After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

"Puchi! Xiaoyan, how can the sword be embroidered on the embroidery? Only you think it looks good!" Bai Qingyun heard Xiaoyan's childish talk and exposed it mercilessly.

The little girl knew she was being teased and her face suddenly turned red. Fortunately, the person who made fun of her was Bai Qingyun. If it was someone else, they would have been injured by her wooden sword.

Now she could only refute in a soft voice: "No way, Xiao Yan will definitely embroider the most beautiful sword, just wait and see Sister Yun!"

"Okay, okay!" Facing the child's declaration, Bai Qingyun just thought it was just a child's joke and didn't take it seriously.

But facing the punishment from Bai's mother, she was now very curious: "Mom, what about me? What should I embroider?"

She thought secretly, please don't make it too difficult. If it is difficult, won't Sister Shuer have to take a long time to embroider it?

The girl's beautiful dream did not last long before it was ruthlessly shattered by her own mother.

Bai's mother's beautiful eyes tilted, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said, "You have never learned embroidery before, so today you should learn how to embroider your own name!"

Bai Qingyun grinned: "Okay, mother!"

It’s a good name. Although the fonts of this era are not as clear-stroked and rigorous-structured as the regular script of modern times.

The font tends to be running script, which is between regular script and cursive script, with a certain continuity between the strokes.

Her name has only a few strokes, and with the continuous strokes, it is not particularly difficult to embroider.

If it were handed over to someone as skilled in embroidery as Sister Shuer, it would probably take more than an hour to complete!

Bai Qingyun's smile was like a cool breeze, bringing coolness like a spring breeze in the hot summer.

Although the smile was pleasant, the ruthless person who splashed water on it made the already soaked clothes even colder.

Bai's mother stood up, with a standard official smile on her lips but not in her eyes, and said to the three people: "Well, it's almost the end of the Chen hour now, so hurry up and embroider. Bai Yi said that she will start the class earlier tonight to make up for the missed class today!"

Then she walked towards her daughter, meeting her hidden sly smile and said, "My little girl, you have never had any experience of embroidery before. Come and embroider with me today. If there is anything you don't understand, I, as your mother, can give you some pointers."

"Hehe, Mom~" Even if Bai Qingyun was a slow-witted person, he would have noticed it at this moment, let alone her.

Her clever trick was torn apart by her mother's own hands. Her originally calm heart could no longer calm down, and she could only act like a spoiled child and roll around to try to get away with it.

This female tyrant who was fearless in public was rarely able to use any tricks today.

"Alright!" Bai's mother hurriedly stopped her arm from being thrown up before it was the hundred and first time, and spoke helplessly while holding her dizzy head.

"It's settled then. I have everything ready. You don't need to go back to your room to prepare anything. Just follow me!"

Bai's mother turned around and made a move to leave, but she noticed the slow pace of the little girl behind her and stopped to threaten, "If you can't finish it today, let your grandmother take you with her tomorrow. She is also very skilled in embroidery!"

The little girl was not afraid of other people's bad words, nor was she afraid of the dangers outside. The only thing she was afraid of was the soft knife of her family, especially the two old people who had spoiled her since she was born.

The old man would not hit or scold me, but would comfort me with words. If you don’t want to embroider, then fine, I will go without food until you finish embroidering!

It was this soft-knife strategy that always worked extremely well for Bai Qingyun.

Bai Qingyun had no choice but to slowly lift his heavy feet, but he answered very quickly: "Okay, okay, mom, I just lost my focus for a moment, don't go to grandma to complain, I promise to finish embroidering my name today."

She held Bai's mother's arm and walked out, muttering softly, "You're just learning to complain like those sour scholars!"

Bai Qingyun left, leaving only a lonely figure at the corner at the end of the courtyard.

Xiao Yan held it in for a long time, and asked Xie Shuer naively and uncertainly: "Sister Shuer, why do you feel that Sister Yun is possessed by a demon?"

Xie Shuer suppressed her laughter and shook her head, saying, "Your sister Yun has been... manipulated by Madam!"

She thought for a long time before she remembered the word Yun'er said to her last night. It shouldn't be used correctly, right?

However, this question is destined to remain unconfirmed. Xie Shuer took Xiao Yan back to the room, ready to complete today's task as soon as possible and make up for the missed courses as soon as possible.

In the small courtyard of Mr. and Mrs. Bai.

Completely different from the scene in Bai Qingyun's courtyard was the fact that Bai's mother had planted all kinds of flowers in the open space of the courtyard. The passages leading to the rooms were decorated with gravel underneath and the surface was polished to be smooth.

The layout of the flowers is also very particular. When every window is opened, the wind brings the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard through the windowsill and blows into the room.

Whether you are lying on the bed, sitting on the sofa, or sitting in front of the desk... you can smell the fragrance filling the room.

Bai Qingyun sat on the sofa, her mood was completely different from the night before. At this moment, she felt as if there were millions of ants and needles making trouble under her delicate buttocks, making it impossible for her to sit still.

Just as the pattern on the embroidered handkerchief had formed a continuous stroke, Bai Qingyun began to feel uneasy and swayed from side to side.

Bai's mother, who was sitting in front of the desk, had already turned a few pages of the account book in her hand. Thanks to the algorithm taught by Bai Qingyun, the account book now not only saved a lot of time fiddling with the abacus, but was also concise and clear, and easy to understand at a glance.

Father Bai went to the village to discuss matters early this morning, and she also needed to quickly settle the family accounts so that she could invest in the construction of the honeycomb coal factory.

Just as she put down the account book, she saw Bai Qingyun's slumped posture, which was unbearable to look at. She had no choice but to get up and sit next to her daughter: "Little one, is there anything you don't know?"

It is not difficult to embroider Bai Qingyun's name, and there is no need to learn any special embroidery method. You just need to follow the steps and there will be no big problem. It's just a matter of whether the embroidered work looks good or not.

Bai's mother knew this, but still went to ask. Naturally, she knew that it was difficult for her daughter to sit still, and she wanted to chat with her for a while to comfort her.

However, the daughter, who used to talk to her mother about everything, rarely spoke when her mother initiated a conversation.

Bai Qingyun silently picked up the embroidery handkerchief and needle and thread, ignoring her mother's voice, and began to embroider her name with a pout.

But from time to time, some inhalation sounds could be heard coming out of that little mouth.

"Hiss~" Bai Qingyun's index finger was pierced by the needle because he used too much force. Fortunately, the needle was blunt and did not pierce, but he just felt some pain.

"Hiss~" She pierced the side of her right hand again because she was distracted while embroidering, but this time the painful area was a little delicate. All of a sudden, she saw some deep red blood slowly gathering and forming a big blood bead.