A Farm Girl Traveling Through Time: Raising a Stunning Husband

Gu Zhou obediently went to get some water and sat outside to soak in it. Shen Wu was in the inner room and wanted to go out, but was too embarrassed to do so. He coughed twice and found a topic to talk about: "Well...well, do you have scissors and needles and thread at home?"

"Yes! I'll get it for you later." Gu Zhou said as he was about to get out of the water to get something for her.

Shen Wu hurriedly stopped him: "No! No! No! I'm not in a hurry, wait until you finish soaking."

Gu Zhou put his lifted foot back down and said, "Okay."

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Really not knowing what to do here, Shen Wu lifted the curtain, glanced at the two children sleeping soundly inside, and then returned to his own room.

The oil lamp in the room had been extinguished, but fortunately the moonlight outside was bright enough to see the location of the oil lamp.

Since coming to the ancient times, Shen Wu was accustomed to carrying a tinder with her. She took out the tinder from her arms and blew up the sparks, then she lit the oil lamp.

The dim light spread in the room, and visibility was low, except for a small area on the table.

She exhaled the foul air in her chest, turned around, took the cloth and spread it on the table. The cloth in ancient times was not wide, only about one meter long, and the length was enough to make several sets of clothes.

Shen Wu was planning carefully the styles of clothes she was going to make. With the help of the dim light, she leaned over and touched the bamboo pen on the bed that she had thrown somewhere.

Fortunately, when she brought in the pen in the afternoon, she put a small broken bowl wrapped in cloth and a raw stone under the table. She also put some Nanzhu fruit in it, and now it was just right to take it out and get the juice to write.

Use a round stone to press the fruit to release the juice, then slightly tilt the broken bowl, using gravity to make the pulp stick to the bowl and the juice flow down. This is the simplest way to separate the meat and juice.

She found the section she had drawn earlier. The drawing was already very blurry, but it did not prevent her from understanding the content.

She hesitated for a while before she started writing. She dipped the pen in some Nanzhu juice and wrote down the first name "Shen Wu". Then she wrote the two names "Gu Zhou" and "Gu Wei" side by side.

Shen Wu planned to use her as a demonstration when making the first piece of clothing. Their body shapes are similar, and if something goes wrong, she will wear it herself. Then, when making their clothes, she would have some experience in making modifications herself.

First, draw the design under your name with a lighter color, and then use the newly dipped color to outline it. Because it is summer, I am going to make a simple antique T-shirt.

The whole thing will be made of the same rectangular cloth on the front and back, and then the front and back necklines will be hollowed out, and the sleeves will be straight sleeves with the hems slightly tilted downward.

After she drew the style, she drew an ancient style of crotch-closed trousers, which was very similar to the style dug out from the tomb, but she made some modifications, changing the laces into cloth buttons, which greatly improved the safety of the clothes.

After drawing her first idea, she moved the other end of the cloth onto the table and began marking the position directly with a pen and her strip of cloth.

Because the width of the cloth is just about one meter, you can directly cut the desired chest circumference along the length, and then divide the cut cloth into two to make the front and back pieces.

You might wonder why you can't just dig a hole? Shen Wu thought that she wanted to make a style that fits the human body as closely as possible, so she wanted to make a shoulder slant downwards, and then sew the front and back pieces together. Of course, this is just an idea, and the details will depend on how she draws the picture.

Thump thump

While Shen Wu was seriously considering that method, Gu Zhou came knocking on the door with something in his hand.

"The door is not locked, just come in."

Without even looking up, she tried to draw every possible style that came to her mind on the cloth.

When Gu Zhou pushed the door open, he saw her sitting on the bed with her upper body lying on the table, writing something. Seeing that she didn't look up, he raised his hand holding the thing and said, "I brought you my mother's needlework basket."

After saying this, Shen Wu raised his head to look at him, of course to see what he was holding: "Can I see it?"

Gu Zhou handed the basket over and watched her lower her head to carefully pick up the things inside to study them, while his attention was quickly attracted by the unclear words on the table.

"Are you writing? The words are... much smaller than what I saw before, and also better and clearer." Because the light of the oil lamp was not bright, Gu Zhou couldn't see clearly at first, and he moved closer to the cloth before he could see it.

After studying the ancient things, Shen Wu put them on the table and nodded at his words: "Yes, write down the style first, so that you won't forget it when you make it later."

"I know these two. Is this your name?" Gu Zhou pointed at Shen Wu's name.

Shen Wu nodded and said "ah", she answered what Gu Zhou had just asked: "The reason why my handwriting is thinner than before is because I use a bamboo pen. It wouldn't be that bad if my handwriting was good. My hard pen has always been terrible, it's not even readable."

Gu Zhou was very curious about her pen: "Can you let me see your pen?"

Seeing that he was interested, Shen Wu raised his hand and gave it to Gu Zhou: "You can also try it."

Gu Zhou took the pen, which was obviously made of bamboo, and looked through it like he was holding some important treasure. This pen was very strange. It had a sharp tip, and there was a mark on the top from the middle. There was also a round hole at the tip, and there were also marks carved inside the tip. The other end had not changed, and it seemed to be the same as when it was cut off. The most important thing was that the tip and tail of the bamboo had been polished.

"How...how do I write this?"

Shen Wu took the pen, dipped it in the juice of the broken bowl and wrote Gu Zhou's name: "That's it. This kind of pen is used by some people in our place who like it. I made the simplest and most readily available bamboo dip pen. Rich people will make glass, jade, or iron ones."

"Dip pen?" Gu Zhou abstracted an important point.

"That's right, it's a dip pen. It's usually called a dip pen because you need to dip the tip of the pen into ink to use it."

"Can I try it?" Gu Zhou felt a little itchy and wanted to try this thing he had never seen before.

Shen Wu handed it to him again: "Write whatever you want, it's just right for me to see your writing."

Gu Zhou took it and subconsciously tried to hold the pen the way she wrote with a brush, but she found that this was a bit strange and different from her usual way of writing.

"It's okay for you to hold the pen like this, just give it a try." Shen Wu explained without any intention of embarrassing him.

"Can you teach me how you hold a pen?" Gu Zhou wanted to try their way of holding a pen.

Shen Wu took it and showed him the state of his fingers when holding the pen, as well as the position of each finger.

Gu Zhou learned it immediately and tried to imitate her posture. It was a little awkward at first, but it was okay after he got used to it.

She tentatively wrote the first word on the cloth. It was crooked and looked very ugly compared to hers.

"You don't have to learn how to write. You can write the characters from your place." Shen Wu saw that he was imitating his handwriting. The stroke order was not right and it was difficult to write, so he advised him.

Gu Zhou took action again, this time more skillfully than before, and wrote his name "Gu Zhou"