Ready to get married
The doubts on Bai Chen's face were too obvious, and Bi Qing saw it at a glance. She was stunned for a moment, and a thought flashed through her mind.
"Young master, don't you know?" Bi Qing has been here for many days. She occasionally goes out to do laundry and has conversations with people in the village. Naturally, she has some understanding of Bai Chen's past.
At this moment, she only thought that the Ruan family was too oppressive and exploited Bai Chen, so that he didn't know much about it now.
Bi Qing was a little distressed, and explained it carefully and patiently to Bai Chen.
"This is the custom of our country of Shu. Whether it's a brother or a girl, when you get married, you need to sew a wedding dress yourself, which represents a happy and happy married life in the future. It is said that the more beautiful the embroidered wedding dress is. , the life after marriage will be more harmonious, the husband and wife are loving and blessed with many sons. And this in-law's family also looks at this wedding dress to distinguish whether the daughter-in-law is skilled and diligent." Bi Qing said.
Bai Chen tilted his head slightly.
Listening to Bi Qing's words, he also extracted this information about marriage from the original owner's memory.
However, the countryside is not so particular. Most of them are embroidered with a beautiful red hijab. The peasant family is more economical, and the red cloth used for marriage is also more expensive, and it is almost impossible to wear it except on the day of marriage, so the wedding dress Usually, they buy cotton cloth of their favorite color, embroider a few beautiful patterns, and use it as a wedding dress. They can visit relatives in the future, and they can also wear it again during festivals.
Bai Chen and Zhao Yan's relationship does not need these foreign customs to prove, but since he is in the village, he doesn't mind following the customs.
And this kind of meaning represents the good between the two, Bai Chen is even more happy, and the attitude of treating it is also very serious.
He asked Bi Qing enthusiastically, "Can you teach me how to make a wedding dress?"
Bi Qing smiled, "Of course you can."
Bai Chen immediately put down the medicinal materials to be processed, and went to find needlework and hand-practice cloth with Bi Qing.
Biqing started teaching from tailoring. Bai Chen is a novice in this area, but his attitude is serious. Although his talent in this area is very poor, according to the template given by Biqing, when it gets dark, he will finally be Able to cut a complete piece of fabric.
When Zhao Yan appeared in the evening, Bai Chen happily showed the fabric he had cut to Zhao Yan, and said with a tone of bragging and praising: "Look, I will cut the clothes, and I will let Biqing teach tomorrow. I do needlework, and I will make you a dress in the future."
His eyes were sparkling, looking at Zhao Yan expectantly.
Zhao Yan looked at it with a slight smile, his heart was soft and full, and there was no gap filled by Bai Chen's smile and coquettish appearance.
He stretched out his arms and embraced Bai Chen, but he did not stop Bai Chen's enthusiasm. He followed Bai Chen's intention and said, "Baby is really amazing. The clothes made by baby must be the most beautiful clothes in the world."
Bai Chen raised his head proudly and took a bite on Zhao Yan's chin: "Of course."
"However, baby, be careful, the needle is so thin, you must hold it well, and don't hurt yourself. If you are hurt, the husband will be angry and unhappy." Zhao Yan pinched Bai Chen, who is now being raised more delicately. The palm of his hand, squeezed his fingers, and warned.
Bai Chen nodded and obeyed obediently.
The next day, Bai Chen, who was full of confidence, picked up the needle and started threading the needle under Bi Qing's teaching.
Bi Qing's hands are very clever, and the needle and thread are extraordinarily obedient on her hand, just like her other hand, sewing where you want to sew, and Bai Chen, after getting the needle, is full of high spirits in front of him, He, who has never lost with swords and swords on weekdays, is now defeated by a small embroidery needle.
Either the end of the thread was tangled into a lump, or he accidentally stabbed his finger, and the stitches he sewed were twisted and crooked, not at all as good-looking as the fine and flat stitches on Bi Qing's hands.
Bai Chen's brows were furrowed tightly, looking at the fabric and needles in his hands as if they were facing enemies, his attitude was serious and he was a little unwilling to admit defeat.
"hiss"
The pulp of the index finger was accidentally stabbed by the needle, Bai Chen's face was instantly tangled, and some anger was pitiful, and he put his finger in his mouth and licked and sucked.
Bi Qing on the side looked at Bai Chen and felt distressed. This was not the first time that Bai Chen had pricked his finger. One morning, after the two of them sat in the room and started to pick up needles and thread, the sound never stopped. .
Bi Qing put down the needle and thread in her hand, pulled Bai Chen's hand, and watched the pulp of her index finger turn bright red, and it was covered with dense needle holes, and there were faint blood threads gushing out of it.
"Master, let's go to school another day, I'll go get some ointment to apply to you." Bi Qing's brows tangled into a ball, and she quickly stood up from the stool after speaking, and found a bottle of ointment from Saurer in the yard.
Sao Lang heard that Bai Chen's hand was stabbed because he was learning needle and thread. Although he was a little confused, he still gave Bi Qing the best wound medicine.
Bi Qing didn't notice the strange look on Sao Langzhong's face, she took the medicine and quickly trot back to give Bai Chen the medicine.
As soon as he ran back, Biqing saw Bai Chen was holding the needle and thread again while breathing in while sewing clothes, and immediately raised a small face, stepped forward, and snatched the needle and thread from Bai Chen's hand: "Young master is injured. It's like this, why are you still busy with needles and threads?"
Bai Chen is not angry, Bi Qing is for his good: "I think I can do it well."
Bai Chen defended himself.
Bi Qing sighed, took Bai Chen's fingers and smeared the wound medicine, and said, "Needlework cannot be learned overnight, young master should not be so disregarding of his own body, not to mention that if his hand is injured, he will not be able to hold it another day. Needle, just say that Zhao Gongzi will feel distressed when he sees it."
I don't know which sentence persuaded Bai Chen. After that, Bai Chen didn't pick up the needle and thread again, but moved the stool to Biqing's side and watched Biqing's embroidery seriously, and Biqing also explained patiently one by one. .
When Zhao Yan appeared in the evening, he found the pinhole on Bai Chen's finger, he was distressed and angry: "Yesterday was not as good as promised, why is it hurt like this today?"
He was so distressed that he held Bai Chen's fingers and breathed, trying to blow away the pain in Bai Chen's hands.
Bai Chen felt a little guilty: "That's right, I'm not careful."
Zhao Yan hugged Bai Chen and looked at him seriously: "You are not allowed to touch needles and threads in the future."
Bai Chen was anxious: "I said I would make clothes for you."
"That's also assuming you don't hurt yourself."
"But I'm a novice."
Zhao Yan stared at Bai Chen: "Anyway, it's not allowed, you see your fingers are swollen."
Bai Chen Jiaojiao climbed onto Zhao Yan's body, put a wet kiss on Zhao Yan's lips, and rubbed coquettishly in Zhao Yan's arms: "Don't kill me, your fingers will hurt very quickly. It will be fine, I will be careful in the future, I want to make clothes for you, and I have to make my own wedding dress."
Zhao Yan was almost confused by such Bai Chen and responded, but he got rid of Bai Chen's temptation in time, and tried his best to maintain his serious face: "No, I won't touch it in the future, my clothes can be directly restrained. Buy it, and I've already had people order your wedding dress."
Bai Chen puffed out his face angrily: "Why are you like this, all the brothers in this world make their own wedding dresses, and I just want to make a dress for you, I haven't made a dress for you yet. "He climbed down from Zhao Yan's body, turned around and didn't look at Zhao Yan: "You murdered me, I'm angry, I'm very sad now."
A small mouth also pursed high, almost enough to hang an oil bottle, pitifully tight.
Zhao Yan leaned over and looked at Bai Chen who had his back turned to him. Seeing Bai Chen's aggrieved appearance, his heart softened, he sighed, and first of all, he softened: "It's my fault, I shouldn't be fierce. Baby, baby, don't be upset, okay?"
Bai Chen pouted and did not speak.
Zhao Yan was helpless and hugged Bai Chen: "Baby if you want to touch the needle and thread again, you can wait until the injury on your hand is healed, but next time you hurt yourself like this, you will never touch it again."
With permission, Bai Chen immediately laughed and rubbed coquettishly in Zhao Yan's arms.
Zhao Yan rubbed Bai Chen's head: "Little bastard, now you know that you've bombed me, and I know that I can't bear it."
Two days later, Bai Chen's fingers finally recovered completely under Bi Qing's strict scrutiny, and he was allowed to touch needles and threads.
It's just that he probably really has no talent in needlework, and even the value is negative, but after a while, he was pierced with a few more pinholes.
Bi Qing, who had been seriously instructed by Zhao Yan, immediately took the needle and thread in Bai Chen's hand and did not allow Bai Chen to touch it again.
It was the first time that Bai Chen encountered such an insurmountable problem as himself. He refused to admit defeat. He wanted to continue, but was sternly stopped by Bi Qing. The two were bargaining, and there was a lively noise outside the house.
Then the closed courtyard door was knocked.
Saurer changed into a new cyan gown. He was neatly groomed and walked out of the room with a radiant face. When Bi Qing looked at him, he suddenly recovered from the needlework teaching, remembering what day it is today, and immediately. He didn't care about Bai Chen who was on the side, he shoved the things in his hand into the basket on the side, dragged Bai Chen back to the room, told Bai Chen that no one called him and must not come out, then closed the door and walked again. He stretched his legs and ran over to Fuzhuo Langzhong to sit down in the courtyard. Then he took care of his clothes and walked over to open the courtyard door.
As soon as the door opened, he saw Zhao Yan's handsome face, and behind him were several mahogany boxes of carts. The boxes were all tied with bright red satin, and even the horses pulling the carts were also tied. Wearing a big red flower, next to the scooter stood uniformly dressed servants with beaming smiles on their faces.
On both sides of the battle, there were many villagers watching the excitement. Most of them went to work in the fields or on the mountains, and they still carried agricultural tools on their shoulders. At this time, they all stopped and looked at Zhao Yan. There was also a lot of excited discussion about the mahogany box on the trolley. Not far away, there were many villagers who heard the sound and came to watch the fun.
Ruan Amo was wearing a festive red dress and a big red flower on her head. She happily gave the candy to the surrounding villagers and children. She said festive and auspicious words, and the villagers and children who received the candy also returned. With words of blessing.
Seeing the door opened, Ruan Amo handed the candy in his hand to a servant on the side to let him continue to divide, and he raised his hand to fix the big red flower on the top of his head, and walked forward quickly, "Magpie head I'm calling, I'm happy to come from the Zhao family, is everyone Zhuo here? Zhao Langjun is here to propose marriage!"