The Liang family returned to its former state.
Dahua still hasn't found a husband. Although he's in his twenties, he looks older and more experienced, and his eyes are often gray.
Erhua turned back into the second-rate guy who wandered around with nothing to do. Sometimes he didn't even want to wander around, but just went to the top of the mountain and sat for the whole afternoon when the weather was good.
He regretted it very much. If he could open his intestines to take a look, they would definitely be blue.
Luo Zhen's image often appeared in front of his eyes. She was sitting there, just like the first time they met by the river. As he thought about it, he stopped himself from thinking about it out of annoyance. Subconsciously, he still disliked her legs.
Mom and Dad continued to work in the team, still earning a pitiful amount of work points, but there were always people secretly discussing that eating from the same pot was not feasible. Look, the system was about to change, and the land would be divided among everyone. When autumn came, it would be clear how much work was done.
Xiaohua became more sensible and would go to cut grass for pigs with Qiuhua in the morning. He was afraid of seeing Erhua's fingers. He was very scared that day and couldn't sleep well for several nights. Even Chunhua cried for several nights.
The Liang family and the Xu family no longer have any contact with each other.
The only difference now is Qiuhua.
She was sad and resentful for a while, thinking that her family could not become the same as before, and she must change the family's embarrassing situation.
She studied harder in Tahe and even thought about stopping studying and focusing on learning a craft, but her father rejected her idea.
"I have to finish junior high school no matter what!"
This is what Liang Genfa asked of his daughter. He has been worried these days. He is not good at working in the team, and now it is even more difficult for him. The team leader knew about his family situation but didn't say anything. He just wanted him to figure it out as soon as possible.
Qiuhua didn't have to go to school these days, so she went to Tahe to learn embroidery. Sun Ada from the next village was going to Tahe to work on a tractor, so her father asked him to take Qiuhua there. If she had to walk, it would take most of the day.
Qiuhua came back two days later and happened to catch up with Sun Ada's second return, which was just the right timing.
The rumbling sound of the tractor was extremely loud, and Qiuhua's ears were buzzing. However, it was great to be able to save half a day's work. It was noon when they were halfway through the journey. Sun Ada stopped the tractor by the road, but the rumbling sound was still ringing in Qiuhua's ears from afar.
"Are you hungry? Have something like this." Sun Ada took out a hard white steamed bun from his cloth bag and handed it to Qiuhua.
Qiuhua quickly declined, saying, "Uncle, I have one myself. Mom asked me to bring three today."
These three white steamed buns were made by Qiu Hua’s mother herself. They are not as soft as those in the store, but they look much better than those made by Sun Ada.
Sun Ada smiled awkwardly and said, "Yours looks better than mine. My silly old lady can't make it like mine. She can't cook anything."
Although it sounded like he was blaming her, Qiuhua could not see any unhappiness on his face; he still had a smile on his face.
The old lady in the Sun family not only can't do anything, but also can't give birth to children.
When they first got married, Sun Ada was full of energy and the mistress of the house was also strong and sturdy, thinking that they would be pregnant within six months. But after waiting for a year, there was still no sign of pregnancy.
In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed. The cows have grown old, the land has become barren, and not a single fruit has been seen.
"Uncle, let me exchange with you." Qiuhua stuffed her steamed bun into his hand without saying anything, and then took the hard lump in his hand and chewed it.
Sun Ada felt warm in his heart, thinking that if he had a daughter, she would probably be as obedient as Qiuhua.
"Little girl, come to my house and be my daughter, hahahaha!"
Qiuhua didn't get angry when she heard this, she just smiled. Everyone knew that Sun Ada had no children, he was just saying it casually.
After eating the steamed buns, the two chatted and laughed for a while before arriving at Tahe.
Qiuhua's master was also surnamed Jiang, named Jiang Xiang. Unexpectedly, she was the cousin of the Master Jiang from Shanghai. Qiuhua took out the sachet, and Jiang Xiang was extremely surprised. Her eyes sparkled, and she looked at Qiuhua carefully for a while before finally speaking:
"You are the one that Sister has chosen!"
How could I dare to say that I was the one chosen by Master Jiang? It was just that Master Jiang felt that we had a connection, so he was willing to help me.
Master Qian took the opportunity to push Qiuhua to kneel down and kowtow to Jiang Xiang, calling her master. She helped Qiuhua up, trembling with excitement. At this moment, the master-disciple relationship was officially established.
Qiuhua got off the tractor and ran in. Jiang Xiang was sitting quietly in front of the embroidery frame, embroidering carefully.
Jiang Xiang is only thirty years old this year. She has a twelve-year-old daughter and a five-year-old son.
She was short and thin, her face was pale, and her lips were thin and dark. When Qiuhua first met her, she was a little afraid of her. Her mother had said that women with this kind of appearance were very fierce.
But when Master Qian asked her to, she did so, though she felt uncertain. She could tell from the master's gleaming eyes that she respected Master Jiang from Shanghai. Qiuhua consoled herself by saying that she wouldn't treat herself badly.
Later I discovered that my master was not mean at all and was very lenient with me. However, when it came to teaching me the craft, he was completely different and was very strict.
So far, Qiuhua has not embroidered a single stitch on her master's embroidery frame. Her master only asked her to split the silk thread.
A silk thread is first split into two, and then the two threads are split into two each, which makes it into four thin threads. This is not enough, and the master requires it to be split into more threads. Currently, Qiuhua can split it into eight threads, but the master is still not satisfied. She requires it to be split into at least sixteen threads before she can learn the craft on her embroidery frame.
Qiuhua took advantage of the bright sunlight to carefully pinch one-eighth of the silk thread. The thread was so thin that it seemed to be blending with the sunlight. She twisted it gently, and one end of the thread separated a little bit. She tightened the other end and embedded her middle finger into the separated silk thread. Just when she was about to succeed, a tiny raised barb hooked one of the threads, and it became frizzy in an instant.
She suddenly lost her temper, lowered her head and sighed secretly.
The master had already seen through everything. He stopped what he was doing, took her hand and took a look.
"Do you often work at home?"
There was no blame in the master's tone, so Qiuhua felt relieved and nodded.
Her hands were so soft! They were as soft as if they had no bones, and like a slippery little fish rubbing against her hand. Qiuhua stared at her master's hands, thinking to herself: Master's hands are much more beautiful than her face.
"I basically didn't do farm work since I was a child. I just used these hands to do embroidery." As she said that, she stood up and took out a box from the cabinet. She dug out a large amount of white paste from it and applied it on Qiuhua's hands, then carefully spread it evenly for her.
A burst of fragrance wafted into Qiuhua's nose, and Qiuhua suddenly felt that her hands were slippery and shining.
"This is vanishing cream. Apply it on your hands to make the skin smoother. If you want to make a living from this, you should do less farm work. If your hands become rough, you won't be able to split the silk thread."
Qiu Hua thought about it and nodded, "Master, I'll remember it."
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