The seven women, young and old, sat in a circle. The two older sisters didn't go out to play; they stayed home to help.

Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui have always helped out at home, but recently their lives have improved, so they've gone out for a few days to play.

Wei Mo sat opposite them and slowly began to weave. After weaving only a little, he handed it to the people in front of him to check.

"Memorize these steps first, and then write it out like this."

After everyone had looked through it, they slowly began to weave it themselves, and everyone learned it quite well.

After all, this is related to my future life. As long as I can weave quickly and well, it's much easier than working.

Take Wei Mo's speed as an example. He can basically weave more than ten a day. Each one is worth two work points, which is about thirty work points.

Compared to an adult laborer, they can earn many more work points by working. A strong laborer can only earn about 10 work points a day, and that's considered quite a lot of work.

Wang Zhenhua and his ilk could naturally not match Wei Mo's speed. But if they studied diligently for a few days, they could still weave three or four pieces a day, which would be roughly equivalent to their work points at their regular jobs.

It's not tiring at all. If you can weave it well while lying down, let alone sitting, no one will care if you weave it while lying down.

The female educated youths naturally remembered Wei Mo's kindness, after all, the skills of that era were not something that could be taught casually.

Otherwise, why would the brigade leader agree to hand over the knitting group to Wang Zhenhua for management? It's all because of Wei Mo's knitting skills.

Although the knitting team hasn't officially announced anything yet, it seems that no matter what problems arise, the taller people are always the ones taking the blame.

Moreover, with the old village chief's guarantee, ordinary people wouldn't dare to act recklessly.

Wei Mo, with his hands behind his back, inspected the work of the group of people with the air of a little adult.

"How could you be so stupid! Here, yes, right here, wrong!"

As soon as he saw Li Xiuxiu make a mistake, he would immediately go up and criticize her. However, Li Xiuxiu didn't dare to say much. Little brat! You'll learn by doing.

When it came to other people, they were much gentler. Everyone covered their mouths and chuckled. Watching Wei Mo bully Li Xiuxiu was particularly funny, but no one said anything.

The child is too young to know that women are all petty. No one reminded Wei Mo; everyone was waiting to see Wei Mo get punished by Li Xiuxiu, including Wang Zhenhua.

"Little brother, little brother, do you think my braided one is okay?"

Wei Xiaohui picked up the fish basket she had woven and handed it to Wei Mo to look at.

It must be said that, despite her young age, the eldest sister was the first among them to finish weaving a finished product.

Although the woven fish basket doesn't look very nice, there's nothing wrong with it.

Wei Mo nodded to his older sister.

"Big sister, you're right, unlike some aunties who keep making the same mistake. How can they be so stupid?"

Wei Xiaohui was very happy to receive her brother's affirmation, and then continued to weave with the willow branches.

Li Xiuxiu's face darkened. She was clearly being targeted and wanted to rush over and beat Wei Mo up, but she hadn't done so yet, for fear that the child would throw a tantrum and refuse to teach her.

She added another entry to Wei Mo's previous account, saying, "You little brat, just you wait!"

Although Wang Zhenhua wasn't physically strong, he was quite good at knitting, and his knitting was much better than his older sister's. He checked his finished product and smiled happily.

It was perfectly acceptable. He even compared his own fish basket with the one woven by Wei Mo, and found that they were almost identical in size and appearance.

"Mom, this is good enough. Just practice a little more, knit a few more, and increase your speed."

Wei Mo, with his hands behind his back, commented on the fish basket woven by his mother, acting like a little adult.

As time went by, everyone's fish baskets were finally finished, and they all accepted Wei Mo's comments, after all, Wei Mo's skills were professional.

There were some deliberate attacks targeting Li Xiuxiu, which everyone noticed, but Li Xiuxiu tolerated them all.

Wei Mo still occasionally checks on the traps, since the traps are still falling, and the birds can be burned at night.

Everyone has mastered the basic weaving skills. Wei Mo looked at the sky and, thinking about the fish baskets by the river, couldn't help but ask.

"It'll get dark soon, and we haven't checked the fish baskets yet. Who wants to come with me to retrieve them?"

Li Xiuxiu, who had long wanted to take revenge on Wei Mo, stood up and glanced at Wei Mo.

"Let's go, let's go."

In fact, Wei Mo wanted to refuse, since the catch was bound to be quite large and one person might not be able to carry it all. However, it was hard to say what Li Xiuxiu would say.

"How about another person goes? What if there are too many and you can't carry them all, Auntie?"

The others wanted to help, but Li Xiuxiu refused. How could she deal with Wei Mo if they followed her? Today, she would show him what it meant to be a three-eyed tyrant.

"No need, you can continue weaving. You can easily handle up to 200 jin."

After saying that, she picked up a large basket and carried it on her back. Wei Mo was a little reluctant to go, but Li Xiuxiu hugged him tightly.

"Want to back out now? It's too late!"

Seeing Li Xiuxiu threatening him, Wei Mo decisively backed down for the sake of his little brother.

"Aunt Xiuxiu, it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I'm afraid of tiring you out."

Wei Mo, unable to break free from Li Xiuxiu's embrace, was attacked by Li Xiuxiu shortly after they left the door.

With one hand holding Wei Mo, and the other hand flicking Wei Mo's penis, she also made threatening remarks.

"Are you still going to mess with me? Do you think I'd let a five-year-old bully me?"

Wei Mo covered his younger brother with both hands, but he still couldn't stop the violent woman.

"I was wrong, Auntie, let's make up."

Li Xiuxiu was extremely smug. "Hmph, you still dare to bully me? Don't you know that women hold grudges?"

"Give me a cow to eat, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll tear the cow off for you."

Wei Mo felt nothing but humiliation, but if he was going to be dragged around by a violent woman, he might as well take matters into his own hands.

Afterwards, Wei Mo touched his younger brother in grief and anger, grabbed a handful of air, and brought it to Li Xiuxiu's mouth.

Li Xiuxiu even smacked her lips in agreement.

"It's so delicious! I want to eat it next time. Remember to pick some for me, okay?"

Wei Mo didn't answer, so Li Xiuxiu prepared to do it herself. Helpless, Wei Mo could only cover his younger brother and nod repeatedly.

"Okay, okay."

How can I just let this loss go like this?! I'm a time traveler, how can I be so miserable?

"Aunt Xiuxiu, I want to eat Zha Zha."

Wei Mo licked his face, which was as big as a 39-inch color TV screen, and pretended to be a child, looking at Li Xiuxiu with a pitiful expression.

Li Xiuxiu's face turned red instantly. It's normal for a four or five-year-old child to sneak a few bites now and then.

Looking at Wei Mo, whom she had bullied so badly, Li Xiuxiu still agreed. After glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, she unbuttoned two buttons on her clothes.