He didn't even bother digging ditches today, which was considered a job. He stayed in the room all day and didn't know what to do.
Thinking that Yao's mother could come and go from Yao Simeng's room at will, Yao's wife couldn't help but ask.
"It's done. She said we can give it a try today." When Yao's mother said this, her eyes were filled with worry.
She was old and didn't pay attention to clothing styles. She only knew that her daughter had made several pieces of clothing, but she couldn't tell whether they were good or not.
Thinking about what her daughter said in front of her eldest daughter-in-law, Yao's mother was worried about her.
Hearing this, Mrs. Yao's breath eased a little, "Okay, let her try."
Ever since the eldest wife left home, people looked at her strangely whenever she went out.
The lady who was on good terms with her would sigh before she spoke.
Mrs. Yao was very angry. If Yao Simeng hadn't repeatedly assured her that she could make money by making clothes, she would have dragged her out of the village and dug a ditch today.
Anyway, she is going to have sex tonight. We will know whether it is a mule or a horse after taking it out for a walk.
Yao Simeng could feel that beneath the calm surface of the family, there were undercurrents.
The more this happened, the more she gritted her teeth to save face. She worked day and night these past few days to make several clothing designs.
At this time, most clothes are equally thick from top to bottom, making it difficult to show off one's figure.
Yao Simeng made the waist a little smaller so that the waistline can be seen when she wears it.
Although this style is not available in big cities, it has never been seen in a small place like Hongqi Public Park.
Yao Simeng tried it on and found it was fine, and she was full of confidence.
Her expression was also determined - she had suffered a loss when digging medicinal herbs in the back mountain, but what she relied on now was her true self.
Since God could let her live, she would never repeat the tragedy of her previous life.
As long as the clothes can sell well this time, she can save more money, and in a few years she will be able to become a red flag princess and display her skills.
Thinking about this, she lost all desire to sleep and took up her needle and thread to put the finishing touches on her work.
The people in the yard also did not sleep, not only her, but also Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen.
Winter is approaching, the school is going to have winter vacation, and it’s time to prepare for the test papers and exams.
The school leaders sympathized with Jiang Yuman's physical disability and tried to reduce her workload, but she was still assigned the task of setting questions for three test papers.
At this moment, it is not enough to just set the test questions, the test paper also needs to be printed.
Jiang Yuman had seen Teacher Wu engrave it before, and according to the steps from memory, she placed the wax paper on the steel plate and engraved the questions on it with a pen.
This preface is extremely time-consuming. Jiang Yuman started carving it after dinner, and has only finished one now.
"I'll do it, you go to sleep." Fu Jingchen said.
Jiang Yuman did not refuse, mainly because the movement of the baby in her belly reminded her that it was time to go to bed.
When I stood up, I specifically reminded him, "Don't use too much force, try to be consistent, and carve through the wax so that the print will be clear."
If you use too much force, the print will be a blur.
"Um."
Fu Jingchen sat down, picked up the pen, and continued working on the topic.
Anyone holding a gun has a very steady hand, and the slightest deviation will affect hitting the target. This is especially true for Fu Jingchen, who is an excellent marksman.
Even the recoil of the bullet had almost no effect on him, let alone just engraving.
Jiang Yuman stood behind him and watched him carve on the wax paper with very even force, much better than when she carved it herself.
Now I was completely relieved, yawned, and turned to bed.
Lying on the pillow and looking at Fu Jingchen's back, I thought secretly: A reliable man is always reliable...
Outside, the rain could be heard dripping on the tiles, and the light from the kerosene lamp was dim.
Jiang Yuman gradually closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep.
At this moment, a startled sound was heard from the courtyard——
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