Zhong'er's appearance, she was both angry and loving, so she said, "You can eat what my sister gives you, but have you thanked my sister yet?"

"Thank you pretty sister!" Zhong'er blinked his big black and white eyes, and then ran to the side and started to eat.

"Mengyao, it's so dark, why did you come here alone, Mr. Nan, is it better now? Come as you please, why do you need to bring so much food, it's too expensive." Aunt Li As he said that, his face became more and more embarrassed.

Half of Pulan City is near the sea, and it is the only way to the Western Regions. It is located in a traffic fortress, and it is considered rich in Lei Country. There are many families with great wealth and wealth. However, poor families like Li Dazhuang's family still account for most.

On weekdays, if you can afford cornmeal, you are considered rich. If the harvest is not good, maybe when the wheat seedlings turn green, the family will run out of food, and the wild vegetables in the fields are often dug up to fill their stomachs. .Although Aunt Li's family is not short of food and clothing, she only dares to buy some white noodles and meat to entertain guests during the Chinese New Year, and she is absolutely reluctant to eat them on weekdays.

Sending Qin Mengyao some white flour to eat, I feel that I owe a lot.

"Aunt Li, don't say that. If it weren't for the help of you and uncle, I'm afraid we would have been living on the streets." Qin Mengyao was full of gratitude, "To be honest, I also have something to ask this time."

"Mengyao, if you have something to say, just ask, as long as Zhong'er and I and his father can help, we will try our best." Aunt Li has an upright temper, and she answered without waiting for Li Dazhuang to speak.

"I drew a blueprint, and I want to ask Uncle Li to help me. I don't know which kiln here makes the best earthenware flower pots. I want to make a batch of flower pots with the shape drawn on this blueprint." Qin Meng Yao took out the carefully folded drawing from his arms and handed it to Li Dazhuang.

"Firing flower pots..." Li Dazhuang unfolded the drawing, and saw nearly ten styles of flower pots were scattered on a piece of paper, and some small characters were marked on the side, but it was a pity that Li Dazhuang's words were not one.However, the style of the flower pot was very novel, which attracted Li Dazhuang's compliments, and then he carefully put it away and put it in a small cloth bag.

(End of this chapter)