Thinking of the dried-up lake in front of her home, Yue Jiuyue felt a surge of desire.
Or, how about another miracle?
Looking at the remaining balance of less than twenty taels of silver, Yue Jiuyue sighed. She was about to run out of money to supply the well water alone.
Sigh! Taking a day off, all I hear is the sound of money disappearing in a flash!
"Ouch! Mom! It hurts!"
Xiaoman suddenly burst into tears. Yue Jiuyue didn't have time to think of any solutions and immediately ran out of the house, where she saw Liu Shi holding Xiaoman and trying to comfort her.
"Don't cry, Xiaoman. Mommy will pat you down and you'll be fine soon."
"What happened? Did you get stuck? Where did you get stuck?"
Yue Jiuyue asked three questions in a row. When she got closer, she saw that Xiaoman's pants had a hole in the knee patch.
"Mom, it's nothing, I just fell and hit my knee. I saw it, it's just a scrape."
Madam Liu smiled and offered an explanation, then sighed:
"My pants have a hole in them, and I have to patch them up again. I don't even know how many patches I've had. Sigh!"
Children are not very steady on their feet and often fall down. Their knees and elbows are the most vulnerable spots, so these areas are always covered with patches.
Yue Jiuyue: ...
She had nothing to say.
In the mall, a bolt of fine linen is quite expensive. One meter of fabric costs 9.8 yuan, and a bolt of fabric is about 13 meters long, so that's 130 yuan, which is more than twice as expensive as cotton fabric.
Of course, it wasn't that Yue Jiuyue couldn't afford it; she was just lamenting the difference in prices over time.
Moreover, the timing is not right. In this famine era when people couldn't even afford to eat, who would be willing to spend money on a piece of cloth that couldn't be eaten or drunk, instead of buying grain? Even in a good year, such families were few and far between.
"When Xiaoman gets sleepy later, I'll make her some more nourishing food."
Since she couldn't make Xiaoman a new pair of pants, Yue Jiuyue thought of using the scraps of fabric to create a pattern. Even if it was just a patch, it would be a nice one. After all, many people in their area like to wear patched clothes, and there are also patchwork designs.
"No need, Mother, I can fix it myself. It's just a matter of a few needle pricks."
With that, Madam Liu carried Xiaoman, who had stopped crying, back into the house.
Yue Jiuyue shrugged. Well, actually, she wasn't very good at needlework; she just sewed for fun.
Stepping out of the door, Yue Jiuyue stood on the opposite side of the road, by the lake, looking at the cracked mud at the bottom of the lake, and unconsciously touched her face.
It's only because her face is small, otherwise she would look like this, right? It's like she's screaming with her mouth wide open:
I'm so thirsty! I'm so parched! Give me some water!
She really wanted to fill it up, but she didn't have the money.
So there's no point in thinking about it anymore; she should just go back to her bricklaying job!
So Yue Jiuyue went home to get a hoe and a basket, told Liu Shi, who was mending Xiaoman's pants in the house, and went to the back mountain.
"Little Man's mother, I'm going to the back mountain!"
The next moment, Liu's voice rang out:
"Okay, Mom!"
Unless they are staying nearby, villagers will inform their families before going out, so that if something happens at home, they can find them.
Yue Jiuyue has been in this world for more than two months now, and she has gradually gotten used to it.
Carrying a basket on her back, she walked past the three Lin brothers who were digging holes everywhere, and headed straight for another mountain.
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