Zhou Aihui came next door carrying two pieces of cotton cloth.
The door was open, and Zhou Aihui knew that Xiao Yichen was at home.
I don’t know what’s going on with this master. He stayed at home for quite a long time this time.
Zhou Aihui also adapted well to some rural customs. She went straight into the yard and knocked on the door when she reached the house.
"Master's wife, are you home?"
Su Ruobai in the room was reading a Japanese encyclopedia.
Hearing the word "Master's Wife", I couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Knowing it was Zhou Aihui, he closed the book, put it aside, and then got off the kang, calling out to her, "Come in, I'm in the room."
Zhou Aihui didn't hesitate and went straight into the house.
"Master's wife, I'm at home. Have you eaten?" He had a smile on his face and a respectful attitude.
Su Ruobai felt a little uncomfortable with this apprentice sister who was several years older than her.
But then I thought about it and gave up.
Being someone's mistress is better than calling someone a mistress!
Xiao Yichen is still there, at least he is still the master.
Su Ruobai nodded: "I have eaten. Have you eaten? If not, eat something here. There is still pot."
Zhou Aihui quickly shook her head: "I've eaten, Master's wife, no need to bother. I'm getting married soon, right? I'm thinking of making myself some clothes. I heard we have a sewing machine at home. Can I use it?"
Su Ruobai turned around and looked carefully at his apprentice's sister, his eyes full of admiration.
"You can also make clothes?"
Or use a sewing machine.
It is not uncommon to know how to make clothes nowadays, and almost every woman in every household knows how to do it.
Ready-made clothes cost several yuan each, and a good Dacron shirt costs eighteen yuan each.
For farmers, this is simply an exorbitant price.
It's more cost-effective to buy fabric and make it yourself.
Some families with many members even weave their own cloth and make their own clothes.
But that's not to say that the dog has any clothes to wear.
It's also a three-legged jacket, an old three-legged jacket that was patched up like this.
When the older one becomes worn out and too small, it will be passed on to the younger one.
Some families don't even have a few pieces of clothes to wear outside.
Only whoever goes out can wear the clothes.
If you don’t have any, just lie on your bed at home and cover yourself with a piece of tattered quilt.
Thinking of this, Su Ruobai looked at Zhou Aihui again.
It's obvious that this girl comes from a good family.
Her skin is delicate and her eyes are clear. Even the clothes she wears are the latest style of the day.
Zhou Aihui looked at the young and beautiful master's wife who looked at her again and again.
My heart was pounding.
There was no trace of fur on his face.
"Master's Wife, what are you looking at me for? Is there something on my face?"
Su Ruobai smiled slightly: "No, I just think you have good hands. You can even use a sewing machine. Come on, let's go to the west room. I thought it was in the way, so I moved it there directly."
As he said that, he walked towards the west room.
As they walked, he continued talking to Zhou Aihui: "What are you planning to do? Bragi, or something else?"
Zhou Aihui also stood up and followed.
"A braid, nothing else would be suitable. I happen to have a piece of aqua-red material, perfect for a skirt."
Arriving in the west room, the two looked at the sewing machine.
Su Ruobai took a tablecloth off the sewing machine.
There is no way around it. The soil in the countryside is thick and if there is nothing to block it, a layer of dust will fall on it in just a few days.
Zhou Aihui walked around the sewing machine.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
It's nothing, it's just that this machine is too cheap and there's not even any sewing thread on it.
She bet that she would be the first one to own this sewing machine.
Put away all the stuff and wipe off all the grease.
Then he found a bench and started stepping on the clothes.
Fortunately, she had already made the fabrics at home.