"No wonder you are so enthusiastic. It turns out that the two new guys are Zhao Xiaobao's parents. Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."
"Uncle Niu, you promised."
"Yes, but you have to help quietly. Also, help me get some cotton first. My pants are really unwearable."
Li Huan nodded repeatedly. As for cotton, there were plenty of cotton battings in his wife's magic weapon. He could just pick one out and pull out the cotton inside. It was very convenient.
Old Niutou watched Li Huan leave and began to think about how to help the couple in the backyard. There was indeed another couple there, and they were capitalists. You know, capitalists have evil hearts.
That night, Uncle Niu knocked on the door of the backyard with the cotton sent by Li Huan. It was Zhu Qingde who opened the door. When he saw Uncle Niu, he immediately smiled:
"Brother Niu, why are you here? Do you have something to do?"
"Well, who among you can make clothes?"
Uncle Niu asked with gritted teeth. He didn't want Zhu Qingde's wife to know how to make clothes. Zhu Qingde shook his head in disappointment. His wife only knew how to buy clothes, not make them.
"Your wife can't make clothes?"
Uncle Niu asked loudly, Zhu Qingde shook his head again, Xiao Aiqin walked out quickly, looked at Uncle Niu with a smile and said: "Brother Niu, I know a little bit, what do you want to do."
Uncle Niu laughed. It seemed that God was still helping the couple. He handed over the cloth and a bag of cotton.
"Yes, make me a pair of pants like the ones I have on."
Xiao Aiqun took a look at Uncle Niu's pants, which were just a pair of neat cotton pants. This was too easy. She quickly took the cloth and cotton and said she would make it as soon as possible.
"I won't let you do this for nothing. How about giving you five catties of sorghum flour and three bundles of firewood for a pair of pants?"
"This... Thank you so much, Brother Niu. I will accept it shamelessly."
Xiao Aiqun had never expected such a good thing to happen. She happily walked into the house with the cloth. But when she got into the house, she remembered that she didn't have a needle and thread, scissors, or even a ruler.
After thinking about it, he knocked on the door next door. Yuan Mengzhi had already overheard their conversation and was already jealous. It was just a pair of trousers, but he gave them five kilograms of sorghum flour and three bundles of firewood.
"Who is it?"
Hearing the knock on the door, Yuan Mengzhi opened the door impatiently. Seeing that it was Xiao Aiqun, she couldn't help but curl her lips and waited for the other party to speak without saying a word.
Xiao Aiqin is also a person who can read people's faces. She knows that Comrade Yuan must have heard the conversation with Brother Niu just now. He must be feeling unbalanced. Alas~
"Comrade Yuan, I want to ask if you have any scissors, a ruler, or a needle and thread. I'd like to exchange them for a pound of sorghum flour. No, I'd like to borrow them from you."
Yuan Mengzhi frowned. She actually had these things, but a pound of sorghum flour seemed to be missing. How about adding another bundle of firewood
Xiao Aiqun's face looked a little ugly, but as a good cook cannot cook without rice, she could only nod and agree, and then she took the thing from Yuan Mengzhi's hand.
"You have to use it carefully. If it breaks, you have to pay for it."
Yuan Mengzhi put a small basket in Xiao Aiqun's hand and gave her some reassurance. Xiao Aiqun glanced at the basket in her hand, nodded, and went back to the house.
When Zhao Guoliang came back with a large bundle of firewood, Xiao Aiqun had already started sewing the trousers, but it was already dark, so she could only tidy up and prepare for dinner.
"Old Zhao, I got a job today to make a pair of cotton pants for Brother Niu in front. He paid me five catties of sorghum flour and three bundles of firewood."
Zhao Guoliang raised his eyebrows, wondering in his heart whether it was Qian Longkun who helped. Otherwise, there were so many old ladies in the village, and everyone knew how to make clothes and pants, so how could it be their turn
"But I didn't have any scissors or needle and thread, so I borrowed some from my neighbor and promised to give him a pound of sorghum flour and a bundle of firewood."
Zhao Guoliang couldn't help laughing when he saw his wife looking a little aggrieved. He patted Xiao Aiqin on the shoulder and whispered:
"It's good that they are willing to ask you for things, but I'm afraid they will do bad things in secret. You have to be careful. If one day they see your eyes are not eyes and your nose is not a nose, you have to be careful."
Xiao Aiqun glanced at Yuan Mengzhi's door and nodded. It is said that we are all wanderers in the same world, so why can't we sympathize with each other
When Qian Longkun got the meat, he knew that Li Huan had asked Zhao Xiaobao's mother to help Uncle Niu make pants. He was very happy, but Zhao Xiaobao looked at Qian Longkun with a distressed expression.
Qian Longkun didn't understand, so Zhao Xiaobao reminded him quietly, "You don't need needles, thread and scissors to make clothes. His parents definitely don't have them."
Qian Longkun hurried back to the dormitory and took out a pair of scissors and a small ball of thread from the cabinet, but the scissors were the kind used to cut fingernails, and the thread could probably only fill a hole.
"I have some at home. I'll send it to you tomorrow."
Li Huan rolled his eyes. It was not a big deal. It was just a pair of scissors and some needle and thread. Was there any need to look so sad
"Brother Huan, this meat..."
When Qian Longkun saw that Li Huan was about to leave, he quickly ran over and handed the meat to him. It turned out that the meat was not for them to eat themselves, but for Zhao Xiaobao's parents.
"No, they've only been here for two days and they're already eating meat. Do you still want them to get better?"
Li Huan refused outright, saying that there were more than just your parents' family over there. There was also a couple from the capital. It was said that the man was a Chinese medicine doctor and the woman was the daughter of a capitalist.
Seeing that Li Huan's expression remained unchanged, Qian Longkun nodded wisely. Anyway, the weather was cold now and the cooked meat could be kept for a few days. He could wait and go there secretly one night.
In two days, Yuan Mengzhi finished making the cotton trousers. Uncle Niu put on the new cotton trousers and felt comfortable all over. He looked at the stitching of the trousers and found it was really delicate.
"Brother Niu, these cotton and cloth are extra. I'm returning them to you."
"There's still more. Can you make shoes? If you can, make me a pair of cotton shoes. I'll give you the rest of the materials."
Xiao Aiqun looked at the cloth and cotton in her hands. They could make three pairs of shoes. Why not make two pairs for Brother Niu and one pair for Lao Zhao
"Brother Niu, I know how to make shoes, but I don't have the tools."
"Oh, I forgot about this. Wait a minute. I remember my wife left these things behind. It's useless for an old man like me to take them. I'll give them all to you."
Uncle Niu found a basket from the house. In it were not only needles and thread, scissors and rulers, but also several pairs of knitted soles. The sizes were obviously Uncle Niu's.
"Great, this is very convenient. Brother Niu, I'm just borrowing it. I'll return it to you when I have the chance."
Uncle Niu shook his head and said, what's the point of returning it? If I return it to him, it will just gather dust in the closet. Now that he has put on the new pants, he might as well show them to the little punk and make him happy too.