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"Did you hear that, my father didn't know how to speak when he was a child? He only learned it when he grew up. Don't be anxious, little fat man, take your time. Mom believes that little fat man will be able to speak one day."

After Meng Wantang comforted the little guy, he asked Goudan and Gou Sheng to take Xiaopang out.

It's not completely dark yet.

Summer is long.

It doesn't get dark until after 40:[-].

It's been quite hot recently.

There are no entertainment facilities now. After eating, everyone went outside to enjoy the shade under the big trees. This is a rare break. The men sit together and brag, and the women sit together and gossip.

Some old men were still holding the outer layer of corn cobs in their hands to make futons.

Women sat outside with needles and thread, chatting and sewing.

It seems that there is no poker in this era, everyone plays cards.

Solitaire is a long and narrow piece of mahjong tiles, and several people sit together to play.

The characters on the cards are from Water Margin.

Playing this card is called looking at the cards.

The adults gathered together to play while the children watched.

Lu Qingye didn't go out. The child was outside anyway and he couldn't throw it away.

Meng Wantang brought over the pure white cotton and Lu Qingye's shirts, and quickly made several white shirts. This cloth, in addition to being used for white shirts, is also used as pajamas and pajamas.

Meng Wantang also made herself two white shirts.

She thought for a while and made a white shirt for each of the three children.

The pants cannot be made white.

She found some dark-colored fabrics from the dyed fabrics and made a pair of black trousers for herself and her three children.

After making it, she asked Lu Qingye: "What do you think of these pants?"

"Good."

Lu Qingye didn't expect her skills to be so good.

"Make one for you too?" Meng Wantang asked him.

Lu Qingye's trousers are all navy blue, which he wore in the army. They are very good and can be worn easily without breaking.

"No, I still have pants. You can wear them with your child." Lu Qingye had money in his pocket, but he was really good at living.

Meng Wantang thought for a while and said: "During this period, the children have also gained a little weight. I plan to take the children to the county photo studio to take a family portrait. I took it this summer and will take another one next summer. That's it. Record the growth of our children and our family.”

"it is good."

Lu Qingye had no objection.

"Then you should make the same pair of trousers! Otherwise, we would all wear the same trousers, and you would be the only one wearing a different color, and it would look out of place."

Meng Wantang took the opportunity to persuade.

Lu Qingye: "..."

What else could he say but agree.

Meng Wantang was too slow at work.

Just put the fabric here and dare to cut without worrying about cutting the fabric.

"Have you ever learned to make clothes before?" Lu Qingye asked tentatively.

"kindness."

Meng Wantang paused.

She was so quick with her mouth that I really wanted to slap myself.

When she was young, her family forced her to study medicine, so she developed a rebellious mood. She secretly studied fashion design and went to a clothing factory to work there for several months.

What the family means is that she learns from her, and her family members teach their family members.

She didn’t want to study medicine, but she learned it anyway.

I wanted to learn fashion design, but I only learned how to make patterns, cut, and sew. As long as you know these things by heart and are familiar with them, it will be fine.

If not for that accident.

Maybe she wouldn't be an orphan.

Meng Wantang lowered his head, blinked quickly, squeezed away the tears from his eyes, pretended that nothing happened, and said casually: "If you don't know how to make clothes, do you still need to buy clothes? It's better to buy one dress. A few dollars. Find similar materials and make a dress yourself. It doesn’t cost more than two dollars. I’m talking about a summer skirt or something.”

Lu Qingye understood.

She loves beauty so much and likes to buy clothes so much. She must think that it would be more cost-effective to buy the cloth and make two more skirts.

"How much did you spend on these cloths?" Meng Wantang suddenly asked him.

This time it was Lu Qingye's turn to be speechless.

"I spent all my salary."

Meng Wantang: "..."

Suddenly it was unpleasant.

She looked at the cloths at the edge of the kang, took a deep breath, and told herself not to be angry. Men are like this, let them do something and don't make you angry to death.

She really wanted to yell hysterically, why did you buy so many rags? ? ?

Might as well just buy white cotton.

Meng Wantang felt a little headache.

Seeing that she was silent, Lu Qingye secretly observed her face and knew that Meng Wantang was trying his best to control his emotions. He stood up silently and said, "I'm going to see the children."

With that said, the person left.

In the blink of an eye, they were at the door.

Meng Wantang stared.

Can she still eat him?

"Dog?"

"Sister-in-law, come!"

Miao Yinhua entered the house and saw Meng Wantang making clothes. She also saw the cloth piled on the top of the kang in their home and said in surprise: "So much cloth?"

Meng Wantang sighed: "Don't mention it, he was deceived."

Lu Qingye, who had just walked under the window and planned to take a sip of water: "..."

"What happened? Why were you deceived?" Miao Yinhua suddenly became energetic. She either wanted to watch the excitement or was just curious.

When people are curious, they want to get to the bottom of something.

Meng Wantang didn't speak, and his face sank first.

"People said it was defective cloth and it was cheap. But he bought it for [-] cents. He didn't have enough money, so he borrowed money from others and bought so much defective cloth. With so much cloth, I just make clothes for my children every day. I can’t wear them all. The quilts at home are more than enough to make one for each person. Even if I make a few sets of replacements, I can’t use them all.”

Meng Wantang said while complaining about Lu Qingye: "Look, who buys this white cotton cloth? I can't use this as a bed sheet and quilt cover. There are so many people covering me at night. So I thought of making two A top, just a white shirt will do."

Outside the window, Lu Qingye wanted to open the closet and take out the first two sets of pajamas she made to show others.

Does she dislike white clothes?

Obviously I just don't like it.

A woman's ability to speak nonsense is innate, and she doesn't even make a rough draft.

If he hadn't known that she liked these white cottons very much, he would have almost believed that what she said was true.

"Men are like this, bad at work." Miao Yinhua watched Meng Wantang cutting cloth to make trousers. She touched the scraps of fabric and found that the quality of the cotton was quite good, so she said, "If you don't like this cloth too much, Give me two yuan? I want to make two clothes for your brother. The clothes on his body are all torn."

"Okay, you can choose it yourself. Whatever color you want, you can get it. I told you, this cloth is all defective and dyed."

"It's okay. The clothes and pants of us farmers just don't expose the flesh. They all wear patches. It doesn't matter if they are dyed in different colors."

"Then you say so, just pick it yourself."

Outside the window, Lu Qingye realized.