The little husband of the sick prince's family

At noon the next day, the breeze passed through the window, and the bed curtains were blown everywhere. Compared with the raging fire in the yard, the bedroom seemed relatively quiet at this moment.

On the top of the wooden table was a bolt of purple cotton cloth. Ning Ge'er took out a large group of embroidery threads of similar colors from his bosom, and compared the colors carefully.

"Brother Yun, why did you buy this color?" Ning Geer wondered, in his impression, Qi Xiucai rarely wore brightly colored gowns.

Zou Yun was at a loss for words for a while, could he say that he felt that the light-colored Qi Lin was too bland and concealed his temperament?Only this kind of low-key clothes that reveal wealth can match Qi Lin's face.

"This kind of thing is popular in the town recently." Zou Yun will never admit that he is a dog.

"Really?" Ning Ge'er's ending sound rose. He hadn't been to town for a long time, so he didn't doubt it, but was just a little curious.

Seeing Zou Yun's boredom from the corner of the eye, Ning Ge'er picked up two pieces of sackcloth that he had already prepared, and stuffed them into his hands: "Brother Yun, you need to sew first, and I'll pick the color of the thread.

The villagers usually have to go to the fields to plow the land and do heavy work, so most of them wear linen, which is cheap, resistant to friction, and not easy to wear and tear. It is the most affordable choice, and the price of cotton cloth is even more expensive. Few people in the village wear.

Afraid that Zou Yun would ruin the fabric, Ning Geer decided to let him practice his hands first.

"what……"

"hiss……"

There were cries of pain one after another.

After taking over the needle and thread and starting to sew, for a moment, Zou Yun felt that the whole world had abandoned him, leaving him with vicissitudes and endless tasks.

Woooooo, no more...

Brother Ning on the side didn't know Zou Yun's inner breakdown, but tightly pressed his lips together, watched his strange movements, and poked his own finger a few times from time to time, the only smooth part in this process was the threading.

I can't bear to look directly at it! ! !

He sighed deeply. He didn't expect that Zou Yun told him yesterday that he knew how to do a little needlework, but that he could barely sew two pieces of rags together, and the stitches in the middle were sparse enough to accommodate a finger of an adult. , not even the six-year-old dolls in the village.

Ning Ge'er flipped through it for a while, and gently pulled it with his hand, and the two pieces of cloth that Zou Yun had been sewing for a long time were torn apart. It could only be seen from the few strands of thread hanging on them that they had been sewn together. Together.

Brother Ning: "..."

Zou Yun: "..."

Zou Yun was directly hit. He still wanted to sew clothes for the male protagonist with this technology, so he might as well just lead him with a dog.

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Fortunately, Brother Ning was a teacher for the first time, so he was very patient and considerate, and comforted him: "Brother Yun, if you are in a hurry, I will cut the clothes to size. If you don't pay attention to the appearance, it can be done quickly."

After speaking, he picked up the needle and thread, shuttled flexibly on the linen, and introduced various embroidery methods: "This is a flat stitch, which is used to stitch clothes together, and this is a blind stitch, which is suitable for the welt of clothes..."

He demonstrated the dark needle again in slow motion: "Brother Yun, try again."

"Okay." Zou Yun looked serious, according to the 001 times slower video recorded by 1.5, he raised his orchid finger high, imitating the slow motion in the video clumsily, piercing the gap, and re-sewing the rag .

Although the finished product is not as good as his craftsmanship, but it has achieved initial results. As a human teacher, Ning Ge'er nodded frequently, expressing his satisfaction.

After another afternoon of strengthening and consolidating, Zou Yun can finally sew without watching the slow-motion video, and skillfully use the hidden needle.

……

On the bullock cart, Qi Lin wrapped his hands around the cage and closed his eyes to rest.

"It's so unlucky, why did you ride with this plague god?" A harsh female voice interrupted the whispers of the people around, disturbing the originally calm pool of water.

The villagers fell silent for a moment, instinctively looking towards the source of the sound.

"It's all about me? It's not uncommon to see you gossip behind people's backs on weekdays." Tu Xinghua yelled at the top of her voice, her tone full of impatience. Daredevil.

The villagers looked at each other in dismay, losing face all of a sudden, and wanted to save them, but they were afraid that Tu Xinghua would wipe out their secret discussions about Qi Lin in one breath, so they had to suffer this sullen loss, extremely depressed.

Tu Xinghua caught a glimpse of Qi Lin's still indifferent expression, looking like he was staying out of the matter, with sparks in his eyes, and spat out a series of vicious words: "Isn't he just a softie? Who in the village doesn't know that Qi Xiucai relies on her little husband Lang Feng Blowing the sun sells hot and sour noodles, and the money he earns from copying books is enough to buy medicine."

"How appropriate it used to be. One is idle, stealing chickens and dogs, just like doing nothing, and one is sick. Once the medicine is stopped, I don't know that day will be gone." After speaking, he "giggled" a few times, feeling that he was not happy enough, and then He continued to add: "I can't guarantee that one day Brother Yun will be enlightened again and pass you..."

Tu Xinghua's heart palpitated for a while, and she felt that her neck was being strangled by the invisible. She panted violently, and lowered her head to peek at the opposite side.

The man was still closing his eyes, the vicious snake-like eyes just now seemed to be her illusion.

All the strength in her body was exhausted, she leaned against the carriage, the cold sweat dripping down her back.

……

书肆

The shopkeeper casually flipped through a few pages of the imperial examination book written by Qi Linyu, and nodded again and again: "Qi Xiucai's writing is as full of charm as ever, not bad, not bad." He took out a small bag of money that he had prepared earlier from the secret cabinet, and handed it over: "This month's remuneration , Do you make any mistakes in counting?"

Qi Lin cupped his hands and said, "No need, I can trust the shopkeeper's words."

As if turning a few pages by accident, he brought the topic to the scriptures piled up in the bookstore: "Boss Cai, are these scriptures new to you?"

Talking about this, the smile on the shopkeeper's face disappeared: "Qi Xiucai didn't know something. A few days ago, a new bookstore was opened in the west of the town, and a batch of new story books were brought in. The stories became novel. The books we bought were similar to ours. It's almost the same here, those ladies and brothers have all gone there, and my business is getting worse day by day." Shopkeeper Cai shook his head and said helplessly, "It's strange to say that the towns nearby I sent a servant to inquire about all the writers of the book, but those new scripts appeared out of nowhere, and I didn’t catch any wind.” Recently, he was so worried that his hair turned gray a lot.

Qi Lin made a bow and said: "Xiaosheng also drafted this storybook, if shopkeeper Cai doesn't mind it, you can read it." After speaking, he took out a small stack of rice paper from the cage.

Knowing how to read is not necessarily good writing. With the thought of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, shopkeeper Cai casually flipped through a few pages, and was deeply attracted by the stories inside. "