It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

After pounding the pig pancreas soap, Song Zhi went to the back mountain to cut back a thicker bamboo, cut it into bamboo rings and stuffed the crushed pig pancreas soap into them.

Then just wait for three or four days for it to dry in the shade.

Here, Song Zhi finished making the pig pancreas soap, soaked her hands, and started fiddling with wool yarn with a few children.

Unlike the other children who were concentrating on spinning yarn, Song Zhi was concentrating on trying to crochet a woolen hat with a crochet hook.

However, her progress was not smooth, and the wool was constantly being unraveled and rewoven in her hands.

The children who were busy spinning nearby seemed to be accustomed to Song Zhi's behavior.

"Sister, you still can't crochet a hat?" Song Huan noticed that her sister once again took apart the half-crocheted hat in her hand, and she couldn't help but frowned and asked with concern.

Seeing that she was so small and looked even more worried than she was, Song Zhi suddenly had an idea and said:

"Yes, it's really strange. That day I specifically asked the merchants who came from the grassland how to weave, and they also demonstrated it to me. But why can't I succeed after trying several times?"

Then, Song Zhi had an idea and suggested that Song Huan give it a try. "How about you give it a try, Huanhuan? I'll show you the way first, and then guide you through the process."

"It just so happens that I can't figure out the problem myself, so you give it a try. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to figure out what's wrong!"

Song Huan was a little nervous at first, wondering how she could hook this thing. But after hearing what Song Zhi said, the little girl no longer hesitated and nodded in agreement.

Song Zhi smiled and patted her side, motioning her to sit next to her.

Then she handed the wool and crochet hook to Song Huan. The two sisters sat together, and Song Zhi taught Song Huan how to crochet a woolen hat.

In fact, Song Zhi knew how to crochet a woolen hat, she just did it on purpose.

When Song Zhi takes her younger sister to do the procedure, she will not deliberately mislead her. She will also explain to her clearly how to start the needle and when to use long and short needles.

I have to say, this kid does have some talent for knitting.

Song Zhi only demonstrated it to her once when removing the needle, and after that she just gave her oral instructions.

As time went on, the child's movements became more and more proficient, and sometimes he even didn't need Song Zhi's reminder to switch from long needles to short needles.

Song Zhize sat aside and watched quietly. Seeing the wool in her little sister's hand gradually outlining the shape of the hat, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart that now she finally didn't have to pretend anymore.

I can still explore my little sister's potential in the future. This wool yarn has many uses, not just for crocheting hats.

Things like wool socks, wool gloves, and wool sweaters can all be put on the agenda.

As the sun sets, the whole family returns from next door and sees the sisters sitting under the eaves, carefully crocheting woolen hats.

Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Yang walked over and looked at the semi-finished product in Song Huan's hand. Mrs. Yang couldn't help but exclaimed, "I didn't expect this wool yarn could be used like this. What are you crocheting?"

Song Zhi gestured to her younger sister to show the two the half-finished hat in her hand. Then she said, "Yesterday I specially sought out merchants from the grasslands and asked them how to make this wool fabric."

"They were very enthusiastic in demonstrating it to me. Maybe I just don't have any talent for knitting, because I've been busy for two days and haven't come up with anything."

"I simply let Huanhuan crochet, and I guided her from the side to see where the problem occurred."

"I didn't expect Huanhuan to be so talented with wool fabrics. Not only did she not make any mistakes, she even mastered the technique of crocheting a hat in just two hours!"

Song Huan's face flushed red and her eyes sparkled like stars when she was praised by her sister.

Yang was obviously very interested in the wool fabric. She sat down next to Song Huan and urged her, "Huan Huan, keep crocheting! Let me show you how you can make a hat out of wool!"

Wu interrupted with a smile, "Okay, stop bothering her. Let her crochet slowly. Once she finishes one, she can teach you!"

"Come to the kitchen and help me make dumplings!" After saying that, he turned and went to the kitchen.

Yang patted Song Huan on the shoulder and said encouragingly, "You crochet well and I will teach you later." After that, she got up and went to the kitchen.

After the two left, Song Huan blinked his bright eyes and looked at Song Zhi.

Song Zhifu sat back down next to her younger sister and said, "Let's continue."

For Song Huan, a beginner, she has developed a great interest in crocheting hats, even though she can only eat buns once in a while in the evening.

The little girl just ate two of them in a hurry and then went back to playing with the wool.

Song Youshan's niece only ate two buns before leaving the table hastily. She glanced at her silly son, whose mouth was oozing with grease, and couldn't help but say, "There's no rush to hook the hat. This kid needs to fill his stomach first, no matter what."

Mrs. Wu looked at her little granddaughter who was concentrating under the eaves and said, "Let her go for now. There are some on the stove. When it gets dark, you can give Huanhuan two more to eat."

Song Zhi had food in her mouth. When she heard her grandmother's instructions, she responded vaguely.

At this time, Song Zhi could understand her younger sister's feelings very well. She thought back to when she was learning to crochet hats and knit scarves, she was also very enthusiastic.

She even felt that drinking water was a waste of time. Looking at her younger sister, her situation was just like when she first learned to knit a scarf!

Song Zhi just let her do what she was interested in.

Even though she was not very skilled yet, Song Huan finally finished knitting the woolen hat in the afternoon of the next day.

"Sister, I can knit a hat now!" The little girl said to Song Zhi excitedly, holding the hat in her hand.

Song Zhi took the hat and put it on her. "Not bad, it fits well. How warm is it?"

Song Huan nodded heavily. "It's very warm. Sister, I want to knit a hat for you, my younger brother, and the whole family. This way, we will all have woolen hats to wear in winter!"

When the little ones who were spinning yarn heard this, they gathered around and curiously touched the hat whose stitches were not very fine.

"Little sister, if you help me knit a hat, I will help you wash clothes." Song An spoke first.

Seeing that his elder brother had actually promised benefits first, Song Cheng hurriedly promised: "And me, and me, sister, I can help collect firewood, and you can also crochet a small hat for me, okay?"

Song Kang also snuggled up to Song Huan and blinked his eyes to indicate that he wanted one too.

In this family, Song Huan, as the middle child, is neither the eldest nor as prominent as Xiaokang because of his poor health.

So few people would actively ask for her opinion.

However, this time was different. This was the first time she truly felt needed.

The little girl was very happy, patting her chest and promising: "Just wait, I'll hook it for you later."

The children cheered, and their silvery laughter could be heard from far away.

Song Zhi couldn't help but smile when she saw how happy they were.