Chapter 297: Sister Jiuniang, are you learning embroidery?

Chapter 297: Sister Jiuniang, are you learning embroidery?

  297 Sister Jiuniang, are you learning embroidery? "Grandma, look at my mandarin duck, how is my embroidery?" Xia Beibei hurriedly brought the two mandarin ducks she had embroidered to Sang Jinghong.

  Although it took a few days, it was finally a finished product, and it was not far behind. She felt quite good about herself.

"Oh, my Jiu Niang has really grown up, and she still embroiders so well." Sang Jinghong saw the embroidery stretcher being handed to her. First, there was a burst of flowers in front of her. is joy.

   This is much better than her old hand, but... it's too slow.

   But at the beginning of learning, it’s all like this, take it slow, it’s fine.

   "Grandma, look at my hand speed, it's really too slow, how about I call Xiaoju and be your apprentice?" Xia Beibei asked carefully.

   The last time she heard the words of Big Brother Dongfang, she suddenly had such an idea. She wanted to call Ziyin here. Xia Guchun regarded her as the biggest enemy, which was inappropriate. Thinking about it, only Xia Xiaoju was suitable.

   Moreover, although Xiaoju is young, her hands are indeed more dexterous than her and Ziyin's, and the embroidered flowers are also very good, at least they can be seen.

  If I can learn this skill from my grandma, maybe I will be able to start an embroidery spinning in the future.

   "Is that girl from the Dao family? Will they be unwilling?" Sang Jinghong didn't seem to expect that her granddaughter would say this, but her heart was also moved by Xia Beibei's words.

Sang Jinghong's embroidery skills, not to mention in Xiajia Village, are among the best in the entire Xuedu. She also heard people say that the things she embroidered before were sold by a local boss. Going far away, it is said to be sold for a good price.

   It's a pity that she is a countryman, and she only knows how to work hard and have a little profit. If the grandparents and grandchildren can live, that's fine.

   However, Daji's daughter-in-law is also an embroiderer. If she takes Xiaoju as her apprentice, will their family think that she is too high for her?

   "Yes, how could they not? This is a good thing." Xia Beibei said immediately.

  Xia Xiaoju can get grandma's true biography, that's better than anything else, can Aunt Ji be unwilling? Besides, in the winter, when Xiaoju is at home, if something happens, it's better to come over and learn a craft.

   As for her, grandma taught her for a year before. She also has memories of those embroidery skills and techniques, so she doesn't need to teach her because she has other things to do.

   "Then go talk to his house." Sang Jinghong nodded in response.

  She is not the kind of person who is so stingy that she refuses to pass on her skills to others. As long as you have the heart to learn the skills of embroidery, even if you think about it slowly, you will be able to figure out some tricks.

   She didn't figure it out by herself back then.

   "Okay, I'll go right now." As soon as Xia Beibei heard Sang Jinghong's words, she hurriedly ran out the door.

   "Juniang, be careful, the road is slippery." Sang Jinghong quickly called to the door when she saw her running out.

   It's just that Xia Beibei is still there in the yard, he has already left the yard.

   "This girl, why is she so impatient." Sang Jinghong said angrily.

  …

  Xia Dao's house was quiet and quiet. There was no movement. The yard was thick with snow, and there were not even a single footprint on it.

   "Uncle Dao, Aunt Ji, are you at home?" Xia Beibei was outside the courtyard, poking his head and squinting one eye, looking at the situation inside.

  Xuedu on a snowy day, everyone knows what the people do in their hearts. Basically, they are burning fire, embroidering, or doing some handicrafts.

Just like Xia Dao, he will weave bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets. In winter, he will weave more. After the snow has melted, he will take it to the town and sell it. It's quite a bit of income.

   After a while, Aunt Ji pushed open the door of the hall and walked out.

   "Juniang, it's snowing heavily, why did you come here? Is there something wrong?" Aunt Ji stepped on the white snow and came over to open the courtyard door a little and let Xia Beibei come in.

   "Hey, I really have something to do, Aunt Ji." After Xia Beibei got in, she smiled at Aunt Ji.

   "Go in and warm up quickly, it's cold enough outside." Aunt Ji glanced at her and let her go in first, no matter what she had to do.

   Outside this day, people can really freeze to death.

   "Hey." Xia Beibei rubbed her little hands that were red from the cold, and quickly followed Aunt Ji into the hall of her house.

In the hall of Xia Dao's house, it is not ordinary. Grandma Xiaoju is folding paper ingots. This is also waiting for the snow to be sold at the ghost shop in the town. Xia Dao is busy weaving bamboo baskets. , The one in his hand is called a sharp one, and Grandpa Xiaoju didn't cut up the big bamboo there, cut it into strips, and then polished it on the blade specially made of bamboo strips.

   And Xiaoju and Aunt Ji, looking at the embroidery stretcher that was put aside, they could tell at a glance that they were both doing embroidery work.

   "Jiniang is here, come over and bake the fire." Grandpa Xiaoju looked up at Xia Beibei and said enthusiastically.

   "Mmmm." Xia Beibei responded.

   She couldn't help but sighed in her heart, if everyone in Xiajia Village were as close to each other as Xiaoju's family, working hard and not allowing anyone to do more and not to do less, would there still be so many gossiping people?

   Also, those people who have no money will be hungry, and those who are not diligent, of course, deserve to be hungry.

   "Uncle Dao, you are really fast at weaving bamboo baskets."

   However, she had to murmur in her heart that such bamboo baskets and baskets were only worth two or three coins, and in her opinion, they were all inferior goods.

   However, seeing Xia Dao making bamboo products, her hands itch.

   In modern times, although the Xia family is a famous family, her mother was born in a small family, and her grandfather started a small factory by relying on a pure hand-made bamboo product craftsmanship.

   So for bamboo products, especially handmade ones, she can be considered a half-hearted person.

   "Juniang, don't laugh at Uncle Dao, these craftsmanship can't catch your eye." Xia Dao looked up at Xia Beibei and smiled, then continued to lower his head to work.

   "Sister Jiuniang, it's so cold, why are you here?" Xia Xiaoju put down the embroidery in her hand and stood up from the chair.

   "Of course I have something to do with you." Xia Beibei looked at Xia Xiaoju.

   "What's the matter?" Xia Xiaoju's eyes became bright when she heard Xia Beibei say something was wrong, and she couldn't wait to hear something good in the next moment.

   Every time Sister Jiuniang finds her, it will be a good thing, so this time, she thinks, it must be no exception.

   "These days, I'm learning embroidery with my grandma..."

   "What? Sister Jiuniang, are you learning embroidery???" Xia Xiaoju's eyes widened when she heard her words.

   She and Xia Beibei have known each other before. Although they are not as familiar as they are now, they can still talk a few words. How can they not know how 'powerful' Xia Beibei used to be.

   Now that she is learning embroidery again, she should not be surprised.

   "Xiaoju, what's your expression? Tell you, my embroidery is fine now, but my hands are a little slower." Xia Beibei saw her expression, "Can you really embroider flowers?" ' expression, suddenly a little bit of crying and laughing.

   She came here to find a joke, right?

   "Oh." Xia Xiaoju quickly put away her stupid appearance.

"That's it, I have other things to do at hand. I don't have time to embroider that thing, so I thought that I would let you learn from grandma. This craft can't be lost in grandma's hands, right? "Xia Beibei said.

   She also heard from her grandmother that the reason why her embroidery was so lifelike was that she figured it out by herself, and she had never been taught by any master.

   But in order to be able to sell her mouth, she lied to the boss in the town, saying that there was a very powerful master, but she didn't know his name.

"What, Jiuniang, what you said is true, do you really want Xiaoju to learn embroidery with your grandma?" Grandma Xiaoju didn't care about the paper ingot in her hand when she heard Xia Beibei's words, she quickly stood up, her face full of expression. On the color of surprise, even the eyes are shining brightly.

   In Xiajia Village, who doesn't envy Sang Jinghong's embroidery skills, if he can worship her as a teacher, even if he will not be famous in the future, he will not have to worry about food and clothing.

  I didn't expect that this good thing would fall on the head of her family's Xiaoju. I was really happy.

"Originally, I wanted to ask Xiaoju to go with Ziyin, but as you know Grandma Xin, the village chief and I...hehe, so I just asked Xiaoju to go alone." Xia Beibei raised her hand and grabbed it embarrassedly. He scratched his head and said with a smirk.

   The fact that she was at odds with the village chief must have been guessed by everyone in the village, and she did not hide it.

   "Xiaoju, you are lucky, this is really a pie from the sky, and it just hit Xiaoju in our family." Aunt Ji looked at Xiaoju happily and said happily.

   "I also know that your embroidery skills, Aunt Ji, are no worse than grandma's. I didn't dare to come, I was afraid that Aunt Ji would dislike it..."

   "Juniang, what are you talking about, can my poor embroidery skills be compared to your grandma?" Aunt Ji interrupted Xia Beibei.

   Her embroidery skills, if it sounds nice, are considered top-notch in Xiajia Village, but if you compare them with Sang Jinghong, they are like heaven and earth, there is absolutely no comparison.

   "Xiaoju, Xiaoju, did you hear what I said?" When Xia Beibei looked at Xia Xiaoju, she found that this girl was stupid. She called a few times but didn't respond.

   After a while, Xia Xiaoju raised her hand and squeezed **** her little face.

"Oh, it hurts." Immediately, her whole face was contorted together, but even though it was extremely painful, Xia Xiaoju was still excited, "Mother, it's true, I can go to learn embroidery with Grandma Sang. Go, haha, mother, I'm going to make a lot of money."