Liu Weimin scratched his head.
"Oh dear, you guys are so suspicious. Just say what you mean directly instead of having to guess."
Wang Guihua no longer wanted to communicate with him.
"Hmph! You think everyone's like you, so dense and only looking at the surface? Who else would I mess with if not you? Do you think you can just run away?"
She got up and started clearing the table, no longer looking at him.
Liu Weimin frowned and pondered deeply.
Accountant Liu Aiguo came to him to ask about the trip up the mountain tomorrow, and he was still a little confused.
"Brother Aiguo, what do you say...?"
Liu Weimin knew he wasn't very smart, so when he couldn't figure something out, he wouldn't dwell on it. He would ask Uncle Liu, Liu Aiguo, or the other elderly people in the village. There were always more people and more brains, so they would definitely understand things better than he could on his own.
After explaining the situation, I finally posed the most profound question.
"Brother Aiguo, what do you say?"
Liu Aiguo looked him up and down.
“Weimin, I think your sister-in-law’s idea is right.”
In the future, if you encounter any situations involving women, you can ask your sister-in-law for advice on how to handle them.
"No, Brother Aiguo,"
Liu Aiguo turned and left; if he continued, he would lose his temper and take action.
"You're sure you're going up the mountain tomorrow, right? Then go and let everyone know."
Liu Weimin stood still.
"Patriotic Brother, Patriotic Brother..."
She quickly tidied up, grabbed a space for a quilt, and haphazardly stuffed the rest back into the bag, probably about a third of it. Then she carried it out, completely unaware that she had become the talk of the village.
Although there was no official notification, according to the previous arrangements, they should be going up the mountain in the next day or two. Right now, the villagers are all at home packing up, and I haven't seen anyone wandering around outside, except for children running around barefoot and with their bottoms exposed.
At Uncle Liu's house, Tiger had just run out, and the gate was still open.
Simply stood at the door and called out.
"Third Grandma, are you home?"
The old couple had just finished speaking when the man arrived. They exchanged a glance, and the old man felt a little uneasy, remembering that he had been eyeing the man's things earlier.
"Take her to sit in the shady spot by the landlord's house. I'll lie down for a while and then stay here."
All the way there, Jian Dan was thinking about how to give the item away, and what excuse to use.
I'm still growing, so I can make a few more pairs of shoes that are a bit bigger, make a few pairs for Sister Zhu Yan, make a few grain bags, and sew a few quilt covers. It won't take much, will it?
I racked my brains but still couldn't come up with anything. If all else fails, what should I get in return? The main problem is, what do they have in this kind of year?
Sigh, it's hard to find an excuse.
Just then, the old lady came out to greet her.
"Have you finished eating? Come in quickly!"
I simply carried the bag inside and followed the old lady to sit under the eaves.
"Yeah, I'll go with the car to pick up the stuff. I just finished eating."
They both knew the other knew, and they both knew that the other knew they knew, but they both pretended not to know.
As she pulled out a handful of colorful scraps of cloth, the old woman feigned a look of surprise.
"When you said you wanted to make shoes last time, you weren't just joking, you really meant it, right?"
Simply extend your foot.
"Of course it's true."
Look, I've been wearing these shoes ever since I arrived, and the soles are almost worn through.
Sigh, if I don't do it soon, one day I'll be going out barefoot like Tiger.
"Haha! Okay, this is my specialty."
What kind of shoes do you want? I'll go get you some shoe patterns so you can take a look.
"Okay, sure."
The old lady was quick on her feet and soon came out with a book.
I flipped through the book while introducing it to her.
"Actually, there are only a few styles of shoes in the village. The soles are a little thicker so they won't hurt your feet when walking and they can withstand more wear."
Jian Dan actually took a look, and the shoes were almost identical to the original owner's.
“Okay, Third Grandma, this is fine, even if it's cotton, it has to have this tie.”
"Third Grandma, I'm lazy. I don't want to sweep shoes while doing chores, nor do I want to constantly brush shoes. They all need to be black and durable."
The old lady pulled out a few colorful pieces, and when she opened them, her eyes widened in surprise. They were so big!
"This color looks so good on you young ladies!"
The simple head-shaking is comparable to a rattle drum.
"No, no, no, I just want the most ordinary black, this fabric will do." They even picked out the most common black fabric, which was thick and sturdy.
"Other young girls are more precious the fresher they are, but you, why aren't you fresh at all?"
“Oh, Third Grandma, I love this vegetarian dish the most.”
The old lady was helpless.
"Alright, alright, I'll make you a few pairs of fake shoes and a few pairs of cotton shoes. Come over and measure your feet, then let them out a bit so they can last for a while. They won't be too tight even if your feet grow longer."
"Okay, don't use too many, they'll be too big to lift your feet when you walk."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
"Third Grandma, please make several pairs of fake shoes and cotton shoes in different sizes. I'll write to ask my sister for her size. Hehe, it's impossible for me to make them myself, so I can only thank her for her help by borrowing your craftsmanship."
The old lady was so angry she laughed.
"You little rascal, how old are you to say you can't do it? Why don't you learn it and you'll know? This thing isn't difficult."
"No, no, no, I'd rather chop some firewood than learn this. I really can't do it."
As she simply emptied the bag, the old lady began picking through the items, casually asking,
"Even if you make thirty pairs of shoes, you won't need this much cloth."
"My sister is just like me; she doesn't understand these delicate tasks at all. I guess she just did whatever others gave her."
If you have extra, could you make me two duvet covers? I don't care about the color.
It's a cover that goes over the quilt. The quilt lining and the quilt cover don't need to be separated. It's like a big pocket, the length and width of which just need to match the size of the quilt. One end is left open. I stuff the quilt inside and then seal the opening.
If it gets dirty, I'll just open the seal and wash it.
I'm really not good at sewing quilts. Taking a quilt apart to wash it is quite a hassle, and once it's dry, I have to sew it all over again. It's too much trouble.
Wouldn't that be more convenient?
The old lady found it more and more reasonable as she listened, but she could only think about it for now, since her family didn't have the means to do so even if they wanted to try.
"Okay, I understand what you mean."
I took a look.
"That won't be enough, there's so much. Is there anything else you want done? Let me see, I'll do it for you while I'm not busy."
A hint of surprise appeared on his face.
"Is this stuff so easy to make? I only kept a little bit, and it's enough to make this much stuff? Hmm, then I'm stuck. Third Grandma, do we have to make our own grain bags too? I don't have any. How about we make a few grain bags?"
I really don't know what else I need to do.
It seems like there's nothing to make for my sister. She doesn't lack these things, and she probably doesn't lack fabric either. I don't know what to make for her.
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