Song Yun was about to bring over the necessary materials for making shoes: cloth, cotton wool, and balls of thread. She wanted to make both plain cloth shoes and cotton-padded shoes. She specifically instructed Aunt Sun to use scraps of old cloth for the outers, explaining that the situation in the city was tense and that wearing something too worn was safer than wearing something too shabby, which would attract attention.
Aunt Sun naturally didn't think too much about it. She deliberately dug out some unused rags from her home and planned to use them to make a few fake patches on the shoe uppers.
After Song Yun finished her chores at Aunt Sun's house, she took Ziyi home to cook dinner. In the evening, she had to go to the cowshed to measure the feet of her parents and Mr. Qi and Mr. Mo.
She had bought two pairs of cotton shoes for her parents in Beijing before. Those cotton shoes were too thick and too soft to be worn in the cowshed, so she planned to keep them for now and let her parents wear them at home after they moved into the small courtyard.
There is no need to make the cotton-padded jacket look old on purpose. When the new cotton-padded jacket is finished, you can make their worn-out autumn clothes bigger and sew them directly on the outside of the new cotton-padded jacket. This way you can ensure that the cotton-padded jacket is both low-key and has connotation.
Do it whenever you want. After Song Yun comes back from the cowshed at night, she lights an oil lamp in the room, then lights a candle to make the room bright. She then takes out an old newspaper and draws the pattern of the clothes according to the measurements she had taken before. This is equivalent to making a draft. Shoes have shoe patterns, and clothes also need clothing patterns. This can reduce unnecessary waste and ensure that no mistakes are made on the fabric.
She and her roommate had only learned the basics of making clothes, which was just in line with the fashion trends of the era. After wasting three sheets of newspaper, they finally cut out the clothing pattern. Then they cut it according to the fabric. They were busy until eleven o'clock, but they only cut out the fabric for four sets of cotton-padded jackets. As for the rest of the work, they would continue tomorrow.
The next day, Song Yun and Ziyi went into the mountains again. They were busy until three in the afternoon and came back. Their harvest was even richer than the day before. By dusk, the eaves were already full of pheasants and rabbits.
There were more than a dozen winnowing baskets in the yard, all filled with herbs. Some people had nothing to put them in, so they just used old door panels and broken mats to spread on the ground to dry the herbs. The herbs alone took up most of the yard. Looking at so many herbs, Song Yun was so happy that her eyes didn't open.
Song Ziyi was a little surprised. "Sister, are these herbs really the ones we got from the mountain these past few days? Why are there so many?" Did he remember it wrong? He remembered that the herbs he and his sister had brought down didn't seem to be so many.
Song Yun patted Song Ziyi's shoulder and said, "If we don't do it, who will? What are you dreaming of? I've tied it up tightly, and this is all I can see when I spread it out." This kid has a sharp eye.
However, when Song Ziyi trusted his sister wholeheartedly, he would take her at face value and never think about anything else.
After fooling Ziyi, Song Yun thought to herself that she should be more careful in the future and not be too greedy. Even though Ziyi was her biological brother, the matter of the system must not be exposed.
The three days of picking autumn vegetables passed in the blink of an eye. Most of the villagers had a good harvest. The yards of every household were full of mushrooms drying in the sun. In addition to keeping some for their own consumption, the remaining dried mushrooms would be sent to the supply and marketing cooperative, either to be exchanged for money or for household items.
On the day the team resumed work, Song Yun also had to resume her clinic. She came to the clinic early and there were obviously many people waiting outside. The ones waiting at the front were Accountant Li and Li Shengli.
Compared to the last time he came to her and forced her to prescribe medicine, Li Shengli has lost a lot of weight. He was not good-looking to begin with, and now he looks like he has aged ten years. He looks listless and has no energy at all.
Accountant Li dragged his son into the clinic, his face etched with embarrassment, his voice weak. "Song Zhiqing, could you please take Shengli's pulse and see how he's doing?"
Song Yun didn't refuse and nodded to the stool beside the table, "Sit down."
Li Shengli lowered his head, not daring to look at Song Yun, nor did he have the face to look at her.
"Give me your hand." Song Yun didn't even look at him, her expression and voice were indifferent.
Li Shengli stretched out his hand on the table. Song Yun felt his pulse and quickly retracted her hand. She said to Accountant Li, "Rat poison is poison after all. Even if he vomited it out later, it has already caused some damage to his body."
Accountant Li asked hurriedly, "Can you give me a medical diagnosis?"
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