Her in-laws laughed, but Su Xueli ignored them and ate the sweet and sticky pumpkin cakes in big bites, deliberately praising how delicious they were as she ate.
You neglected me like this in my past life!
He couldn't resist the temptation and started kneading pumpkin cakes with his hands covered in raw dough. Su Xueli scolded, "Wash your hands before you take them!"
Wei Mingshen withdrew his hand and looked around in confusion: What about my status in the family?
The pumpkin pancakes were ready, and Su Xueli had eaten her fill. Cao Maizi cooked porridge, but she refused to drink it. She drank a bowl of water instead, and with bright eyes, she walked to the thatched stack covered with felt in the yard.
She pulled out a few strands of thatch with her hand and nodded in satisfaction.
As she walked back to the kitchen, she overheard Cao Maizi and Wei Tiezhu whispering, "This little girl can't be left alone. She's not allowed to go to town to see that Party Secretary's daughter anymore. With her causing trouble, how can Shenzi and Xueli have a good life..."
"She must have gone to her second aunt's house to see her cousin. I'll call her back later and give her a good talking to."
Su Xueli took a step back and called inside, "Dad, Mom, what's the use of that pile of straw in the yard?"
Cao Maizi and Wei Tiezhu quickly stopped talking and replied, "Your father cut it in the fall to weave straw mats."
Su Xueli said, "Can I take a handful and weave some little things to play with?"
"Oh my daughter, what good stuff is this? Just making it up for fun."
Su Xueli happily ran back to the haystack, grabbed a large handful of thatch, and went back to her house.
My father-in-law was a meticulous man. He washed the thatch clean and dried it thoroughly, then stacked it up neatly. To prevent the wind and rain from affecting the thatch's toughness, he covered it with felt.
It's perfect for weaving things.
Su Xueli has skillful hands. Since she was a child, she has loved to weave little things from various wild grasses in the fields. The more she weaves, the more skilled she becomes. She can weave anything she sees after thinking about it. Later, she could weave little people, dogs, pigs, sheep, flowers, birds, insects and fish.
Everyone praises her skillful hands and loves the little trinkets she makes. People often ask her to make them to display on the table, and children even ask her for them to play with.
But that was all the value of her craft; nobody thought it could be sold for money, not even she herself.
In this life, Su Xueli wants to monetize her skills.
As someone who has been reborn, she naturally has a broad perspective and has witnessed the historical changes of the past few decades. She knows that straw weaving handicrafts have a bright future.
However, it only became popular nationwide and exported worldwide in the 1990s. In this life, she wants to take over the market as soon as possible.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Wei Mingshen asked as he entered the room.
The thatch on the ground was cut into varying lengths and some pieces, and Su Xueli sat in the middle, her hands flying across the ground.
She replied, "To make little trinkets."
Zhou Mingshen was captivated. He picked up a small swallow from her feet, examined it closely, and exclaimed in surprise, "The grass looks just like the real thing! Are you Nuwa descended to earth?"
That's an exceptionally high level of praise! Su Xueli beamed with delight, "I knew you were good at insulting people, but I didn't know you were also good at praising them."
This guy has a sharp tongue; he could choke a cow to death.
However, in his previous life, he treated her like she didn't exist and never hurt her.
Zhou Mingshen picked up another goldfish, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said, "I'm not just praising you, it's really lifelike."
Su Xueli's eyes curved into crescent moons as she asked him, "Would you like it if I sold it to you?"
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