"It's not uncomfortable anymore, my stomach is warm." A Chou smiled shyly at Grandma Chen, while wiping the sweat off her face with her hand. After drinking such a large bowl of ginger and brown sugar, it seemed that the sweat pores all over the body were opened, and sweat flowed out. The body is very warm and comfortable.
"When you come to work every month in the future, if your stomach still hurts, just boil this ginger brown sugar water and drink it. It will definitely work," Grandma Chen instructed, and paused. He said sternly, "You must keep warm, the girl's family can't ignore this point. It's important to marry and have children in the future."
"Grandma. I see." Ah Chou's face was blushing to the point of bleeding.
"Yes, yes, I will stop talking," Grandma Chen patted the back of Ah Chou's hand with a smile. Bring over the sewing basket. He took a few pieces of embroidery from inside and handed them over to Ah Chou. While saying, "There is a happy event at the end of the year in the village. I took the embroidery job for you. The bride's family is a wealthy family. The bride is also a picky master. I think our local embroidery work is poor, so I will take the piece you embroidered Take Zhuye to show her. Her family members are very satisfied, but they are not at ease with you, a foreign girl, so I asked the embroiderer in the town to make the wedding dress. You embroidered four pieces for her, and she Just use it on the bellyband, but she also told me that as long as she is satisfied, she will not lose you, at least a penny."
"Really?" Ah Chou was overwhelmed with surprise, and immediately asked happily, "Did she say what suit she wants?"
"Mandarin ducks playing in water, pairing wings. Do you know how to fly, tie lotus, fish and lotus leaves?" Looking at her young age, Grandma Chen inevitably felt a little worried, "Can I find you embroidery patterns?"
"No, no, I will! I will!" Ah Chou shook her head in a hurry, what hadn't she seen in the palace? Naturally, this screwdriver trick can't help her.
"That's it. If you embroider well this time, someone will ask you to embroider wedding clothes next time. The money you can earn will be much more than this," Grandma Chen said with a smile, pushing the sewing basket in front of Ah Chou. It's all here, and the embroidery will be completed before the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Well, thank you grandma, when I get the money, I will go to the market to buy pastries to honor you!" Ah Chou took the sewing basket, held it in his hand, looked at the needles and threads inside, and liked it no matter what he saw.
"Hahaha, that old lady is waiting for the cakes your girl bought!" Grandma Chen said with a smile.
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After thanking Grandma Chen, Ah Chou went up the mountain with a sewing basket. There were not only needles and threads in the box, but also a bag of brown sugar that Grandma Chen put in. Ah Chou was warm on his body and warm in his heart. He was thinking about it all the way. You must do your embroidery work well, so as not to embarrass Grandma Chen, and you must repay Grandma Chen in the future.
When I got home, it was already noon. A Chou didn't put the brown sugar in the kitchen, but put it in a box in the house. Brown sugar is more expensive than rock sugar. A Chou treasured it very much. I was afraid that there would be rats in the kitchen. Got this baby brown sugar.
"Girl!"
Ah Chou had just put away the brown sugar, and when Zhong Mingwei called her in the room, A Chou was too busy to respond.
"What's wrong?" Ah Chou hurried in, "Are you thirsty?"
Ah Chou walked over while talking, and saw that there was still half a bowl of tea left on the small table beside the bed, which she poured for Zhong Mingwei before going out, so Ah Chou breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened to you last night?" Zhong Mingwei asked her with a sideways face, "Why do you keep tossing and turning? Is there something uncomfortable?"
"You can still hear it through the two walls?" Ah Chou muttered softly, while sitting on the edge of the bed and pinching Zhong Mingwei's waist, he said casually, "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep."
"Afraid to sleep alone?" Zhong Mingwei asked, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhong Mingwei felt a little embarrassed, how could he ask someone this well
"I... what do I have to be afraid of?" A Chou muttered, while glancing at Zhong Mingwei, his voice became softer, "You are right here, and you can agree if I call you, what am I afraid of?"
Zhong Mingwei felt a little sour in his heart, so I could only respond.