"No need to be polite. If anyone should be thanking, it’s us thanking you. Keeping these two sheep here has truly helped our family a great deal."
As they were talking, Mrs. Wang ca out holding a child, "Jing’er is right, Niannian. Thanks to the sheep’s milk, Feng Shou has gained quite a bit of weight recently. When this child grows up, he’ll have to properly thank you, his aunt."
"Sister-in-law, that’s too polite. As you said, Feng Shou has to call aunt." Gu Nian smiled and walked over to play with Feng Shou in her arms.
The little one twisted and giggled, playfully laying his head on Mrs. Wang’s shoulder, playing hide-and-seek with her.
After a while, the eldest aunt finished boiling milk and took Feng Shou over to feed him.
Speaking of which, it’s quite a coincidence; both the eldest aunt and the daughter-in-law share the surna Wang, so people outside also refer to them as Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Wang.
Mrs. Wang wasn’t idling either; she returned to the room to sort out the dirty clothes and took advantage of the ti to wash them by the river.
Lin Jing’er pulled Gu Nian back to the room, took out a pair of embroidered shoes from the basket, and handed them to Gu Nian, "These shoes were specially made for you by . I was just about to send them over, and now that you’re here yourself, it saves a trip. Quickly try them on and see if they fit!"
Mrs. Jiang also made her so shoes, the kind that are completely black and dirt-resistant.
Unlike Lin Jing’er, who, despite using the sa fabric and color, embroidered flowers on them, adding a bit of brightness on the instep, looking quite nice.
Gu Nian didn’t hold back, sat directly on the stool, and tried them on.
Standing up, she stamped her feet and said with a smile, "They look wonderful, Jing’er sister’s craftsmanship is truly excellent."
Lin Jing’er smiled, "You’re six now, right? It’s ti to learn so sewing skills. If you ever find yourself bored at ho, co over and join in doing so needlework. Not to boast, but my embroidery skills are top-notch in our village!"
Rembering her experience with cross-stitch where she almost pricked her hand into a pincushion, Gu Nian laughed awkwardly and said, "Embroidery, I better pass on that. I don’t have the knack for it."
"Even if you don’t have the knack, you should learn at least a bit. It’s not about embroidering perfectly; you should know how to do basic nding, right? How can a girl not do any needlework?"
Hearing this, Gu Nian felt overwheld.
"Jing’er sister, do you just do embroidery at ho? Don’t you do anything else?"
Gu Nian rely wanted to change the topic, and Lin Jing’er began to speak enthusiastically, "Of course, it’s not just embroidery. Otherwise, how could my eyes take it? My parents want to go out less, so I mostly help with chores at ho. I also raise silkworms, but I’m only responsible for feeding and cleaning them. The task of picking mulberry leaves is left to Huan’er."
Speaking of which, Lin Jing’er blushed a bit.
Because as her parents said, the inco from raising silkworms was split between the sisters; hers is kept for her dowry, and Huan’er is still young, so it’s temporarily stored with the parents.
This topic piqued Gu Nian’s interest imdiately, "Silkworms, huh? Can I have a look?"
She had raised a few herself before, feeling scared at first when she saw them, but later on, she dared to hold them in her palm.
However, after they cocooned and several small moths erged, lacking experience, one flew out and laid many eggs on the wall, earning her a good scolding from her mother.
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