But to be honest, although Su Tang studied clothing in her previous life, making clothes has always been just a passing interest for her. If she kept making clothes for nothing, she would definitely want to die.
Now that it was only made for Song Yi, she could breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise it would be both a cotton coat and a bedding. Her head was aching when she saw the cotton recently, but she had to make it.
Seeing her like this, Song Yi burst out laughing, "You damn girl, it's still early, come here quickly and practice calligraphy."
Su Tang sighed and followed Song Yi into the study, "It's really difficult for me, it's too difficult."
Song Yi continued to smile and watch her writing stroke by stroke. Su Nuo continued to sit and wait obediently at the door without saying a word. For a while, the courtyard became quiet again.
When it was almost time, Song Yi asked Su Tang to stop. Before Su Tang left, he specially prepared tonight's porridge and the next morning's breakfast so that he could eat it tomorrow.
It's really shameful to cook with ink, but he can still do it if he warms it up.
After that day, Su Tang would read and write with Song Yi after giving fish balls to Qian every day. Song Yi taught Su Tang what it means to be an immortal.
It goes without saying that writing requires hard work, but Su Tang is really good at reading, and her ideas about reading are quite insightful. Sometimes people applaud her, and sometimes she is unruly and unruly.
Song Yi's ideological realm and views on the world often make her feel astonished, and sometimes she makes her extremely angry.
Pengmo watched his master being so angry at his disciple every day that he wanted to beat him up, but he turned around because he was worried that Su Tang would be cold and hungry, so he was so concerned that his little courtyard suddenly became lively. Get up and become more popular.
In a blink of an eye, autumn is coming to an end, and the weather has turned cold. Sister Su Tang also put on autumn clothes. On this day, she and her brother went to Qinghe Town to deliver fish balls. When they reached the entrance of the town, they saw a familiar figure waiting for her. .
"Shopkeeper Yang?" Su Tang was shocked when she saw him, "Why are you waiting for me here? Are all the soaps sold out last time?"
Su Tang remembered well. Yang Fudude came to her just a few days ago and ordered thirty bars of soap. It only took her a few days to give it to him.
Yang Fudude saw Su Tang and his brother together, wearing a white top and light gray trousers. Although it was simple, it was a cotton fabric that only good families in the town could afford. He sighed that this girl Sugar was getting better and better.
Then he said, "Miss Sugar, I also want to get some soap from the girl."
"Have you sold all your previous soaps? How much do you want this time?" Of course Su Tang was surprised, but since Yang Fudude asked her to buy, she would not refuse to make money.
Yang Fudou opened his mouth and said, "Girl Sugar, give me three hundred yuan..."
"Shopkeeper Yang is really good at calculating!" Su Tang was shocked when he heard that he wanted so much. When he was about to ask, he heard someone speaking.
His voice was slightly hoarse, and then he saw a carriage coming not far away. The boy driving the carriage opened the curtain, and a young man in black brocade got out of the carriage.
The boy was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with jade-like skin, phoenix eyes and a beautiful nose. His peach petal-like lips curved in a cold and sharp arc, looking at Yang Fudude.
Su Tang also looked at the young man, his eyes could not hide his amazement, there was such a good-looking young man, much prettier than those little freshmen.
(End of chapter)