Zhang Li knew that Xiao Xue often embroidered at ho; he had heard Jiang Hu ntion it several tis, but it was only hearsay, and today was the first ti he’d actually seen it.
Xiao Xue put down the needle and thread in her hand: "Uncle Zhang, this is a fan surface. It’s a job I took on from the embroidery shop. It’s taken several days, and it has to be delivered back tomorrow."
In fact, it was already finished, but Xiao Mi had her leave it nearby. If Zhang Xiaohua’s parents ca by in the afternoon, she would pretend to be embroidering to let them see.
If Zhang Li looked closely, he could find that the embroidery thread and the fan surface were actually separate, not connected at all!
Unfortunately, Zhang Li didn’t notice this at all. He just saw the fan surface, so beautiful! It must be very valuable!
As expected, when Zhang Li heard this, he couldn’t help but ask: "Xiao Xue, could you tell , how much money can you earn embroidering sothing like this, a fan surface, right?"
Although Xiao Hua had just told him, and he knew his daughter wouldn’t lie, Xiao Xue and Xiao Mi wouldn’t lie either, but he still wanted to hear it with his own ears.
Xiao Xue didn’t hide it and unfolded the fan surface: "This, well, this one’s a bit tricky. It took six or seven days, and the pay is eight hundred copper coins."
Zhang Li’s breathing beca montarily heavy, and his eyes widened: "Eight, eight hundred?"
Zhang Xiaohua also looked shocked with wide eyes: "Sister Xiao Xue, you’re amazing! A single fan surface for eight hundred copper coins?"
Xiao Xue laughed shyly: "Yeah, this one’s a bit tricky, and the embroidery thread is particularly fine. The steward at the embroidery shop demands no mistakes, so the price is set relatively high."
This fan surface certainly took more than six or seven days; she said it deliberately.
Actually, it took nearly ten days, and it was only yesterday morning that she finally finished, allowing her to have the leisure to embroider a few handkerchiefs.
It’s not about making money from the handkerchiefs but mainly because they are quick and easy to embroider. She embroidered handkerchiefs and sachets for relaxation.
Zhang Li looked as if he might faint at any mont, not recovering for quite so ti.
Previously, when Xiao Hua told them about tens or hundreds of copper coins, he was already quite surprised, not realizing that those were just trifles!
Xiao Mi tily brought out two bowls of water: "Uncle Zhang, Sister Xiao Hua, have so water."
Handing them each a cup of water, Xiao Mi asked again: "Sister Xiao Hua, have you bought everything necessary to learn?"
Xiao Hua nodded repeatedly: "Mm-hmm, Xiao Xue said to buy scraps of cloth and embroidery threads of a few colors. I’ve got them all, Xiao Xue, can you check if these are the right ones?"
Regarding teaching Zhang Xiaohua how to embroider, Xiao Xue didn’t refuse. She had been very attentive when previously teaching Zhang Xiaohua to buy things.
After checking the basket in Zhang Xiaohua’s hand carefully, Xiao Xue nodded: "These are the right colors. From now on, co to my house every afternoon at the ti of Shen, and I’ll teach you."
About more ti, it’s not that Xiao Xue is unwilling to teach; it’s just that both have household chores to do.
Moreover, by learning for one and a half hours each day, and practicing more at ho when there is ti, one could co up with a decent pattern within a month.
This was considered an agreent. Zhang Li repeatedly thanked Xiao Xue, knowing the Jiang family adults were not ho, didn’t linger, left the eggs he brought, and took his leave.
Xiao Mi obediently saw him out. When she returned to the yard, she found that her second sister and Zhang Xiaohua were already chatting.
Zhang Xiaohua, who was encountering these things for the first ti, didn’t understand anything, and Xiao Xue was starting from the beginning teaching her.
Fortunately, using needles and thread regularly, things like nding clothes were no problem for her, at least compared to Xiao Mi, the basics were certainly much better.
Xiao Mi saw the two, one teaching, the other learning, harmoniously and didn’t disturb them. She turned to find Wei Ziang and Jiang Wei to continue reading.
Although Xiao Mi actually knew many things, when bored alone, it didn’t hinder attending so classes and practicing writing.
Although, during most of the classes, she actually ended up dozing...
Xiao Mi wrote for a while but didn’t want to continue, boringly lying down on the table, while watching Jiang Wei seriously answer Wei Ziang’s questions, her mind wandered.
Wei Ziang’s voice was really nice to listen to.
Carrying a childish innocence but with a composure and chill that didn’t match his age, especially when he spoke emotionlessly, his voice even carried a hint of coldness.
Xiao Mi thought this might be related to the experiences Wei Ziang had before he lost his mory.
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