Chapter 372 You'd better leave
"good."
Yi Chichi nodded and asked Qin Jiu if he wanted to go together. After hearing that no, he wanted to stay with Daju and the others, so he carried the rabbit to his grandfather's residence.
The sun is pretty good today, and it doesn't feel hot even when it shines directly on people. The old man and his friends have been busy harvesting with the main group recently, and they are also very tired.
But they can't sit still.
When Yi Chichi arrived, Old Mrs. Song was mending clothes, and the old man and his friends were weeding the vegetable garden.
At the beginning of spring, the team allowed the old man and his friends to start a vegetable garden. Uncle Ye, as the main laborer, worked diligently to cultivate the land.
Perhaps because of his military experience, the vegetable garden he opened was like a chessboard, with one piece of land divided into several small plots, each of which was neatly arranged.
The radishes, cabbages and other vegetables planted are also arranged very neatly, which is very friendly to people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Yi Chichi always feels comfortable when watching it, and this time is no exception.
After calling everyone, she squatted by the vegetable garden, picked a persimmon as she was familiar with the place, washed it, and started to eat it happily.
The old man turned around and glanced at the rabbit she brought. "Skin it again?"
"Yes."
She nodded and said, "Grandpa, who of you can peel it and make it for dinner."
"Xiao Ye, you go."
They all said in unison, their eyes all fell on the still young and strong Ye Yuntang.
He uttered an "oh," put down his hoe, walked over, picked up the rabbit, took a look, and sighed, "The color of the skin isn't very good."
Yi Chichi didn't care, "As long as it's warm enough, it's fine."
Whether the fur color is mixed or not is not her concern.
The family has accumulated nearly twenty rabbit skins of various sizes. They may not be enough to make clothes, but they are enough to make knee pads and gloves for the old man to share.
"Are you waiting here?"
"Wait."
By the way, let’s see if I can learn a few tricks.
As a result, the cruel reality taught her that skinning a rabbit is a technical job that requires courage. She felt a little scared when the rabbit meat was exposed during the skinning process.
But rabbit meat is delicious, which also caused her facial expression to be a little distorted.
The corner of Ye Yuntang's mouth twitched, "What are you thinking about?"
This look of three parts disgust, three parts pity and four parts greed made his scalp tingle.
"It feels a bit cruel to skin a rabbit."
Ye Yuntang opened his mouth and was about to retort, but Yi Chichi said, "You have to make something delicious, otherwise it will be a shame for it to come to this world."
"...Girl, you should go."
Don't keep squatting here. It affects his work and his mood.
"OK."
Yi Chichi turned around and left. She couldn't skin the rabbit, so she decided to go help her grandfather and the others weed.
The result was rejected.
The reason was that her hands, which were good at embroidery, could not do rough work.
Besides, the vegetable garden is not big and they have almost finished weeding it, so they really don’t need her.
Helplessly, Yi Chichi could only help the old lady with needlework.
I was not rejected this time. In the words of Old Mrs. Song, this is called professional matching.
Then, Yi Chichi, who was a professional in the field, mended the remaining pieces of clothing at an extraordinary speed.
The stitches are fine and the patches are neatly done.
Seeing this, Old Lady Song sighed repeatedly, "You young people have good eyesight."
"I use my eyes a lot, so I pay attention to protecting and exercising them."
Embroiderers spend a lot of time using their eyes, and if they don’t pay attention to maintenance and exercise, their eyes are easily damaged.
The habit she cultivated since childhood made her consciously practice embroidery no matter where she was born, even if she didn't need to sit in front of the embroidery frame that day.
My eyesight has always been good.
She used a pair of scissors to cut the thread and asked, "Are there any left? If so, bring them all out so I can mend them together."
"have."
The old lady stood up and said, "I have two cotton-padded jackets that I refilled with cotton, but they are not stuffed properly. Can you help me fix them?"
"good."
Soon, the old lady came out with two gray patched cotton jackets.
Yi Chichi took it and unfolded it to take a look. It belonged to Uncle Ye and Mr. Song.
Pinch it, the thickness is okay.
It is definitely not suitable to wear it in the coldest days of winter, but this is a small jacket worn when the temperature drops. There are also big cotton-padded jackets when it is the coldest.
Therefore, Yi Chizhi did not say that it was a bit thin and asked to stuff some more cotton in it. Instead, he checked everything, found the place to stuff the cotton, spread the cotton flat, and then sewed it up.
To ensure that the cotton would not run, she used flat stitches, with the stitches being fine, tight and smooth.
After sewing it, Mrs. Song picked it up, looked at it, and praised, "The stitches are very good."
Yi Chichi laughed and said, "You said my major is suitable for me. If I don't do it well, I will be embarrassed."
That’s right, as a person, don’t compare your own weaknesses with professionals, otherwise you will be the one who embarrasses yourself.
However, after glancing at her own sewing, she couldn't help but complain, "Compared to your sewing, mine is unbearable to look at."
Before Yi Chichi could respond, Mr. Song began to comfort his wife.
"Nonsense, you sew very well too. I think you sew better than Chi Chi."
This is a typical lie, but what can be done? The old couple have supported each other for most of their lives and have never left each other, sharing happiness and hardships. In the old man's heart, his wife is naturally the best.
So, Yi Chichi smiled and continued, "Grandpa Song is right, you sew better than me."
The old lady laughed out loud, "You two just know how to coax me."
Ye Yuntang came over with a skinned rabbit and said with a smile, "You should be grateful when someone coaxes you. You haven't coaxed us yet."
"A grown man doesn't need coaxing."
Yi Chichi said calmly and naturally, "Uncle, please help me chop the rabbit."
"OK."
So, Ye Yuntang ran to chop the rabbit.
After he finished chopping the cotton, Yi Chichi had also mended the other cotton jacket.
Seeing this, Ye Yuntang handed over the rabbit meat and said, "The rabbit skin will take a while to prepare. Come back and get it when it's ready."
"Um."
Yi Chi Chi, who had been mentally prepared, didn't intend to take the rabbit skin back. She held the rabbit meat and said, "You guys go ahead and do your work. I'll come back tonight."
As for what they came for, everyone knew it.
However, Yi Chichi broke his promise.
Because Yu Rutang and Chi Jiaojiao were here, the task of delivering rabbit meat and chicken soup had to be entrusted to Qin Jiu.
Yi Chichi warmly invited the two to have dinner together.
"We came here after we had eaten."
Yu Rutang quickly refused, then realized they had come at a bad time and apologized, "How about we come later or tomorrow?"
"No, I'll eat it later."
Yi Chichi put down her chopsticks, said hello to Wen's mother, and led the two of them to her room.
Without the presence of her elders, Chi Jiaojiao's sense of restraint instantly disappeared, and she became excited. "Quick, show me what my clothes look like."
Yi Chichi opened the wardrobe and took out the clothes hanging on the hangers. Before he could say anything, Yu Rutang asked in confusion, "You also bought an electric iron?"
“No.”
There were electric irons in that era, but they were rare. Yi Chichi had only seen them in Guangzhou, not in Baoan Commune or the county.
When she came back from Guangzhou, she originally planned to buy one to bring back, but it was too heavy and not cost-effective to mail it, so she chose to give up.
Instead, he used an old iron that looked like a pot and was quite useful.
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