Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

"Master Zhuo, is it done? Is it done?" Wen Yao shouted and opened the door of the workshop before he stepped into it.

When I walked into the yard, I saw an almost identical replica of the oldest sewing machine standing there.

Wen Yao paused, as if she had returned to that era. There was always such a sewing machine in her mother's room, with beautiful butterfly patterns painted on it.

It’s great that you can see it here too.

Li Yi stood beside Wen Yao and noticed Wen Yao's sudden sadness. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, he saw Wen Yao running over at a brisk pace, touching the sewing machine up and down, with excitement on his face.

"Mingyue, come find my father quickly."

"Hey, slave, let's go now." Mingyue turned around and ran away.

Wen Yao touched the sewing machine and tried to turn the turntable next to the machine body. She saw that the position of the needle began to move up and down along with her movements.

Open the cover under the fuselage, and you can see the accessories in the small hole under the needle working back and forth.

It is exactly the same as the sewing machine from my previous life.

It is said that the craftsmanship of the ancestors is the most difficult to imitate. Wen Yao feels that this is true to her.

If you can do this with just a few drawings, Lord Zhuo deserves to enjoy the Ancestral Temple.

Wen Yao wanted to get some cloth and thread to try, but Mingyue had already been sent to the fields to find Wen Xiu Yi, leaving only Li Yi.

"Go find Nanny and ask her to bring some thread and fabric, and we'll try it."

Li Yi hummed and was about to leave. Deshun on the side quickly volunteered to stop Li Yi: "Your Majesty, I'll go, I'll go. You and Miss Wen will wait here."

After speaking, he secretly glanced at Wen Yao.

This Miss Wen is a real tiger, she is so easy to order around the eldest son of their family.

The key is that the eldest son of their family still obeys her orders.

What a sin.

Deshun was very fast, and soon he found Luo Shi, and brought him the threads he could find at home, and a few pieces of fabric.

When he saw the sewing machine placed in the yard, Luo Shi curiously stepped forward to touch it, and then asked: "Is this really made?" After that, he studied this thing called a sewing machine up and down.

Touching the turntable, he found that the needles in front of it were moving up and down. Luo Shi was shocked, his mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide open, and he was extremely curious.

Amidst Luo Shi's exclamations of oh, oh, oh, Wen Xiuyi also came back covered in mud. He hadn't even had time to wash his hands, which were still covered with mud from the fields.

Seeing the sewing machine, Wen Xiuyi went up and wanted to touch it, but Luo Shi slapped him on the back of his hand: "Wash your hands."

Wen Xiuyi looked at his hands and found that they were indeed dirty. He quickly ran to wash them before returning.

"Is this really possible for you guys? Master Zhuo, this is amazing." Wen Xiuyi gave a thumbs up to Chao Zhuoyi.

Zhuo Yi smiled restrainedly: "Mr. Wen has given me the award, mainly because the lady's drawings are so good."

Wen Xiuyi smiled: "Don't praise her, it means you have a high understanding, otherwise not many people can understand the pictures she drew, but I have to say that this young man's brain is very good. , I can think of such things.”

In one sentence, he praised Zhuo Yi's skillful hands and Wen Yao's intelligence. He even fastened the sewing machine to Wen Yao's body at the right time.

Zhuo Yi obviously agreed with Wen Xiuyi's words and nodded: "Miss is extremely smart."

Wen Yao raised her eyebrows proudly towards Wen Xiu Yi. The meaning was very obvious. If you see it, I will say it can be done.

Wen Xiuyi shook off the water on his hands and pulled it. Every position became flexible. Even the pedal he stepped on was the same as in his previous life. When he stepped on it, the needle moved up and down.

"Xianxianxian, try it, hurry up." Wen Xiuyi stepped on and waved to Wen Yao.

Luo Shi looked at him and asked with confusion: "Boss, how do you know how to use this?"

Wen Xiuyi paused and responded quickly: "Ah, I have seen it in the drawings drawn by Yaoyao before."

"Oh." Luo Shi said, full of curiosity, and pushed Wen Xiuyi away: "Let me try."

The old lady was sitting on the bench, and Wen Xiuyi was teaching her.

"Hey, yes, mother, you turn this handle with your hand first, and then step on it, eh, yes, slow down, take your time, yes, yes, yes, mother, you are too good, now you have learned it." Wen Xiu Yi taught and flattered him at the same time.

Luo Shi was elated: "That's right, you don't even know who I am."

"Yes, yes, you are our Lao Taishan, so what, Yaoyao, are you okay? Let me give you some milk." Wen Xiuyi urged.

Wen Yao was winding the bobbin thread. After winding the bobbin thread and putting it on, she started threading the needle again. When everything was ready, she took out a piece of fabric, folded it in half, and taught Luo how to operate it step by step.

Luo Shi learned it back and forth twice.

"Okay, let me try." After Luo Shi finished speaking, he took a deep breath, then gently turned the handle, and slowly stepped on it with his feet.

I saw that the needle really passed through the fabric and began to go up and down. As the gear on the base rolled, the fabric moved forward bit by bit. There was indeed a stitched thread on it. Luo Che was so excited. The speed of my feet also gradually became faster.

At a normal speed, Wen Yao suddenly heard a small jumping sound. Luo Shi fell back in fright. If Wen Xiu Yi hadn't been standing behind her, the old lady would have fallen to the ground.

"Milk."

"Old lady."

"Grandma Wen."

The change happened so quickly, everyone's expressions changed.

Luo Shi fell into his eldest son's arms and stood upright with his help.

"Mom, are you okay?" Wen Xiuyi asked with a worried look.

Luo Shi's face turned pale at this moment. She shook her head, walked to the sewing machine, looked at the needle that had been broken without the needle head, and murmured: "Why, why did it break? How did it break? Yaoyao, look It’s broken at a glance.”

Luo Shi picked up the fabric that had been sewn in front of her. The stitches were fine, even finer than what they had sewn by hand. Not only that, she had already sewn so much in just a short time. If she hadn't suddenly increased her speed, maybe...

Thinking of this, Luo Shi's expression changed. Could it be the reason for her speeding up?Broken your sewing machine?

Thinking of this, Luo Shi quickly apologized: "Yao Yao, I'm sorry, it's all because of bad milk. The milk shouldn't be accelerated. I just want to try to go a little faster."

The old lady had a guilty look on her face. Wen Yao had not seen such a panicked expression on the face of her own Dinghai Shenzhen for a long time. She quickly said with heartache: "Mistress, I don't blame you, it's the needle that doesn't work."

Wen Yao patted Luo Shi's hand to comfort her, and then went to take out the remaining half of the needle.

Then he picked up the broken bottom line, held it in his hand and sighed.

They were ready for everything, but they overlooked one thing. The needles in the previous life were all made of steel, and their toughness was incomparable to the needles of today. Moreover, the toughness of these embroidery threads was not as good as the threads in the previous life.

Really, after one problem is solved another problem arises.