The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

Wen Qingliu bought a few blank handkerchiefs without any patterns on them.

Although the flower pattern is beautiful, it is still too simple.

Wen Qingliu planned to give these handkerchiefs to Qian Xi, as for the patterns.

Isn’t customization much better than a single pattern?

She went to the cloth shop again and bought cloth of various patterns and colors. Xiaoqi was growing up and had nothing to play with.

She planned to buy it and sew a doll for her to play with.

Qian Xi's embroidery skills are quite good, which is a skill that can be relied upon in this era.

She is also smart and gradually turned the habit into a hobby.

She likes embroidery more and more.

When she saw Wen Qingliu bringing back a few silk handkerchiefs, she was very pleased.

"Fourth sister-in-law, this is the handkerchief from Xiuchunlou, it's really beautiful."

"Why don't these have any patterns?"

Wen Qingliu glanced at her happy eyes and smiled.

"I'll draw some patterns later and I want you to help me embroider them."

When Wen Qingliu returned to the room to draw patterns, he also drew a few dolls that looked like little pandas and little tigers.

Qian Xi knocked on the door and poked his head in.

"Sister-in-law, can I come in?"

After getting the permission, Qian Xi walked in, sat next to her and watched her draw quietly.

"Fourth sister-in-law? What are you talking about?"

"It's called a doll, a rag doll. Do you want to try sewing it?"

Qian Xi was a little unsure because when she was a child she only had rag dolls made of rags.

The doll pattern drawn by Fourth Sister-in-law looks like it will be round when made.

I always think it would be very cute.

"Mother, mother."

Xiaowu came in from the door, snuggled into Wen Qingliu's arms, and looked at her with his big eyes blinking.

"Mom, I don't want to play duck mom. It's not fun anymore."

Wen Qingliu scratched his nose with his finger, a smile on his lips.

"Well, I'll sew a pocket for you guys to play with later."

Xiao Wu asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What is a pocket? Is it fun?"

Qian Xi also looked over with a puzzled look.

He had never heard of the concept of pocket.

Wen Qingliu sent Xiaowu away and picked up a piece of ink-colored cloth and cut it into six squares of similar size.

Seal them one by one to form a cloth bag, leaving a small opening at the end.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed some corn, mixed it with sand and soil, and then sewed it up.

Wen Qingliu measured the size and Xiaowu could easily hold it in his hand.

The weight is not too heavy and it won’t hurt if it hits your body.

Xiaowu heard his mother's voice coming from the room and ran over excitedly.

He ran so fast that he nearly fell down. Fortunately, Wei was quick to pick him up.

These three children all have one characteristic: when they are well behaved, you just need to look at them.

All I see is his smile, but if he’s not feeling well or gets hurt from falling, he’s not comforted in time.

Like a little cannonball, he could cry out with just a loud noise.

Seeing Xiaowu pouting and looking aggrieved, Wei patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't run too fast, Xiaowu."

Xiaowu patted his chest and said, "Ouch, I'm so scared."

But he forgot it quickly because he was thinking about the new toys his mother made for him.

With his mind full of new toys, Xiaowu rushed into the house like a gust of wind.

Wen Qingliu weighed the pocket he had just sewn in his hand, made sure there was no sand or dirt leaking, and then handed it to Xiaowu.

"Take it and play with your brothers. You can throw it to the third brother and then to the second brother.

"You can also have one of you stand on one side and the others stand in the middle. Don't get hit by the pockets, or you'll lose."

Qian Xi felt itchy after hearing this and wanted to go out and play too.

Wen Qingliu said, "Xixi, go and help keep an eye on them. These kids will surely cry if they get hit."

Qian Xi received the order and picked up Xiaowu.

"Let's go, Xiaowu, let's go find our brother and play pocket throwing!"

Xiaowu giggled happily and responded, "Cousin is leaving!"

"Xiaowu, how do we play this?"

A baby voice was heard, and Xiaowu recalled his mother's explanation and explained it to his eldest brother.

"Wow, Fourth Aunt is so smart, she can actually do something fun like this."

The third brother Suiqing sighed sincerely, followed by the second brother's voice echoing him.

"Fourth Aunt is really smart."

The cheerful voices of children came from the yard, and Zhao Zhizhi joined the battle without knowing when.

The two aunts stood at both ends, and in the middle, the four brothers were anxiously dodging the pockets that were thrown at them.

Xiaowu was short, and every time we aimed at him, he would squat and the pocket would pass over his head.

Zhao Zhizhi and the other person were completely speechless.

Amidst this atmosphere of laughter and joy, Mrs. Qiu and Mrs. Wei prepared dinner in the kitchen.

Zhao Chen and Cui each held a child who had just woken up and sighed.

"He just woke up at this hour. He might make trouble again in the evening."

"It's hard to say. Xiaoliu has been tossing and turning these past two days. If I put him on the bed and let him toss and turn for a while, I guess he will fall asleep."

Wen Qingliu was also not idle after finishing drawing the patterns on the doll.

I have a new idea in my head.

People just want something new and fresh, and this doll is something that little girls really like.

Let's just wait and see if my second sister-in-law or Xixi can do a good job.

"Qingliu, don't stay in your room anymore, come out and eat."

Speaking of eating, Wen Qingliu got a headache again. She was a person who always planned ahead.

Although the child is only three months old, he has already thought about weaning in the future.

There was no baby formula in that era, and she didn’t know what to feed her child after he was weaned.

She also asked her sisters-in-law, and they all said that she could drink some rice porridge at that time.

But she felt that the child was too young and drinking rice porridge or rice soup was always different.

She also knew that children who drank rice porridge and rice soup grew up healthy.

But before he died, he knew that the children he saw would drink milk powder to supplement their nutrition even if they were weaned.

At worst, I will drink milk.

But the most common cattle in this era are yellow cattle, which are used for plowing the fields.

Wen Qingliu sighed. He had been here for so long, but he had never seen a cow.

But fortunately, there is still some time before weaning, so if all else fails, I can just find a ewe.

The nutritional content of goat milk and cow milk should be similar.

But she didn't care too much. It didn't matter if the child went hungry, especially since the child wasn't hungry yet.

But she is different. As she grows older, her stomach becomes bigger and her appetite becomes even bigger.

Don't starve.

Just as I was picking up the chopsticks, I saw a ghost floating into the yard.

It was the red plum blossom that I had just caught a few days ago.

Hongmei's face was full of excitement, and Wen Qingliu ate faster when he saw this.

Mrs. Qiu couldn't help laughing and got her another bowl and filled it with soup.

"Don't be in a hurry and eat slowly. No one will snatch it from you."

Having said that, Wen Qingliu still ate very quickly. When he finished eating, he went back to his room.

Zhao Chen was startled by her and said hesitantly, "This child, he stays in the room all day long and I don't know what he is busy with."

Wen Qingliu turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and only listened to Hongmei's story.