Mrs.
He is not unreasonable.
On the contrary, she is actually quite good at weighing the pros and cons.
The third girl knew how to clean the courtyard and choose vegetables to cook, but she was not very good at needlework, so Mrs.
He asked the third girl to follow her and learn to make needlework.
Not for anyone else, once the third girl learns it, she will not only be able to help the family with needlework, but will also be able to speak to her husband's family in the future.
Girls like the third girl, whose parents have no dowry and no dowry, have no choice but to strengthen their own qualities if they want to have a close marriage.
Although her attitude was not very good, Mrs.
He still asked Aunt Yu to prepare more supplies for learning needlework.
Before learning to sew, Mrs.
He said with a straight face, "Each person has a sewing basket.
It has everything in it.
You can keep it separately.
Whoever loses it won't have to eat."
He Zijin turned it over and saw that there were needles, threads, scissors, scraps of cloth, etc.
In fact, they were not new things.
They should have been made up at home.
Even the small round-bottomed bamboo basket where the needles and threads were placed smelled like pickled vegetables.
He Zijin Zi Jin asked, "Grandma, this basket has not been filled with pickles, right?"
He Lao Niang said, "What's the matter with the pickles?
Just be satisfied with what you have and pick things every day.
Have you ever made a penny?"
He Zijin chuckled, "What's mine belongs to my grandmother.
What's my grandmother's belongs to me, isn't it?"
Mrs.
He raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid that your beauty will kill you, a money-obsessed girl."
He Zijin strongly requested to change to a better-smelling basket, saying, "The needles and threads here also smell of plums and vegetables.
In the future, I will make clothes and shoes for my grandmother, but when I take them out, they will smell of plums and vegetables.
No."
If you know, you have to tell me that your family is a pickle maker, and when my grandmother goes out wearing the clothes I made, other grandmothers and old ladies are all delicious, but you are like pickles, your whole body smells of pickles."
He Zijin's mouthful of pickles almost made Mrs.
He dizzy.
Mrs.
He waved her hand and said, "Isn't this urgent?
I've found these two baskets now.
Let's make do with them tomorrow."
Let’s talk.”
Afraid of He Zijin’s troubles again, He Lao Niang said, “Here, I’ll teach you how to read a needle.”
He Lao Niang is definitely not a good teacher.
She is a slower learner and the word "idiot" never leaves her lips.
Fortunately, the third girl is taciturn and He Zijin doesn't take it seriously at all.
From time to time, she will reply to He Lao Niang.
"I'm stupid just like you, old man.
When you say I'm stupid, you're just talking about yourself."
He Zijin is very interested in making handicrafts, but he is still young, so he can just learn for an hour when the weather is nice.
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The third girl, on the other hand, has really good hands.
She is also older.
No one has taught her in the past, so she can only sew haphazardly.
Now, she really knows how to do it, and she can get started very quickly.
After only two months of learning, the third girl sewed a new tent for Mrs.
He.
Mrs.
He wanted to change the tents.
When the third girl heard about it, she took the initiative to take over the job.
How could Mrs.
He be so polite to her?
After the third girl finished sewing, Aunt Yu praised, "My cousin, your hands are really skillful."
Although she is a few years older, it is rare for someone to pick up the sewing so quickly.
Mrs.
He curled her lips and said, "That's it.
It's for home use anyway.
You can't throw anything out, so just use this."
He Zijin answered, "Why can't you throw it away?
Grandma doesn't want to use it.
Just throw it away.
You always throw it away.
I will pick it up and it will be mine.
It's a free tent.
How nice."
"You are so beautiful."
Mrs.
He asked with a smile, "What did you do?"
Her granddaughter has also been learning for two months.
He Zijin smiled, "I made a pair of socks for my grandmother.
I'm afraid that if you don't like throwing them away, I won't be able to pick them up again, so I won't give them to you."
"Damn girl, if you don't give it to me, who are you going to give it to?"
"Give it to my grandma.
I guarantee that grandma will be happy and praise me for my ingenuity."
Madam He immediately became jealous and cursed, "You heartless girl, don't come to my place to eat or drink in the future."
She tried her best to hold back and didn't say bad things about Shen's mother.
I still taught He Zijin privately, and said to He Zijin, "What is a grandmother?
A foreign name is doomed for the granddaughter.
You are an outsider and your surname is Shen.
You fool, your mother's surname is Shen.
Now you have to say that you are the Shen family of Hemen."
Your surname is He.
You are so stupid that you can’t tell the difference between inside and outside.
You only know how to eat every day.
You are so careless.”
Finally He also stabbed He Zijin viciously twice in the forehead, hating his lack of brains, thinking that I have worked so hard to teach this little girl how to sew and sew, and if you have something, you don’t honor me first and give it to your grandmother instead.
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The food you eat at your grandma’s house on weekdays is nothing.
He summed it up by saying, “It’s a movie about a girl who crawls inside and out.”
He Zijin smiled and said, "Oh, I just said that, you take it seriously.
I made it according to your size, how could I give it to my grandmother?
It's just not done yet.
I'll show it to you when it's done."
Hearing this, Mrs.
He immediately felt as if she had eaten ginseng fruit.
She felt comfortable from head to toe and said, "It's not like you have eaten those good things in vain.
Just do it slowly.
You are still young.
Don't compare with your cousin.
She Bigger than you."
He gave He Zijin a good snack and said, "Take it and eat it."
Lock the rest in the cupboard.
He Zijin was really speechless.
Since the third girl arrived, everything in He's house has been locked again.
He Zijin called the third girl to his room, gave her half of the snacks, and showed the third girl the flowers she had raised.
It's not that He Zijin doesn't understand people's hearts.
He just treats people well, but he may not be able to reap the corresponding rewards.
Giving kindness is the stupidest thing.
What kind of kindness can be said between people?
It's just fate.
Once in a while, you help others, but it's just a matter of convenience, that's all.
During dinner in the evening, He Zijin gave the third girl a pot of jasmine flowers.
She said, "They are very easy to maintain.
Just water them and bask in the sun to survive.
Don't use too much water.
Just boil the water every three days."
The third girl thanked her softly, hugged the flowers, and went to Mrs.
He's place for dinner with He Zijin.
The wind in August was a bit cold, but He Zijin was still as round and childlike as ever.
The third girl was born thin, and her dress was extremely loose on her body.
When the wind blew over, the corners of her clothes fluttered, leaving the sea blowing up slightly, revealing the width of her body.
On the forehead, a pair of eyes under the black eyebrows are silent and firm.
There is no rule in the He family about not saying anything after eating.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, Mrs.
He and Mrs.
Shen talked about the Mid-Autumn ceremony and said to her son, "Please take Xiao Fuzi to your brother-in-law's house.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is not the same as goodbye."
On this occasion, you will bring the Double Ninth Festival gift with you."
He Gong responded, "I wonder how my sister and brother-in-law are doing in the imperial capital."
Mrs.
He had a proud smile on her face and said, "How can I become a Hanlin master?
It's so majestic."
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Now that my daughter has become a wife of Hanlin, Mrs.
He will tell her the truth whenever she has the chance, "Your father took your sister when she was a child."
When I calculated my horoscope, the fortune teller said that your sister is destined to be rich.
Now it seems that it has come true."
Mrs.
Shen praised her, "Yes, I also think that my sister is very friendly to her."
He Lao Niang said boldly, "Your sister's eyebrows look like mine."
He Zijin almost complained: You are already a widow, okay?
The He family was preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
However, before the gifts were delivered, the Feng family sent someone to report that Mrs.
Feng's wife had passed away.
Mrs.
He was taken aback and asked Mrs.
Feng what illness she had and when she died.
Then she said, "Have you sent a message to my daughter and son-in-law?"
A servant of the Feng family said, "I have sent people to the imperial capital to invite my uncle and grandma back home."
He Lao Niang was anxious.
Wouldn't it be impossible for her son-in-law to become an official?
Fortunately, He Lao Niang still had common sense.
She knew that when a parent passed away, officials had to resign and observe mourning for three years.
It seemed that her son-in-law was indeed unable to become an official.
Mrs.
He cried sadly, slapping her thighs and crying, "My poor in-laws, why did you leave so early?"
Why couldn't you wait two more years until your son and my son-in-law were confirmed as official officials?
After crying for a while, he arranged for the servants of the Feng family to go down to rest.
The He family had to prepare for the funeral.
He Lao Niang was getting old, and the Shen family had to take care of He Lie, so He Gong had to go to the Feng family for the funeral.
Mrs.
Shen wanted to prepare clothes for her husband.
He Lao Niang looked at He Lie and He Zijin accompanied her.
Mrs.
He muttered quietly, "This is really not the right time to die.
Your uncle's official position is no longer available."
He Zijin was speechless and said, "I guess the Feng family's wife is not happy to die now."
The son had just come out and had not yet enjoyed the blessing.
The old lady passed away.
What a fate.
He Lao Niang sighed, hugging He Lie and not knowing what she was thinking, and suddenly said, "Is it because the third girl has a hard life?
Why does our family always have troubles when she comes to our house?"
He Zijin couldn't help but twitching the corners of his lips, and asked her grandmother, "Do you always have any enemies?"
"what" "If so, tell me and I'll ask my cousin to curse them.
Didn't you say that my cousin is tough?"
If the third girl is really tough enough to kill Mrs.
Feng, she must be the first one to kill Mrs.
He.
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Overcome death When meeting an elder like He Lao Niang, other than sighing "Alas", is there any other way to express the deepest emotions in my heart?
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