A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

After the lecture, the village head took them to their residence to clean up and familiarize themselves with the village environment. Those who wanted to study would study, and those who wanted to make snacks would make snacks.

"Miss, you are so awesome! You looked so majestic just now!" San Ya looked at her with admiration.

Lin Xiaomi was a little embarrassed. Could she say she was pretending to be cool? "Okay, Shaopin, tomorrow you and the cook will teach them how to make snacks."

"Yes!"

They have been following her for several years and their skills have improved a lot. They have learned her true skills in making dim sum.

Oh, that’s great, someone is teaching her, she can save time and effort, and just be a hands-off boss.

Hehe, so happy. I wonder if the storybook she ordered has arrived. Her boring life needs the storybook.

"Miss, the lady is calling you."

"Mother, what do you want from me?"

Wang smiled and pulled her into the house. "I know you're not good at sewing. Although you still have two years to learn, you're just starting now, so you don't have enough time to embroider your wedding dress. Come here, I'll teach you the basics of embroidery first. When you're familiar with it, I'll ask a showgirl to teach you."

Her embroidery skills are not good enough, she can only do some simple ones. Wedding dresses must not be done perfunctorily.

Lin Xiaomi was struck by lightning, "Mom, our family has so much money, and I still have to embroider a piece of clothing myself?" This is just a joke. The reason why she earns money is to free her hands.

"The girls in our village all make their own wedding dresses. If you are going to marry the prince, your wedding dress must be more than just a few stitches," Wang explained patiently.

"Why not just find someone to embroider it?"

"But the rules are that you have to embroider it yourself." Wang said with some embarrassment. She knew her daughter hated sewing the most. But if she didn't know how to do anything, would she be despised and considered unvirtuous when she married into the Marquis's Mansion?

"I'll just sew a few stitches at the end, and I'll find someone else to do the rest." Don't bully her because she doesn't know. There are many novels about finding someone to do the work for a wedding dress. If she doesn't tell me, who knows who embroidered it.

"Xiaomi, even if the bride asks someone to help you, you still have to do it yourself after entering the Marquis's Mansion!"

“Shouldn’t the Marquis’ Mansion have a dedicated embroiderer?” Who is her mother fooling?

"It's true that there is an embroiderer, but the underwear is all made by myself. Isn't the undergarment you are wearing made by mother?" She said it shyly. The underwear made by her daughter was made by her mother, which had only a little bit of fabric and couldn't even cover her thighs. It was so embarrassing. And the bellyband could only cover the two plump breasts in front. I don't know what she was thinking, but she insisted on wearing it like this.

Oh my god!

"So, when I enter the Marquis' Mansion in the future, I have to make my own underwear?" Lin Xiaomi asked in disbelief.

"Not only yours, but also your husband's. If we have children in the future, you will also be the one to bear them."

Wang's words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling her to the core.

So, she didn't get married to enjoy life, but to be a free babysitter? No, she got married to be a tailor and make underwear for the whole family.

Then what kind of person is she marrying?

"These private things should be kept by the wife. Xiaomi, mother indulged you before. You didn't want to sit and I didn't want to force you. But now it's not possible. If you get married, you must learn these. You and your prince can't not wear underwear in the future!"

If she doesn't have to do it, it's okay for her.

"Also, you can't wear those strange undergarments anymore, lest the servants see you and think you're not decent."

Lin Xiaomi remained silent.

Wang thought she was unhappy and comforted her, "This is what every woman has to do. If you do it more, it won't waste much time. Come on, do you want to learn tailoring or embroidery first?

She didn't want any of it, she wanted to refuse it.

Although Wang is weak in character, she is stubborn and will definitely not let anyone go.

Lin Xiaomi spent half a day learning needlework in her room. When she came out at dinner time, her eyes were red, her two little paws were red, and two of her fingers were a little red and swollen.

Shit, her hand was almost broken.

"Mom, let's make a deal. Can't I do this job? Look at me!" He stretched out his little paw and looked at Wang aggrievedly: "My fingers are swollen. If I come again in the afternoon, I'm afraid my fingers will be useless."

Wang was also worried about her daughter, as she had no talent for needlework. But what could she do? The world was like this, and even if she was as noble as the Empress, she still had to make pajamas and underwear for the Emperor.

"I'll wrap your finger with some gauze this afternoon, and we'll insert the needle slowly."

Lin Xiaomi died.

Her mother is no longer the mother who loves her, spoils her, and obeys her.

Wang's insistence made it impossible for Lin Xiaomi to shirk her responsibilities. A few days later, a pair of underpants with legs of different lengths, crooked stitches, and uneven fineness were completed.

Lin Xiaomi looked at the underwear and raised her eyebrows proudly. She really could do anything! How many days would it take for a girl to sew a pair of pants?

Wang looked at the pants and felt tired. What should she do? Will her son-in-law wear this when he goes out?

"Xiaomi, are these pants wearable?" How can you walk with one trouser leg?