Destiny Koi, I'm cheating after rebirth

Gu Yan carried Gu Qingzhi onto the ox cart, and then helped Gu Wangshi onto the ox cart. Then he got on the ox cart and sat next to Gu Qingzhi.

Gu Qingzhi quickly moved closer to him and asked curiously in a low voice, "Brother, did that big guy take action?"

Gu Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly, nodded gently, turned sideways and lowered his voice, "I'll tell you in detail when we get back."

When Gu Qingzhi heard this, she was very happy. This big guy must have been sold for a lot of money.

On the way back on the ox cart, Gu Qingzhi felt a little bored. Although she didn't pick any fruit today, she was actually quite energetic.

Gu Yanze picked up the bamboo strips on the cart and began to weave.

Gu Qingzhi stuck out her tongue. Her brother was always busy. Last time on the way home, he had even woven a basket.

She thought he was weaving baskets this time too. Although her brother said yesterday that he didn't have much time and asked his cousin Gu Da to help weave some baskets, it didn't stop him from weaving a few more when he was free.

She looked at it for a while and felt that it seemed a little different from the basket her brother had woven before. The more she looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

This shape doesn’t seem to be like the baskets my brother used to weave.

After looking at it for a while, she couldn't help but ask Gu Yan in confusion.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yan smiled slightly and said mysteriously, "Don't worry, Qingqing, you will know in a while."

Well, since that was the case and she wasn't sleepy, she might as well find something else to do.

A light bulb went off in my head. Yes, that bag of rags.

Although she said they were just scraps of cloth, she actually didn't look at them carefully.

Gu Qingzhi found the bag of rags from the backpack, took it out and put it on the cart.

When Gu Wangshi saw her take out the bag of rags, she asked in confusion, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

Wasn’t this bag of scraps of cloth given by Madam Chen? She said it was for her to play with. What is she going to do with it?

Gu Qingzhi smiled back at her, "Mother, it's okay, I'll take a look at these scraps of cloth."

See if there is anything you can use.

Gu Yan saw her movement and looked up at her.

He saw Gu Qingzhi taking out some rags from a big bag. He took a look and found that the cloths were in small pieces and came in all kinds of colors and materials.

Is this what they bought today? What are they buying these scraps of cloth for?

Gu Yan was a little confused, but seeing that Gu Qingzhi was concentrating on checking the cloth in her hand, he did not ask any more questions. He lowered his head and continued weaving, threading and picking, with his slender and powerful fingers moving back and forth between the bamboo strips.

Gu Qingzhi looked at the colorful scraps of cloth at hand and her eyes lit up. She didn't expect that the scraps of cloth were not bad.

These scraps of cloth are not just linen, but also made of various good materials such as silk, brocade, damask, gauze, gauze, and kesi. Although they are just scraps of cloth, if you pick them out, some of them can still be used.

As her mind turned, she gradually came up with some ideas.

These fine materials, even if used to embroider purses, sachets, handkerchiefs and the like, are incomparable to ordinary cloths, not to mention, she has thought of something else.

In her previous life, when she was a ghost, she had seen a lot in Beijing. Couldn't the flowers that the young ladies wore in their hair be made of all kinds of fine materials?

She was bored at that time and often ran to the mansion to watch the embroiderers and maids making silk flowers.

Because of traveling everywhere, she is very familiar with all kinds of materials. As a woman, even if she becomes a ghost, she still loves beauty.

At that time in her brother's house, her favorite places to stay were her brother's study, the kitchen and the embroidery room.

Thinking about it, she picked out a piece of light pink material. This material was called Hualing, a pure silk fabric characterized by its light, thin and soft texture.

She flipped through the remaining materials and found that in addition to these colors, there were also moon white, scarlet, lake blue, fruit green, goose yellow, milky white, violet, etc.

Gu Qingzhi closed her eyes and recalled the movements of the embroiderers. After all, she had watched them for many years and had already memorized them by heart. Now that she could try to do it herself, she felt a little excited.

After opening her eyes, Gu Qingzhi took the scrap of cloth and quickly turned it over with both hands. Soon, a beautiful silk flower appeared in her hands.

Gu Wang was stunned by this scene. She didn't expect her daughter to be so clever and skillful. A piece of cloth was transformed into a beautiful silk flower in such a short time.

Gu Qingzhi pinned the silk flower on Gu Wangshi's head and said, "Mother, it's really beautiful."

"This silk flower goes really well with mother's outfit today."

Gu Wangshi adjusted her hair and was very happy in her heart, but she still said stubbornly, "Mother is already old now, it's not a waste to wear this hairpin, these are all what the young lady likes."

Gu Qingzhi couldn't help hugging her arms and acting coquettishly, "Who said that, mother? In Qing'er's eyes, mother is still as bright and beautiful as ever. Look, this silk flower hairpin looks so beautiful in your hair."

Gu Wang gave her a glare, took the silk flower from her head, turned it over in her hands, and couldn't let it go.

Seeing that Gu Wangshi liked it, Gu Qingzhi was also very happy. It seemed that her idea was not impossible to realize.

She then took out a few pieces of beautiful fabrics from the bag, made them into silk flowers one by one and handed them to Gu Wangshi.

On the way back from the county town, she made more than twenty beautiful silk flowers at once, and the styles were all different, with no repetition at all.

This made Gu Wangshi very interested. She didn't expect that scraps of cloth could be turned into such beautiful and delicate silk flowers.

Seeing that Gu Wang was interested, Gu Qingzhi's eyes turned, "Mother, do you want to play? I'll teach you."

Gu Wangshi paused, then smiled indulgently, "How can this be considered a joke? However, this silk flower is really pretty."

The key point is, these are inconspicuous scraps of cloth that no one wants!

Gu Qingzhi then picked up a piece of lake blue cloth and said, "Mother, look, pass it through here first, and then tie a knot like this, here..."

Gu Wang also picked out a piece of pink material and started to learn from Gu Qingzhi.

What she didn't expect was that the silk flower that seemed so simple and effortless in Gu Qingzhi's hands was extremely difficult in her hands. She tried many times but failed and almost gave up.

If she hadn't wanted to save face in front of the younger generation, she would have given up long ago.

At first, Gu Qingzhi only told her mother how to make it. After all, her mother had watched her make several flowers. But in the end, seeing the annoyed expression on her mother's face, she couldn't help but laugh in her heart.

Suddenly she remembered that when she was a ghost, she watched the embroiderers and maids in the mansion doing these things all day long. It was too boring. After watching so much, she tried to imitate them herself. Although she couldn't touch the real thing, after all, she had imitated it so many times, so she got the hang of it quickly.