novelden Chapter 122 Xiao Ran is getting more beautiful
Chapter 122 Xiao Ran is getting more beautiful
"Haha, no!" Qin Xiaoran covered her mouth and laughed, then said seriously, "Stand still, I'll measure you."
"Xiao Ran, I'm so sad, my heart is broken." Yang Xiaohua grabbed her hand and pretended to faint.
"Xiaohua, don't blame me if the size is not accurate later." Seeing that she was not cooperating, Qin Xiaoran had to use her trump card. She knew this little friend's weak spot too well.
"Oh, I'll stand right away." She still wanted to wear it out and show off in front of her friends, so she couldn't make a mistake.
"Brother Biao, what are you doing?" Seeing him assembling a pile of iron objects in the yard, little Zhang asked in confusion.
"A sewing machine is used for sewing clothes." Speaking of this, Yang Biao couldn't help but admire the ancient blacksmiths. They melted the iron into liquid, put it into the mold, poured it out after it was formed, and hammered repeatedly, and they could actually make what they wanted.
"Brother, why is there a big wooden board?" Yang Lin was also curious and watched him assemble it. He saw a pile of iron objects being assembled into a strange thing, but he didn't understand why a wooden board was used.
"Mom, Yang Lin, go find Xiaoran to measure your sizes. I will make clothes for you later." Yang Biao's sewing machine was almost assembled and it was just a matter of putting it on the wooden board.
"Oh, okay, let's go." Yang Lin quickly took Xiao Zhang to the outer room to find Qin Xiaoran to measure the size.
"Yang Biao, the sizes of the three of us, mother, are here." Qin Xiaoran wanted to hand the measured sizes to Yang Biao, but seeing that he was still applying mineral oil to the sewing machine, she pressed the note on the table.
"Do you need my help?" She squatted beside Yang Biao and asked with a smile, guessing that he might ask her to help oil the sewing machine.
"No need. It's hard to wash off the oil on clothes." He turned to look at Qin Xiaoran and saw her smiling face. "You haven't been back to Yangjia Village for a long time. Go play with Xiaohua."
"Come on, Xiaoran, I'll take you to the village head's aunt's house to play." At this time, Yang Xiaohua came into the room, heard what Yang Biao said, and then pulled Qin Xiaoran out.
"Let Gu Yuan drive you there. It's a bit far to walk." Yang Biao shouted to them, saying, "The weather is hot, so don't get heatstroke."
"Yes, sir!" Gu Yuan went to lead the carriage, and Ding Yan took the box with the words "Li Zheng" on it from the gifts brought from the city, and followed them out.
"Oh, Biao also brought me a gift?" The headman took the box from Yang Xiaohua with a big smile, opened it and saw that it was a pipe made of ebony and ox horn. He happily asked his wife to get him some tobacco, as he wanted to try whether the pipe was good to use.
"Huh," the head of the village exhaled, "This stuff from the provincial capital tastes really good." He took another puff with satisfaction.
"Xiao Ran is getting more and more beautiful." The headman's wife held her hand. She smiles more often now and has grown taller. The more she looks at her, the more she likes her.
"The headwoman's wife is pretty too." Qin Xiaoran blushed at the compliment. She also liked the headwoman's kindness.
"Oh, I'm old, how can I be pretty?" When the headman's wife was young, she was indeed a beauty in their village.
"In my eyes, you are beautiful at any age." Seeing his wife saying that she was old, the head of the village next to him said this.
"Oh, you old man, you are becoming more and more dishonest." The wife of the head of the village spat. Is this something she can say in front of the younger generation? How shameless.
"Come on, let's go out and talk." I can't stay with such a dishonest person.
"Xiao Ran, is the city fun?" Several little grandsons and granddaughters of the head of the village surrounded her and asked about things in Guangping Prefecture.
"It's so fun. At night, those beautiful big boats stop in the middle of the river, and the boats are hung with lanterns of various colors..." Curious faces gathered together, and Qin Xiaoran introduced them to the prosperous scene of Guangping Prefecture at night.
"Ah, is this how it's done in the city?" Little Zhang was surprised to see her elder son cutting the slitted Xiangyun gauze fabrics so smoothly. The way she sewed clothes was different from this.
"Yes." He couldn't say that the modern method was improved upon the ancient method. After cutting the clothes, he sat in front of the sewing machine and started sewing.
"Mom, please try it." In less than an incense stick of time, Yang Biao had finished making little Zhang's clothes.
"Oh, okay, you rest for a while, I'll go to my room to change." Xiao Zhang took the new clothes and went out of the room.
Yang Biao did not rest, he continued to cut the cloth according to his younger brother and sister's sizes.
"Hey, Xiaohua, where are we going?" Qin Xiaoran was pulled by Yang Xiaohua, not knowing what they were going to do.
"Let's pick some wild fruits, soak them in well water when we get home, and pick them up when we want to eat them." Jiarong, who was walking in front, turned around and said to her. The mountain was full of delicious wild fruits, and if they were lucky, they could even pick up pheasant eggs.
"Oh," Qin Xiaoran actually didn't want to continue following them. She wanted to go home to find Yang Biao and help him make clothes.
"Hey, are you Yang Biao's young wife?" Qin Xiaoran met Yang Zian, who was wandering in the mountains with nothing to do, while picking wild fruits.
"Yeah," although Qin Xiaoran had never seen him, she had heard his voice and knew that he was Yang Biao's eldest cousin.
"You came back with Yang Biao?" This young wife is so beautiful, Yang Zian sighed in his heart, staring at her without blinking.
"Xiaohua, let's go back." Qin Xiaoran didn't like being stared at, so she immediately shouted loudly that Yang Xiaohua wanted to go home.
"Okay." Seeing Yang Zian, the bachelor, Yang Xiaohua lost interest in continuing to play and called Jiarong and the others to go down the mountain together.
"Brother, are these clothes made for me?" They were made so quickly, and there were two sets of clothes for each person. Yang Xiaohua was very happy. "I'll go try them on." He picked up the two sets of clothes and ran back to his room.
"This girl is acting crazy every day." Mrs. Zhang is worried that her daughter is so crazy. Who would dare to propose to her in the future?
"It's better for children to be lively." Why did the ancients require girls to be quiet? They believed that it was good for children to be childish.
"Brother, the village head uncle asked you to go to his house to play." Yang Xiaohua remembered what the village head asked her to tell Yang Biao.
"Got it. Go and ask your third uncle and his family to come over for dinner." He cooked himself and asked Ding Yan and the others to wash the ingredients, while Qin Xiaoran helped him.
"Oh, I didn't expect that the food cooked by Brother Biao is so delicious!" Zhang ate a piece of braised duck meat and thought it tasted really good.
"Your third uncle has never read a day of book, but he follows what others say: a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, and doesn't let Wenjun learn how to cook." Seeing that even a scholar like Yang Biao cooked for his family, Li tapped the temple of Yang Xiaozhen, who was holding his son and laughing foolishly, and scolded him angrily.
My God, Wenjun is less than five months old, and Uncle San is already thinking about cooking for Wenjun. Yang Biao found it difficult to understand Yang Xiaozhen's thoughts, but he did not express any opinions, but just put the braised pork she liked into Qin Xiaoran's bowl.
"Ping'an's wife is pregnant and she said she has been pregnant for more than a month." Zhang told everyone present that she was going to be promoted to a great-grandmother.