Chapter 43: Drawnwork Embroidery and Mendress Stalls at the Small Market...
Logically speaking, in a tailor's workshop, all the seamstresses are skilled at needlework, so Lin Xiushui shouldn't be getting any work at all.
There are several types of tailors in a tailor shop. The first type has fewer people: those who look at and select fabrics, those who take measurements, draw lines, and cut clothes, and those who pleat skirts. They earn little but have a lot of work. The latter type has more people, more work, and more money. They sew all kinds of jackets, long jackets and short jackets, and blouses with narrow sleeves and wide sleeves. They also sew skirts, such as full pleats, pleated skirts, aprons, three-pleated skirts, and tulle skirts. They also sew all kinds of trousers, collars, tube tops, half-sleeves, and so on.
Each had their own division of labor. The sewing woman, who was not among them, was responsible for collecting all kinds of broken items, such as curtains, table curtains, room signs, painted cloth bags, cloth drapes, etc. She would come every few days to repair them and then pay for the repairs.
However, there was a very strict supervisor who kept going around in circles, and she was not satisfied with any of the mending. She went through three or four different sewing women, and the tailor's apprentices made her even more annoyed. They would just patch up the holes and call it a day, making the clothes look terrible. Sometimes she would even think, "How could these things come from the hands of a tailor?"
She's been gone for the past two days, and no one's taken care of the broken thing. Manager Zhuang knows this, of course. She hasn't found suitable people. She had made ample preparations before returning, but clearly, she didn't do enough.
Her face went from pounding in her forehead to calming down and then turning into surprise, which was almost turning into shock.
She looked at the bamboo curtain on the window. The original threads had come undone, leaving it hanging there halfway. Now, however, the threads had been sewn back on, and it had been carefully tied up with gauze.
Manager Zhuang went in to look at the latticework window, which was covered with white silk cloth. It had several holes, and it was troublesome to replace it and difficult to mend it. So it had been left in the same place. When she looked at the bamboo curtain, she was surprised to find that the holes had been patched up and were not visible at all.
Especially the room where the fabric was stored, and the room behind it where the measurements were drawn. There was a door on one side, and two blue curtains hung in the middle. The tassels at the bottom had come loose and were hanging down by the seams. People coming and going, lifting the curtains to enter the room, had slits along the edges all the way down, but now they were all patched up.
"Who repaired these?" Manager Zhuang asked, a question rising in his mind: Could it be that Madam Gu or Second Madam Gu arranged for someone to do it without informing her?
The women who were previously busy with their own work all looked towards the corner. The steward also looked and saw a tall, thin, young woman. He asked, "Is she new? Whose apprentice is she? No, why are you looking at her?"
Grandma Bu walked over and said, "That was done by someone who worked for me. She mended it during her break. Remember to pay her. It's troublesome for her to sew something."
In the silence, a woman spread out a bolt of cloth and said, "The child worked very hard to mend it. Everyone says it's something that's easy to do, so she should be paid."
The other women chimed in, "That's such a good tonic!"
"Look at this curtain, I've come to like it anyway. A-Qiao fixed it as soon as she arrived, so she should be paid."
Manager Zhuang isn't blind, how could she not see the flaws? In the past, she could spot many problems with the previous mendings at a glance, yet she still paid them a lot of wages. This time, she looked at it again and again, but couldn't find any faults, and she was pleased with herself.
Not only did she give, she gave even more. She called Lin Xiushui over and told her privately, "If you can make repairs, I will have someone deliver the items to you every three days so you can make repairs. On those days, you can focus on making repairs. For difficult items, I will give you fifty to one hundred coins per item, and for simple ones, I will give you ten to fifty coins."
"I'll give you cash, but you have to make up the difference for me."
With so much money, Lin Xiushui would be happy to not only mend it properly, but also make it look fancy.
Lin Xiushui originally only looked at the cloth in the room where she looked at the cloth, going back and forth to look at a piece of cloth. However, since there were so many things to sew there, she followed like a little bee, flying east and west, carrying a bundle full of sewing tools, looking at each room and doing sewing and mending.
After she arrived, the screen that was difficult to repair was repaired, the tassels on the long table and incense table were sewn back on, the embroidered stool was given a new cover, and even the small, unnoticed holes were all repaired.
So much so that even though she had just arrived, many of the women recognized her. She carried a bag every day, patching things up here and there, and one glance was enough to leave a deep impression.
While Lin Xiushui was still marveling at how easy it was to make money as a tailor, earning several hundred coins a day, her truly profitable customers started coming to her door.
That work came from several seamstresses.
The first person to contact her was Madam Wang, who sews blouses. Her needlework and embroidery skills are superb. I heard that the blouses she makes are hot items in Gu Erniang's clothing shop.
This Lady Wang was very pretty and spoke in a soft voice, but when she came to see Lin Xiushui, she said, “Look, I am a human being, and my husband is a human being too. We are two people, but we have given birth to a pair of little rascals.”
According to Wang Niangzi herself, she was overjoyed when she gave birth to the twins, but later discovered that she had actually given birth to two little rascals who would chase after cats and dogs.
Her daughter loves trees more than she loves her mother. Every time she goes out, she climbs any tree she sees. She has even recognized several of the easiest trees to climb as her godmothers. Her pants are worn out every single day, literally every single day.
As for her son, he doesn't know the way. For example, if there is a wide road ahead, he will walk close to the wall, walk next to the tree, and go wherever there is something, making his clothes dirty and torn.
As a skilled tailor, she would go home every day to mend tattered clothes, mending them with such fervor that she felt like she wanted to grab a weapon and fight the two men. They couldn't stand to see her idle.
Watching Lin Xiushui mending clothes, she suddenly had an epiphany and decided to sell this troublesome job to someone else, even if it cost a lot of money.
"I'm willing to pay any price, but you have to mend my daughter's torn hair clip, headband, clothes and pants, and my son's too. Just mend them properly, and make the patches as thick as possible."
Madam Wang was truly in great pain. When someone helped her mend her wounds, she could barely maintain a loving relationship with her son. Otherwise, she would be a stepmother and son who would not smile.
Lin Xiushui felt deep sympathy, and then she felt sympathy for herself. How noisy those two children were! The clothes and trousers that Madam Wang sent were, to put it nicely, tattered; to put it bluntly, they were tattered rags that had been chewed by a dog.
She held up a pair of pants, pondering, "What the heck?" For the first time, she hesitated even when faced with money.
Madam Wang thought to herself, "This won't do. I've tried to get rid of this hot potato many times but haven't succeeded. I can't let it get stuck in my hands. I won't waste any more money mending clothes for these two little devils."
"Adding more money is fine, any amount is negotiable."
In the end, the item was sold for thirty coins. Lin Xiushui only needed to repair Wang Niangzi's things. After deducting some odds and ends, she could make a net profit of three or four hundred coins, except for the slightly upsetting situation.
But Lady Wang was very grateful to her for saving the fragile mother-son/daughter relationship between the three of them.
Lin Xiushui also fully understood that working in a tailor shop was indeed more interesting than working in a ready-made clothing shop. There were many people, which made it truly different. Some people were arrogant and had outstanding skills, so she couldn't get along with them. But there were also some people who seemed difficult to get along with and were criticized, yet they also had another side.
For example, the second person to come to her was Steward Zhuang.
Manager Zhuang had a peculiar hobby: she especially loved buying round fans, which were also known as "wan fans" at the time. However, she preferred to buy round fans in the night market, a small alley known as the "ghost market," where she would gamble and buy one after another.
In places like Ghost Market, the lanterns are dim, and many vendors hang their lanterns very high. Trying to snag a bargain or find something good by relying on your eyesight is simply impossible.
Whenever Manager Zhuang managed to buy a round fan he liked, he would shine a lantern on it and find that it had black spots, holes, or poor painting quality. Of course, in this kind of ghost market where you couldn't return the goods after buying them, it all depended on luck. Even if you bought something really bad, you could only accept your bad luck.
But she'll go again next time.
There was another reason why she liked round fans. Sometimes she would get up early to go out, but she didn't want to dress up or put on lipstick. However, there were too many people walking around in the alley where she lived, and too many acquaintances. She didn't want to greet or exchange pleasantries with them, so she would cover her face with a round fan and pretend that she couldn't see them.
Although everyone recognizes her round fan and calls her Round Fan Lady, she doesn't care who calls her that as long as she covers her face with the fan.
However, she had more and more broken fans in her hands. She was too embarrassed to ask a tailor to mend them, as she would be laughed at. The fans repairmen outside were not very satisfactory. So she preferred Lin Xiushui's craftsmanship, which was solid and did not show off her skills.
Lin Xiushui was grateful for her kindness, but she gasped, "Manager, aren't thirty-eight fans a bit too many?"
"Not many," Manager Zhuang said, spreading the round fans out on the table and explaining to her in detail, "Look, this one is a blue silk round fan, this one is embroidered with a landscape painting, and this one is a white round fan..."
Lin Xiushui felt dizzy listening to this. She sat in the steward's room, listening to people count the round fans. She picked up a round fan and examined it closely in the light from the window. Most of them had bamboo or wooden ribs covered with silk cloth. She couldn't unravel the threads to mend the holes; at most, she could pile up silk embroidery to patch them up.
Some of the round fans had black spots on them, but they were fine because they were plain cloth with no patterns. She had learned a new embroidery technique that was very suitable for her. It was called drawn thread embroidery, which involved pulling out the thread and then wrapping and binding it into a hollow shape, similar to the lace she knew.
She has mastered the techniques of patching, adding, and drawing back threads very well, so although this kind of drawn thread embroidery is more difficult than adding threads, it is not too strenuous to practice.
After obtaining the manager's consent, she quickly cut off the moldy thread with scissors, put the pulled-out thread aside, and then, according to where the thread was pulled out, threaded white woolen thread through it, tied the three threads together and wrapped them around each other, swinging them up and down in a very regular manner. From each thread, a hollowed-out pattern with many diamonds was formed.
What was originally a moldy round fan has acquired a unique pattern.
Manager Zhuang was stunned. He held it in his hand, touching and examining it, before exclaiming, "Your mending method is quite unique. If you could do it on fabric, cuffs, or collars, wouldn't it look amazing?"
After thinking it over, she asked, "What kind of drawnwork embroidery do you have? Is it difficult to learn? Do you sell this craft? I guarantee you can get a good price for it. At the very least, one design can fetch several strings of cash, that's enough."
This technique is truly unique. She could already imagine how many people would fight over it if the pull was done at the cuff, with just the openwork and some fancy details. Just thinking about it made her breathing louder.
Lin Xiushui's eyes were slightly open, and she rubbed her jacket with one hand. She never thought that drawn thread embroidery could make money, let alone a lot of money.
She wasn't unexcited; her fingertips were slightly numb. But there was a serious problem. She sighed softly, "Drawing stitches is very difficult."
"Manager, don't be fooled by how fast I can draw yarn. I drew twenty-six bolts of yarn from the tailor shop. Mending and adding yarn is really easy for me."
"But if you smoke this for less than a month, the yarn will definitely break, the fabric will tear, and the edges will either tighten or loosen. If you don't believe me, my lady, you can have someone try it."
Manager Zhuang certainly knew, otherwise he wouldn't have asked her if the craft was difficult to learn. She walked around the room a few times with her round fan in hand, her embroidered shoes stepping on the cedar wood floor. At this moment, the clock and drum sounded, signaling that it was time for everyone to pack up and leave.
She asked someone to call Gu Niangzi over, and by now she was getting impatient and couldn't sit still at all. Meanwhile, Lin Xiushui was using fabric to draw threads and weave two or three different openwork patterns. Even on white cloth, those openwork patterns were eye-catching at first glance.
When Madam Gu came over, she stared at the pattern for a long time, and then, as if she were meeting Lin Xiushui for the first time, she held the fabric in her hand.
Unexpectedly, in just ten days, she could no longer see Lin Xiushui with the same perspective as she had ten days ago, nor could she negotiate with her using the previous terms.
Now it depends on how Lin Xiushui talks to her.
When Lin Xiushui was drawing the thread, her mind was in turmoil and complexity. She couldn't talk; she needed to calmly maximize her skills and earn the most money.
After thinking about it all night, tossing and turning for a long time, she finally sat down in front of Madam Gu and solemnly stated her request, "I will not sell the child."
Madam Gu looked up. The price she offered was very tempting: five taels of silver for a single embroidery pattern for Lin Xiushui.
But Lin Xiushui looked directly at Gu Niangzi and made a clear demand: "I want to work in the collar and veneer sewing shop. My monthly salary will be the same as theirs, but I will get 30% of the money for making a good collar and veneer. I have hundreds or even thousands of designs."
A collar band costs sixty coins, and with a simple embroidery pattern, it can reach two hundred coins. With the unique technique of drawn thread work, Gu Niangzi can sell it for around two hundred to four hundred coins.
Based on a compromise price, Lin Xiushui would receive 90 to 100 wen for each piece of cloth, while the monthly salary for sewing collars and trousers would be 2.5 guan.
However, it takes one to two days to draw a long collar, which made Gu Niangzi really puzzled. "How much do you have to earn to earn five taels of silver for one embroidery pattern?"
"I come from a clothing shop, and I want to do long-term business with you, my wife," Lin Xiushui said sincerely. The main reason was that the money offered for buying out the recipe was too high, which was too eye-catching. Moreover, the condition for five taels of silver per pattern was that she had to teach others. It would be better for her to earn the money herself than to spend a month teaching others to earn it.
She wanted to climb the social ladder through her skills, and she could earn five strings of cash a month on her own.
As for why, she had another request: "I know that there are jobs involving incense burning and charcoal burning in the tailoring workshop. Could you reserve one for me?"
Lin Xiushui made a concession on the drawnwork embroidery, saying that she would not only embroider, but also teach the two of them how to drawwork, in exchange for an incense-making job.
"Who are you giving it to?" Gu Niangzi asked again. She was already thinking about where to place the incense burner. To be honest, Lin Xiushui had made many concessions, and she was very willing to do business with her.
Lin Xiushui hurriedly said, "Xiao Chun'e, I want her to give it a try. She can definitely do it. Don't underestimate her because of her young age, my lady. She is very skilled at both burning charcoal and making incense charcoal."
Throughout those many days, she would often think of Xiao Chun'e pulling her along in the charcoal shop, the two of them walking together in that dark place, talking about their hopes and aspirations.
At that time, Xiao Chun'e said, "I will burn very good charcoal in the future and work in the oil and candle department of the four departments and six bureaus, but for now I still have to burn charcoal to support myself."
"Of course, if I go from burning charcoal to burning incense charcoal, then I'll consider myself to have made great progress."
At that time, Lin Xiushui's expectation for the future became that she wanted to become a real tailor, regardless of money; she wanted to continue working as a tailor.
Xiao Chun'e wanted her to earn money, and she also wanted to rely on her skills to help Xiao Chun'e take a few more steps forward.
Madam Gu was somewhat surprised, because Xiao Chun'e was not Lin Xiushui's blood relative.
"But she's a friend."
Lin Xiushui's friend shines even among a pile of black charcoal.
Madam Gu sighed inwardly that she was no longer young. She was given a job burning incense charcoal, which paid 1.6 strings of cash a month and was still a sought-after job.
Lin Xiushui, carrying a bag, walked briskly through the crowd, her face beaming with undisguised joy. Her skirt fluttered in the breeze. The last time she had received a raise was when she rushed back to tell her aunt.
This time, she still wanted to tell her aunt, and also to tell Xiao Chun'e the news.
“I’m really going to cry,” Xiao Chun’e sniffed and wiped away her tears. “I want to trade with someone else and ask her to come to the tailor shop to help with the fire, so I can go to the tailor shop to make a stove for my mother.”
Even if Lin Xiushui didn't say it, she knew that no one would eat with A Qiao.
Xiao Chun'e couldn't wipe away her tears. With tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, "What should I do, A Qiao? Should I go buy some eye drops? My eyes are crying on their own, and I can't stop them."
"Alright, alright, now it's your turn to treat me to dinner," Lin Xiushui patted her back and laughed, "Treat me to a bowl of eel."
"No, that's too cheap."
Lin Xiushui really wanted to eat eel. Before she had any money, Xiao Chun'e would ask her to treat her to eel. She hadn't forgotten it; she found it hard to forget.
Later, we ate at Xiao Chun'e's house. Her mother insisted on thanking her properly and bought mutton at 900 coins per catty, cooking a big meal for her. It was a fulfillment of Xiao Chun'e's boast.
Of course, what was achieved even faster was that Xiao Chun'e, who used to burn charcoal at the clothing shop, now worked in the tailor's workshop, burning all kinds of incense charcoal.
People loved fragrance at the time, and women would scent their clothes. Before selling their dresses, they would pass them through a fumigation cage. There would also be a lining in their bodices with scented powder or dried flower petals.
Everywhere there were dresses and the fragrance of clothes. Little Chun'e would sometimes feel dazed. The incense that was burning was no longer pitch black, but had become a fine spice. She often felt like crying.
Of course, she ate with Lin Xiushui again. Her mother didn't give them a full serving of meat, but instead set aside some of her own food for them each time.
At midday, the two would sit in a corner of the courtyard, in a secluded place, eating and chatting while holding their bowls. Xiao Chun'e would talk about what kind of incense charcoal they had burned that day, and what kind of incense she would burn. When fumigating clothes, a woman would always stuff dried flower petals into her sachet, which smelled both fragrant and pungent.
Lin Xiushui said that a large table had been set up at the collar seam for her to choose fabrics. She said she preferred doing drawn thread work to looking at fabrics, which everyone found very strange.
After all, it's quite surprising that someone who was inspecting fabrics and taking on various mending jobs just ten days ago could suddenly be promoted to a collar sewing job.
But life's encounters are truly wondrous.
In just over ten days, Lin Xiushui entered the government office, and Xiao Chun'e lit incense charcoal; both had bright futures ahead of them.
Even after a long time, when they went their separate ways, they remained the best of friends and still cherished the memories of their early days together, when they walked side by side.
Right now, Lin Xiushui is doing embroidery in the large room where she sews collars. She has been given the best spot by the window with a large table. Madam Gu said that she would find her two helpers in a few days, and she will be staying here for a while.
There are eighteen people sewing collars, and each of them has a different skill. Some sew the simplest things, while others are very good at color matching. They can put together a few scraps of fabric into a very matching color. Some embroider floral and bird patterns. The most skilled one is the manager here. She knows the gold-embroidering technique and can embed gold-embroidered patterns on the collar. The second most skilled one is her apprentice, who can add gold and silver threads.
Lin Xiushui's drawn thread embroidery ranks third. Anyone who previously held prejudices against her can no longer maintain their prejudices in the face of such unique and exquisite skills.
Because drawnwork embroidery is very slow, Madam Gu said she would sell at least five or six more pieces.
It was late spring, the mulberry and willow trees were green, birds were building nests everywhere, the cat Xiaoye had grown fat, the lotus had grown taller, and Lin Xiushui had changed into a thin, sheer spring dress.
Wang Yuelan's silk shop was thriving, and she was delighted by Lin Xiushui's skills. She walked briskly every day, and Lin Xiushui's money kept increasing, making her sewing business better and better.
She just stopped taking on every job; she started taking on some of the work she already had.
This brings us to the mulberry tree where she set up her stall. In the past, she was the only one doing mending business under the mulberry tree, while others preferred to go to the southern goods market a little further away, where there were more people and more business, and they could earn more money.
But as her mending business became more and more successful, her reputation gradually spread to the river mouth, mulberry tree mouth and other alleys of mulberry bridge ferry. Every morning and evening, people came to her for mending, and the once quiet mulberry tree mouth was transformed into a small market.
She already had a reputation for being able to mend anything, so the people who came to her for mending were even more diverse. She would talk herself hoarse, telling them to go elsewhere for mending, and even pointing them to a place, but they wouldn't go; they would just stay and wait for her.
There's no use in keeping watch over her; there are some things she simply can't fix, and even if she does, they'll be crooked and messy, ruining her reputation. Since people trust her, they have no choice but to find someone else for her.
So there was no other way. Under her call, more and more people gradually set up stalls here, starting from just one or two tailors, and the area slowly stretched out from Sangshukou.
Early in the morning of early April, shrouded in mist, figures were already bustling about in Sangshukou. Granny Huang, who mended various kinds of mats, arrived carrying a load on her shoulder pole, accompanied by her two children and grandchildren. The two children held various thin strips of cloth in their hands. Granny Huang could mend yellow straw mats, bamboo mats, and weave all sorts of straw mats.
In the past, people had to carry loads and go door to door asking for help, either to mend mats or straw mats. Now that they have a stable place, there are many people mending and weaving mats, and they can earn dozens to hundreds of coins a day.
Next to her was Grandpa Zhou, a bamboo craftsman. He worked near the bamboo and wood shop, where bamboo craftsmen were everywhere, barely making ends meet. Lin Xiushui knew him and asked him to come here to mend baskets.
He was very skilled at making bamboo baskets. He could split a bamboo into strips, make the bottom, weave the basket, seal the opening, and make the handle. No matter what kind of basket it was, such as a net basket, a small flower basket, a sachet, a rice basket, etc., he could make it all and even repair it. This saved everyone from having to take a boat to the bamboo and wood workshop at the far east end or the southernmost general store, as they could get their baskets repaired nearby.
Opposite to the bamboo craftsman, Grandpa Zhou, was a stall that repaired books and paintings on silk. The stall was run by a husband and wife. They set up a wooden table with glue, scissors, and other supplies on it, and a small wooden bucket containing various kinds of paper next to it.
This was originally something Lin Xiushui specifically asked someone to repair at this calligraphy and painting stall. That person was much more skilled at repairing these things than she was. Everyone has their own expertise. Later, everyone wanted to send someone over here as well. The academy has a lot of things here, and it would be convenient to repair things here, so the stall was moved here.
Two others were specially hired by Lin Xiushui. One was Granny Chen, a shoe repairwoman. Lin Xiushui had two pairs of shoes that she had repaired. She could repair not only cloth shoes, flat shoes, and upturned shoes, but also all kinds of boots. She used to work in the double-thread shop.
The last one is Hu San Niangzi, who is also a seamstress on the other side of the river. She is a woman who is particular about her work and feels that others who do the same sewing business should not take away her business, so she absolutely refuses to come.
But in fact, ever since Lin Xiushui set up this stall, her business has been declining day by day. Even though her skills are quite good, people are more willing to take the long way to Sangshukou.
In fact, Hu San Niangzi had come many times, but she felt that she couldn't compare with Lin Xiushui, and she had much less work. She was somewhat disheartened and didn't want to sew clothes anymore, so she decided to start another business.
After all, in the sewing trade, skill and ability are what matter. If you can't compete, you can't compete. There's no reason to fight.
But to her surprise, Lin Xiushui came to invite her specifically.
Lin Xiushui said, "Actually, there are many things that my wife does better than me. I'm young and impetuous, and I'm quite concerned about my image, so I'm not very willing to sew patches or tears in my clothes."
“My wife’s stitching skills are much better than mine, and I can’t set up my stall all day long. I’m always busy, and everyone who wants to wear clothes urgently has to wait for me to finish my work, which will take several days. If my wife comes over, then everyone won’t have to wait for me to finish my work.”
Lin Xiushui has a lot of work to do. With only two hands, she can do any kind of work and earn any kind of money. She has already accumulated some wealth and has made a name for herself in the tailoring business. It would be most suitable for Hu San Niangzi to do this kind of simple sewing work.
Of course, she didn't know that Hu San Niangzi originally wanted to close down, but she was invited repeatedly. Many people wanted her to mend clothes of all kinds. She suddenly rediscovered the joy of mending a garment when people asked her to do it. It seemed that she had been immersed in the pain of not having much business for a long time.
She gradually forgot that she used to do sewing because she liked it when she was young. Being busy making a living brought a lot of pain, but now that pain was gradually dissipating in the process of sewing.
This was the sewing and mending stall that a few people had gradually set up at Sangshukou. Early in the morning, people were already busy mending baskets, mats, and curtains. Someone was going to pick tea leaves, but their basket happened to break. Several children from the academy ran over, anxious to have their books repaired, afraid of being punished by their teacher. Someone else was traveling by boat, and their shoes suddenly broke. Barefoot, they went to the riverbank to try their luck and were pleasantly surprised to find that there was a stall that could repair shoes.
In the past, Lin Xiushui was so busy on such mornings that people had to wait, and if they were in a hurry, they could only move aside. But now, those who only needed simple mending could quickly and happily finish their work and get back to their own tasks.
As for Lin Xiushui, even with so much work to do, she remains irreplaceable in many people's hearts in Sangshukou.
After all, who knows how to mend, who can mend things well, and who can mend them in novel ways?
Of course, no one would make clothes for fighting cocks, a cloak for a parrot, or shoe covers for a donkey. Without her, no one could do these frivolous sewing jobs.
For example, this morning, a woman came over carrying a tabby cat, and she was so worried, "My cat is lovesick."
Lin Xiushui thought it was perfectly normal; in spring, what cat wouldn't be in heat?
“But it,” the woman hesitated, reluctant to speak, “it doesn’t like real cats, it only likes the cat pictures hanging on my wall.”
"Do you think we could make it a fake cat?"
Lin Xiushui's heart had already been tempered. She accepted the cat picture given to her by the woman without changing her expression. Should she open a cat alley on the paper? There are dozens of cats. Which one does it love?
Regarding this loving cat, Lin Xiushui said, "I think the most urgent thing is to make it a double eye patch."
"To blind it."
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