Marrying a village tyrant husband with space, being spoiled by the in-laws

"Row!"

Chun Xing nodded happily.

She took off her silk skirt and changed into a coarse cloth. The two of them studied how many brocade handkerchiefs they could cut from the outer shirt and what patterns they could embroider to sell them for more money.

"Show me the patterns you often embroider, and I'll give you some ideas."

Yu Suihuan also knows a little bit about embroidery. When she was a child, she saw her grandmother embroidering frequently. When she was a teenager, she became interested in it and pestered her grandmother to learn it for a while, but later she lost interest.

She only knows a few different needlework techniques, but her embroidery results are mediocre.

Upon hearing this, Chun Xing turned around and took out a wooden box from the cabinet.

"These are all. When embroidering small things, you don't need patterns. Huanhuan, look at this one. I bought it for twenty cents. This kind of embroidery is the most popular among the rich ladies in town and can be sold for a good price."

Chun Xing carefully took out a piece of paper from the box as if presenting a treasure and handed it to Yu Suihuan.

She thought it was some exquisite pattern, but it was just a few lines of poetry, nothing special. If she had to point out one good point, it would be that the handwriting was quite good.

"These are just a few lines of poetry describing the scenery. There's nothing special about them, right?"

"Huanhuan, can you still read?!"

"I recognize some."

She didn't dare to say it too fully. After all, traditional Chinese characters were also used in this unknown era. She had followed her grandfather to write calligraphy for a few years when she was a child, but she hadn't written for a long time.

Chun Xing looked at Yu Suihuan with eager eyes. There were only a few people in the whole Daliushu Village who could read, and they were all men. She had never heard of a woman being able to read.

"I heard that the young ladies and wives of the rich families in the town and county all like poems about wind, snow, flowers and scenery. The handkerchiefs with words on them are the best to sell. Unfortunately, I can't read a few words and can only trace the pattern. If I can write new poems, I will definitely be able to sell them for a high price."

It is said that everything is inferior except reading. Chun Xing has always felt that those who can read and write are superior since she was a child.

"That's easy. I'll write a few for you and you just trace and embroider them. Do you have a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone at home?"

Although she did not have much literary talent, she was familiar with 300 Tang poems and could recite a few lines of poetry with ease.

"Yes, yes, yes. My grandfather used to be an accountant. I'll give it to you."

Chun Xing ran very fast. She spent twenty cents to buy those lines of poetry. Huan Huan could read, so she must be asked to write more.

Yu Suihuan picked up a piece of dirty paper and picked up the brush. He hadn't written for a long time and wanted to get back to the feeling.

After writing a dozen words, I felt it was almost done and then changed to a clean one.

After thinking about it, he picked up the pen and started writing again.

[The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen? 】

[No one in the deep forest knows that the bright moon is shining on us. ]

[After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, "How deep or shallow are my eyebrows?"

[The candlelight on the mica screen is deep, and the morning stars gradually fall into the long river. ]

[The spring breeze on the ten-mile Yangzhou road is not as good as the rolled-up pearl curtain. 】

[The silver candlelight shines coldly on the painting screen in autumn, and the light silk fan flutters against the fireflies. ]

After finishing writing on a piece of paper, Yu Suihuan put down his brush and nodded with satisfaction, saying it was not bad. He then read it to Chunxing word by word and asked her if it was okay.

Chun Xing was watching intently at the side. Even though she didn't understand what was being said or what it meant, she thought it was very good and nodded repeatedly to show her approval.

The two of them discussed that not only should the words be embroidered on the handkerchief, but also lace that suits the occasion.

Yu Suihuan looked at her previous embroidery works and thought they were very good, but they were all single-sided embroidery. The front side looked good, but the back side had thread ends that looked a bit messy and ugly. They were also not beautiful after trimming.

So she taught Chunxing a needle technique that would make the back side look equally good as the front side, but it would require more embroidery thread.

This kind of needlework was taught to her by her grandmother.

Chun Xing was dumbfounded. This kind of superb acupuncture technique was usually passed down from master to apprentice, or passed down from generation to generation among women in the family, and would never be easily given to outsiders.

Huanhuan was so good to her that he was willing to teach her this needlework technique that could make money when they met for the first time!

In fact, there are many kinds of needlework that can embroider on both sides without leaving thread ends. What Yu Suihuan talked about is only the simplest one, which is to use only one color of thread to embroider. The back side does not look messy and no thread ends can be seen.

She also doesn't know how to embroider the complicated and advanced techniques that require using many colors of embroidery threads and making the pictures on the front and back different.

Before leaving, Chun Xing gave her a small bowl of lard, a few pounds of cornmeal, a few pounds of flour, and salt.

"You just came back by yourself, so there must be nothing to eat at home. Eat these first. We will go to the market in a few days to sell handkerchiefs together. You can buy some food with the money you earn."

"Thank you, Chun Xing. I'll pay you back after I sell the goods."

Yu Suihuan was grateful in her heart and immediately made up her mind that when she became successful in the future, she would never forget Chun Xing's kindness to her.

"It's just a piece of cake, and you're willing to teach me how to do double-sided embroidery. Go back quickly, it will be dark soon."

Every household in the village works, cooks and eats before it gets dark, and goes to bed when it gets dark. No one would light an oil lamp if they had nothing to do, as it is such a waste.

Yu Suihuan took the things back to her thatched house, found a piece of rag to use as a rag, and spent half an hour cleaning the inside.

Before it got dark, I baked two pancakes with cornmeal mixed with white flour, fried some wild vegetables, and boiled a pot of water.

At first, she was not very comfortable using this fire-burning stove, but she got used to it after a while.

When I was a child in the countryside, she was the one who made the fire when my grandmother cooked and steamed buns.

Because the pancakes are made with lard, they taste much better than Chun Xing’s, and they are quite good when paired with wild vegetables.

"You ungrateful woman, I took you to find food, but when we encountered danger you ran faster than a rabbit!"

Brother Crow flapped his wings and jumped down from the branch, landing in front of Yu Suihuan with an angry look on his face.

She took a big bite of the cake, her expression still unfriendly.

"How dare you say that? If you hadn't pooped everywhere at the critical moment, I wouldn't have been discovered by that psychopath!"

"It's normal for birds to poop after eating grains!"

Yu Suihuan was just about to argue with it about who was right and who was wrong, when he caught a glimpse of a glittering golden object hanging on Brother Crow's claws.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a gold pendant with an exquisite shape.

Unexpectedly, the bird was richer than her. She had just filled her stomach, but others were already wearing gold jewelry.

"You're right, Brother Crow. This is my fault. I was not honest in my conduct. Calm down. Have you eaten? Come and try this freshly baked pancake."

Yu Suihuan smiled widely, broke the biscuit into pieces, placed it in his palm and handed it to Brother Crow.

"Can you cook? Is this pancake edible?"

Brother Crow raised his paw, and with a look of disgust in his eyes he ate the pancake twice, and the golden pendant appeared clearly in Yu Suihuan's palm.

"Of course it's edible, it smells delicious! Brother Crow, what's that on your precious claws? It looks pretty good, but......"

She deliberately left her words half-sentenced.

Brother Crow picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth. It tasted pretty good.

"It's edible, but not as good as meat. What are you talking about? I saw this by the river. We crows like shiny things. We took them back if they looked good. That's it. Don't say half the words!"

As he spoke, Brother Crow raised his paw and admired the glittering golden pendant.

Yu Suihuan was envious. Her people also liked shiny and golden things, but unfortunately she didn't have any.