Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Xia Mingshuang felt a little dazed after hanging her clothes. It wasn't her intention, it was just that she was not used to the world of 1971, and she didn't know what to do.

This place is completely different from the world she was familiar with in her previous life. Even the countryside she traveled to in her previous life was much better than here.

According to the memory of the original owner, this was still the era of the people's communes. The members of the Gujialing commune worked in the fields with the production team leader to earn work points. Except for the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, they had to work regardless of wind or rain.

The original owner did not need to go to the fields or go to the brigade headquarters to work. He felt sorry for himself at home every day, either sleeping, or going to flatter his mother-in-law, or going back to his parents' house to find out about his first love.

It's hard to say.

She looked at the clothes that had been hung up to dry. Two of them belonged to the original owner, and one belonged to Zaizai. They washed the big ones, Er Zhuang and Miao Miao themselves.

Xiao Zai Zai's clothes... well, in Xia Ming's eyes, they were tattered, with patches and a few holes that were not mended. Looking at the clothes on Xiao Zai Zai's body, it was even more unbearable to look at.

At this time, there was a shortage of cloth in the countryside, and those poor families only had one set of clothes, and they didn't have to change or wash them. They could only wash them at night and hang them to dry before putting them on again.

Only those with better conditions can have a change of clothes.

Gu Yunshan earned wages, and naturally he also received industrial coupons, cloth coupons, etc. along with his wages. The original owner had no shortage of cloth. But the original owner was weird. In addition to making clothes for herself, she used fabrics and cloth tickets as favors to please others. She would rather beat up a dog than make clothes for her children.

The four children in the family were all dressed in rags, so Gu Yunshan was the only one who could dress decently when he went home, which was really hard to describe.

The little Zaizai is now bare buttocks, not wearing shorts, and wearing a sack-like pullover with slits at the bottom, a scratched hole at the back, slits at the shoulders, and a big pudding sewn at the front. When the line is turned on, the patch flutters and sways with the movement.

Hey.

Xia Mingshuang felt that he had sighed more in the past two days than in his whole life.

She saw Miao Miao cooking, so she went into the house to find a sewing basket to sew the little Zaizai's pullover pocket.

It is easier to look at flowers than to embroider them. Although she has the memory of the original owner, she is not yet familiar with it, and her secrets are revealed as soon as she gets started.

How could she, a modern and delicate girl, know how to do needlework?

It was hard to put on the needle and thread, but after two stitches, the thread came off!

Put it on and continue sewing. The stitches are particularly ugly with thick needles and large threads!

Xia Ming's face turned green.

Am I so stupid?

"Hiss—" I accidentally pricked my finger.

Xia Mingshuang frowned in pain and quickly sucked the wound, feeling frustrated and angry.

I have a big display cabinet full of clothes!

Some clothes are worn once and then thrown away. Why do they need to be mended?

Sometimes I just throw it away without washing it!

"Mom..." Miao Miao stood at the door and said timidly: "Let me sew it for you."

Although her mother always scolded her and sometimes hit her when she got angry, she was still her mother, and she felt very distressed when she saw her mother prick her finger.

Even though her mother would scold her for showing off, she still wanted to help sew to prevent her mother from pricking her fingers again.

Xia Mingshuang followed Shan Ruliu and threw the clothes to Miaomiao.

The little girl's movements were very smooth, and she quickly repaired the holes. Although it was not a perfect fit, it did not prick her hands. The stitches were neat and precise and not messy. At least it was much better than Xia Ming's double needlework.

In fact, the original owner was very good at needlework, but Xia Mingshuang had just come in. Although he had a memory, he still needed to become familiar with the skills in his hands.

She praised herself: "I've been dizzy these past two days."

Miaomiao cautiously agreed, "That's right. Mom is usually good at needlework. She's been sick these past two days because she's had a fever. It's better to rest more. I'll wash the clothes."

My mother actually went to the river to wash clothes and mend my little brother's clothes today. It was like the sun was rising in the west!