Chapter 338 Why do you hit me?

Mother Xia is definitely the one who holds things back the most, no doubt about it.

Yang Caiyun was also shocked. She thought she had good talent and had only been learning from Xia Liang for a short time. But when she returned home, she also tried it many times using old clothes and old fabrics.

She patched up the few old clothes at home, and tried many times. Even when she made clothes for the first time, she was nervous. She would think twice before cutting, for fear that if she cut it wrong, it might not be repairable!

Looking at Xia's mother again, it was clear that making clothes was simple, very, very simple, and it was a piece of cake for her.

I really don’t know where she gets such strong confidence from?

Everyone looked at Xia Jing with sympathy, and at this time Xia Jing was finally not so dizzy anymore. She would rather pass out right now.

She staggered and hurried into the house.

Yang Xiao rolled her eyes, pulled Xia Liang's arm, and whispered, "Sister, let's go in and take a look!"

Xia Liang originally wanted to go in, but someone grabbed her other arm. Xia Liang turned around and saw that it was Yang Caiyun.

"Let's go in and take a look!"

Aunt Li followed in, but the three of them followed Xia Liang and looked at her carefully, afraid of being bumped into. Xia Liang felt warm in her heart. This was the attitude of a family member, knowing how to protect her at all times.

She had never enjoyed such treatment when she was in the Xia family before.

At this time, in the room, there were still some fabrics on Xia Jing's sewing machine, and on the table not far away. Xia Jing was almost trembling when she came, looking at the clothes that had been made but not put away, and picked up one with trembling hands.

Xia Jing's hands were shaking so badly that if you didn't know, you would think she had epilepsy.

Xia Jing shook it open carefully and saw the appearance of the clothes. Her face turned pale and she fell to the ground with a thud. Tears streamed down her face like threads!

Everyone who came in was shocked when they saw this. Xia Jing was crying so sadly. Even if her parents had died, she wouldn't have to cry like this!

Although she didn't cry out loud, her silent tears were even more shocking.

Everyone looked at the clothes in her hands, and the surprise in their eyes was even harder to conceal.

An old woman in her sixties stared at him with her presbyopic eyes wide open, muttering, "Well, although I have never used a sewing machine to make clothes for others, I have also made clothes! The piece of clothing she picked up, could it be made for a newborn baby? Ordinary people really can't wear it!"

"Oh, Auntie, what you said is wrong. Even if the city dwellers in the town are rich, how could they be willing to spend money to make clothes for their children? They just sew them casually at home! These must be clothes for adults!" Someone kindly explained to her.

The old woman nodded and asked seriously, "I've lived my whole life and made clothes all my life, but this is the first time I've seen this. Xia Jing, educated youth, I want to ask, are these clothes worn on the arms or the legs? Or just on the hands? The clothes you make are quite interesting. Even the gloves are made in the shape of clothes!"

There was a chuckle, and I don't know who laughed first.

It’s not their fault that they have no sympathy and like to laugh at jokes. It’s mainly because the old woman who just spoke was so funny.

Is it possible for a normal person to say that gloves are made to look like clothes?

Yang Caiyun could hardly bear it anymore.

Compared to most people here, she, who knows how to make clothes, could tell at a glance that the clothes were extremely inappropriate! Looking at the size of the clothes, let alone a normal person, even a three or four-year-old child might not be able to wear them.

And the most important thing is that the clothes are made very strangely. If you don’t look carefully, they really don’t look like clothes!

I have to say, Mother Xia is really a talent. A talent who specializes in cheating people.

Zhou Hao also ran in. He saw Xia Jing lying on the ground crying and didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

"Jing'er..."

Just now he was still angry outside, he was angry because Xia Jing didn't give him face. Wasn't it just a little bit of meat? Xia Jing made a loud noise and called most of the people in the village to come over, making him lose face.

But when Zhou Hao heard that Xia's mother was helping to make clothes, he was also shocked. When he came to his senses and walked in, he saw Xia Jing crying silently. Zhou Hao's heart skipped a beat. He took a step forward and grabbed the clothes in Xia Jing's hand, his lips trembling: "This... this..."

He couldn't say what came next. Any normal person could see that the clothes were not normal. He didn't know how Xia's mother raised her head when they were outside just now.

"What happened?"

Meng Xiaoxiao, who had been hiding in the house and dared not come out, felt something was wrong when she saw everyone running into the main house.

She hurried over and squeezed into the room. She happened to see the clothes in Zhou Hao's hand and asked in confusion, "Zhou Hao, what's wrong?"

"Haha, I told you I have talent. Look at the clothes I made, aren't they pretty?"

Mother Xia followed Meng Xiaoxiao in, not wanting to be outdone. She didn't notice Zhou Hao's expression, but proudly pulled Meng Xiaoxiao's hand and boasted, "Xiaoxiao, let me tell you, I'm very fast at making clothes. Look, I made several pieces in one night! I'm faster than that girl Xia Jing. Don't worry, I'll make the rest later!"

Meng Xiaoxiao was shocked. She turned around and looked at Xia's mother in disbelief. They had lived together for a while, and Meng Xiaoxiao thought she knew this old lady well. Although she had helped Xia Jing in the past, she only helped her cut threads and iron clothes. When did she learn to make clothes, and faster than Xia Jing?

"You..." For a moment, Meng Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Zhou Hao suddenly turned around, holding the clothes in one hand, came in front of Xia's mother, and slapped her in the face.

Zhou Hao had never worked at full strength when he was working in the fields in the village, but he was a man after all, and he was very strong. He used all his strength in this slap. Mother Xia turned around on the spot, then took several steps back and fell to the ground.

Her ears were buzzing and blood was oozing from the corners of her lips.

When she was no longer dizzy, Xia's mother came to her senses: "Zhou Hao! Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?"

When she said this, her face and mouth hurt!

Mother Xia struggled to get up, but she had fallen so hard that she couldn't get up after crawling twice.

Meng Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Hao in confusion: "Zhou Hao, you..."