The hand-sewn ones are even more amazing. Putting aside the fabric and the craftsmanship of the masters, just the sewing on them, if you cut off any one of them, it would be enough for an ordinary person to live for several lifetimes. On the shoulders, cuffs, buttons, pockets, and anywhere else that can hold something, red, blue, and green gems are sewn on them.

The worst is carnelian, which is red agate. It is all hand-cut and has no flaws. Under the light, the chalcedony inside seems to be flowing.

The valuable one is green jadeite. Although it is not glass-type imperial green, it is as green as a pool of water, smooth and oily, and the water inside seems to be about to overflow at any time.

There are treasures on not just one set of clothes, but all of them!

Fang Zongtang looked at this and that, wishing he could move them all back to the old house and lock them up.

There was a knock on the door.

"Atang, the bath water is ready. Do you want to take a bath now or after dinner?" Song Yi's low voice sounded outside.

She resisted the urge to pull off the hand-sewn green jade buttons, loosened her clothes, and carefully patted the wrinkles that were pinched hard.

"Wash them now, and find me a set of clothes that aren't that expensive." After saying that, she looked at the things in the room reluctantly, gritted her teeth and went out.

When she grows up, all these must be hers.

"Ah Tang, I've hung your new clothes on the rack, and put the towels here, too. If you don't know how to use the shampoo in the bathtub, call me!"

Fang Zongtang's originally very good mood was ruined by a sentence that he didn't know how to use.

"Get lost."

You bastard, you said she doesn’t know how to use...her?

Why are they all in foreign languages?

Fang Zongtang picked up another bottle, still in a foreign language, out of disbelief.

She just didn't believe it. There were five or six bottles here, all in foreign languages.

I never expected it~

The more satisfying it was to scold him just now, the more embarrassed I feel now.

There are foreign languages ​​from more than one country, six bottles, from six countries.

It makes people angry.

Her great grandfather was very conservative. After sending her to school, he saw that the school taught foreign history and foreign languages, so he decisively hired a tutor for her. When she was a child, she learned to read and write half from teachers from Meizhou or Chaozhou, and half from her great grandfather.

My son-in-law, on the other hand, went all the way from primary school to the University of Hong Kong...

Even if you can't understand foreign languages, there are only these things. At worst, you can try them one by one. After all, they are all used for cleaning.

Fang Zongtang held his breath, and after washing, he glanced at the ground.

What about the old clothes she threw on the ground?

"Shi Liuzi, where are my old clothes?" He put on his bathrobe and rushed out quickly.

Song Yi was serving the dishes when he heard the roar and quickly turned around.

"Why is your hair still wet? Let me wipe it for you!" Song Yi took the towel from Fang Zongtang's hand slowly and after two pulls, he finally moved it.

She was covered in steam and rushed out without even wiping herself off. Her hair was so wet that it soaked the collar of her bathrobe.

Song Yi hadn't dried her hair for ten years, so his hands were a little unfamiliar, but fortunately he got the hang of it after a few strokes.

"My collar is wet." He raised his hand to hold his hair, freed the towel, and squeezed the moisture on his collar.

A plum blossom bloomed under his hand. With a smile in the corner of his eyes, Song Yi took out a towel and covered his collar.

Fang Zongtang took his eyes off the food on the table and asked the same question again in a hurry.

"My old clothes?"

Song Yi wiped his hair carefully, squeezed out the water, and went to change the towel while saying, "I put it in the dirty clothes basket. Is there anything important in it?"