My little country wife whom I haven't seen for eight years has come to join the army

"Hmph," Li Guihua snorted, showing obvious contempt.

"Sister-in-law, you look like you're not even 20 yet you speak like a child. As long as you have hands and feet, you can learn skills. Why don't you find some skills for us to learn?"

"Of course," Zhou Ruoyu said calmly, standing up and looking around at everyone. "You all like the skirt I'm wearing, right? It's much more comfortable on me than the ones on display at the supply and marketing cooperative. This one was made by Zhou Shufen, and it's even hand-sewn. Tell me, sisters-in-law, is this considered a skill?"

The older wife's eyes lit up when she heard this: "I know that. Shufen and I were originally from the same brigade. She learned her craft from her mother. I've seen the cheongsams her mother made. They're so beautiful."

"Second sister-in-law," Zhou Shufen's face changed slightly, interrupting her and looking at Zhou Ruoyu again: "I'm good at sewing and mending, but there are only one or two garment factories in the whole of Luancheng now. Even if everyone knows how to do it, they can't run around Luancheng all day. They have men and children at home."

Zhou Ruoyu understood Zhou Shufen's concerns. She smiled faintly and said, "Sisters-in-law, you don't have to worry about this, but I can guarantee that if everyone learns it, they can make money by doing it at home."

This caused another commotion among the women. Li Guihua and two other close friends actually started to laugh. "They say women can't be too pretty. If they are too pretty, their brains won't work properly. They're best left at home as vases. Let's go."

The three women stood up. Li Guihua even rolled her eyes and walked out without even saying hello.

"Don't worry about them, they have always been like this." The second sister-in-law sighed and shook her head helplessly.

A girl about eighteen or nineteen who had been sitting in the corner bit her lip and stood up, saying timidly, "I...I want to learn technology."

She has a pair of almond-shaped eyes and beautiful facial features, which makes her stand out among this group of military wives.

The second sister-in-law laughed and said, "Xiao Ding, you're a middle school teacher, such a respectable job. Why are you trying to steal our jobs from a bunch of uneducated women like us?"

Zhou Shufen whispered in Zhou Ruoyu's ear: "This is Gao Weiguo's wife, a teacher at Principal Wu's school, and she's from the city."

"What's your name?" Zhou Ruoyu looked at Gao Weiguo's wife with curved eyes.

"My name is Ding Peipei. I've loved handicrafts since I was a child. I've seen the skirts my two sisters-in-law wore a long time ago, but I didn't expect them to be hand-sewn, so I wanted to learn even more."

With Ding Peipei, a cultured person, starting the conversation, several sisters-in-law later expressed their desire to learn sewing from Zhou Shufen.

With a good start, Zhou Ruoyu was very happy: "Sisters-in-law, do you all have beautiful floral fabrics at home? You can start by making a beautiful skirt for yourself. It must be better than the ones sold in the supply and marketing cooperative. I will help you design a personalized style for each of you!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone cheered softly, and they all went back happily to look for the beautiful floral fabrics at the bottom of the box.

"Pepe," Zhou Ruoyu called Ding Pepe. From her previous words, Zhou Ruoyu had already seen that this was a girl with foresight. If a career wanted to develop, it must have several people like her.

"Mrs. Zhou?" Ding Peipei turned around and looked at her. "What's the matter?"

"I have a dress that suits you very well. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you as a gift. I think we are destined to be together."

Zhou Ruoyu has been on the battlefield for a long time and is good at winning people's hearts.

It was a red plaid shirt-collar dress. Ding Peipei was naturally very happy, and the two chatted for a while.

Ding Peipei is actually half a year younger than Zhou Ruoyu, so Zhou Ruoyu asked her to call her Sister Xiaoyu from now on.

After seeing everyone off, I looked up and saw Lu Qinchuan walking out in neatly dressed clothes and with a crutch.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I should go out for a walk. Lying down at home all the time isn't good for recovery."

"Oh, wait a moment, I'll go with you."

"No need. I'm a grown man, how can I get lost?"

Lu Qinchuan smiled, raised his hand and stroked Zhou Ruoyu's head, his eyes full of doting.

Zhou Ruoyu now truly understood the other meaning of the saying "husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed". After last night, Lu Qinchuan seemed like a different person in front of her.

"Okay, I just wanted to write a letter home to let them know I'm safe. Xiaohua is not at home now, and my parents must be missing us." Zhou Ruoyu looked into his eyes and let his big hands stroke her hair from time to time.

Lu Qinchuan paused and said, "Then you can ask my family what Xiaohua has been doing in the past year."

Zhou Ruoyu laughed and said, "Why ask her family what she is doing? Just ask me."

"I want to know the source of her hostility towards you."

"Forget it," Zhou Ruoyu didn't want their sibling relationship to be sour because of her. "I've been living in your house for free for so many years, and she's been doing all the heavy and dirty work. If it were me, I wouldn't be happy either."

Lu Qinchuan raised his thick eyebrows, as if this reason was actually quite plausible. He also saw how well his parents treated Xiaoyu. He pursed his lips and asked, "Do you want me to finish writing it and mail it for you?"

"No, I write slowly."

Zhou Ruoyu still felt a little awkward after having physical contact with a relatively unfamiliar man. Those fiery eyes always made her cheeks feel hot.

Lu Qinchuan supported himself with a crutch with one hand and walked with strength and vigor, standing out even in the crowd.

After watching the heart-stirring figure turn out of the door, she spread out the paper on the dining table.

There are many tasks today. In addition to writing letters home to report safety, I also have to design some skirts suitable for this era for my sisters-in-law.

The letter home was full of nice words about how well she had adapted to life here, and there was no mention of Lu Qinchuan's injury.

Only true family members would report good news but not bad news. Lu Fuxiang and Wang Guizhen were the original owner's family members, and she would never let them worry in the slightest.

After writing the letter home, she began to draw the pattern of the skirt.

She wasn't a professional designer, but her family nurtured her interests from a young age, leading her to attend countless classes. She had a bit of talent in painting and art, and her work was even shown at comic conventions. Although she didn't pursue a career in fashion design, she never abandoned her craft.

She really has to thank the various interest classes in her previous life, which allowed her to come here and acquire a skill that can help her change her destiny.

While thanking her past and present lives, she worked tirelessly and produced several dresses that were suitable for this era and season.

After she had a rough outline, she slowly modified it. The early autumn sunshine poured in through the window, bringing with it the beauty of a peaceful and quiet time.

But as the door was pushed open with a bang, the beautiful scene was broken.