Chapter 25025 Chu Song Intelligence Center
After eating the meat buns from the state-owned restaurant and buying fabric to make new clothes, Chu Song’s wish was fulfilled.
However, Ye Xiuzhi, who rarely went into the city, said she didn't want to buy anything and there was nothing worth buying. But when she was about to go home, it was discovered that she had bought a lot, resulting in both of them carrying a lot of bags.
"We're not going to walk back like this, are we?" It was fun to buy things, but when Chu Song thought about carrying so many things home, he felt like the sky was falling.
Ye Xiuzhi asked back: "How else are you going to get back? Fly back?"
Chu Song missed the tractor he rode last time he went into the city. Although it was a bit bumpy, it was still a means of transportation, which was better than now.
"Okay, don't be so dejected, just walk back."
"Hmph, that's easy to say."
Even though Ye Xiuzhi took care of most of the luggage and stopped to rest along the way, Chu Song was still exhausted when he got home, like a wilted cabbage hit by frost.
Next time, she will never walk into town again!
Seeing this, Ye Xiuzhi laughed at him rudely.
Chu Song rested for a whole day and barely recovered her strength in the afternoon of the next day. She began to think about making new clothes. She wanted the best, and the tailor she hired should naturally be the best in the area.
First, let’s exclude Ye Xiuzhi. Although Chu Song herself can’t even thread a needle, it doesn’t stop her from looking down on others.
Ye Xiuzhi said, "You can ask your sister-in-law to do it for you. She happens to be at home."
Chai Xueqi was very unhappy when she heard this. Why?
She doesn't eat for free at home every day. Her mother-in-law is really biased.
Chu Song shook his head: "Forget it."
"Why?"
Yes, why? Chai Xueqi was even more unhappy. She hadn't agreed yet. Could it be that he disliked her?
Chu Song was indeed disgusted. Her sister-in-law was good at embroidery, but her clothes-making skills were just average. She had seen the small clothes that Chai Xueqi sewed for her unborn baby, and they were very ordinary.
Chu Song thought so in his heart, and said: "Sister-in-law is pregnant, it's very hard, I'm afraid of tiring her."
Ye Xiuzhi: “…”
Chai Xueqi: “…”
To be honest, I didn't really believe this reason, but Chai Xueqi was still subtly moved for a few seconds.
Ye Xiuzhi asked: "Who are you going to find to do it for you?"
Chu Song thought about it, put two handfuls of melon seeds in his pocket, and strolled to the intelligence center at the entrance of the village.
It was a sunny afternoon, and a group of old ladies and old men were sitting under a big elm tree, cracking melon seeds and chatting.
Chu Song consciously moved the stool and squeezed in.
"Hey, fairy girl, why haven't I seen you come to play these days?"
Chu Song opened his mouth and said, "I'm busy with housework at home. So, I come to play as soon as I have free time."
"When you're not here, we all miss you."
"yes."
"With you not here, our conversation is meaningless."
Chu·Female Star·Song: "Me too, so bored."
Aunt Yang said, "Let me tell you something interesting, but don't tell anyone else."
Chu Song clenched his fist out of courtesy, moved closer, and listened attentively.
Others said, "Don't worry, we won't tell," and urged her to speak quickly.
"Speaking of which, this matter is somewhat related to the fairy girl."
Chu Song: "Me?"
"Yeah, do you still remember your bastard uncle? Last time, there were two policemen who came to the village with your uncle. One of them was named Liang. He was tall and thin and looked like a pretty boy."
Chu Song had some impression of him, the strong brother in the floral shirt.
"What happened to him?"
"It's not him, it's his family." Aunt Yang paused maliciously, looking at the eager and curious expressions of the crowd with satisfaction, and then continued, "My fourth uncle's biological son's cousin's neighbor's sister-in-law is the Liang family's nanny, otherwise I wouldn't know about this!"
"Do you know Liangmei Textile Factory?"
"Of course I know, my cousin works there!"
"Those three big factories belong to the Liang family. I heard they can earn so much in a day!" Aunt Yang gestured with a number, shocking everyone and making them gasp.
"The Liang family had only one daughter, Liang Yizhen, in the previous generation, so naturally the factory was handed over to her. Later, the Liang family sought a son-in-law, and the couple was quite loving. They had a child a few years later. Unfortunately, their fate was not good, and the couple died in an accident."
Someone replied: "This incident was quite a big deal at the time. We all knew about it. It's nothing surprising."
"Don't worry, the kid's name is Liang Jiayao, after the police officer who came to the village a while ago. When the Liang family was looking for a son-in-law, they brought back a jackal, the groom's younger brother. What was his name...? I think it was Yan Li. It's said that he was the one who killed the Liang couple!"
"Is this true?"
"Who knows? Some people have speculated anyway. When the Liang couple died, Liang Jiayao was only three years old. What could a three-year-old child understand? He even had to rely on his uncle to support him. Now, the entire Liang family is controlled by Yan Li."
"Oh my, what's going on? All our property has fallen into the hands of outsiders!"
"Of course."
Chu Song asked, "What about now? Is Yan Li still in charge of the Liang family factory?"
"Yeah, it's not like Yan Li has been living off the land these past few years. Even though the Liang family factory is nominally Liang Jiayao's property, everyone under him obeys Yan Li. Last year, Yan Li arranged for Liang Jiayao to come to the factory for training, but he ran away before he'd even been there for a month. I don't know how he ended up becoming a police officer recently."
Someone sighed: "How can a young man like Yan Li fight against an old fox like Yan Li?"
"I don't think Liang Jiayao is a good guy. I heard he's completely uneducated and unskilled. He's just the second generation of a wealthy family."
Aunt Yang agreed: "Yan Li probably just wants to make him useless."
Chu Song was forced to listen to the gossip and believed it, but not completely.
She sighed somewhat sadly. She had suddenly traveled through a book and didn't know what to do with her family's property. She couldn't possibly ask her parents, who were far away from each other, to give birth to another heir, right?
Aunt Yang asked with amusement, "Fairy girl, why are you sighing?"
Chu Song made up an excuse: "Maybe he feels sorry for Liang Jiayao."
After all, she used to be a "rich second generation with no skills", so maybe she could have something in common with others.
Aunt Yang: "Let's just be more considerate of ourselves. No matter how miserable Liang Jiayao is, he won't be short of money. Unlike us, we have no idea where to put our next meal."
Chu Song, who was as poor as a dog: "..."
Feeling hurt.
Those who felt sorry for Liang Jiayao for having to deal with such a vicious uncle also laughed with a bit of self-mockery.
Chu Song held her face in her hands, thinking that she had almost forgotten something important, she quickly asked, "Auntie, who is the best tailor in our village?"
"That must be Mrs. Li from the village entrance. What's wrong? Do you want to find someone to make clothes for you?"
Chu Song nodded.
"Oh, that's unfortunate. Sister Li has had her old illness recently and her eyes hurt. I'm afraid she can't make clothes."
Chu Song thought for a moment and asked, "What about the others? Is there anyone with better craftsmanship?"
"Old Gu?"
"No, no, the last time she made clothes for my baby, the size was wrong and she had to alter them several times."
"The Chen family is no good either. They always cut corners."
"Yes, she is the most dishonest."
A group of people discussed for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable solution. Either this had a problem or that didn't work.
Aunt Yang slapped her thigh and said, "There's another person. Have you all forgotten?"
"who?"
"Old landlady!"
"Oh, don't mention those two words."
Aunt Yang realized she had spoken out of turn and patted her lips gently. "She's the grandmother of the boy from the Fang family. She was a famous seamstress back then. Have you all forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten."
"If you hadn't mentioned it, we wouldn't have even thought of this person."
"I feel like I haven't seen her for more than ten years. The Fang family is so remote that you hardly ever see her."
Someone sighed: "...Although she was the landlord's wife, if it weren't for the bag of millet she sent me during the famine, I might not have survived."
No one said anything. Although they hated the landlord, they all had a conscience. In the early years when there was famine, Weng Fengwei saved countless lives.
Favor is favor.
Chu Song didn't know that Grandma Xiaofang was also a tailor, and he was immediately motivated. With her relationship with Xiaofang, it would be easy for her to help make a few clothes!
After leaving the intelligence center, Chu Song excitedly brought the cloth to the door. Xiaofang was not at home, only Weng Fengwei was there, and then—she was rejected coldly.
Chu Song's face fell in disbelief. She was the boss of Luhua Village, and no one had ever rejected her!
"Why?" Chu Song couldn't understand, "You don't hate me, do you?"
Weng Fengwei choked. He didn't expect that she wouldn't leave even after all this. She kept asking for a reason. It wasn't that she really hated people, it was just...
"I dare to do it, do you dare to wear it?"
"Why not?"
"You dare wear clothes made for you by a landlady? Don't come to me crying if you're being laughed at."
Chu Song understood!
Based on her extensive reading experience, Weng Fengwei developed an avoidant mentality because of the psychological trauma she suffered as a landlord's wife.
I need a little angel like her to heal me, hehe.
Chu Song: "Of course I dare to wear it! Not only do I want to wear it, I want to wear it to show off to my friends. This is a piece of clothing that Master Weng custom-made for me, and it's the only one of its kind."
Weng Fengwei: "...slippery tongue."
Chu Song heard her tone soften, and struck while the iron was hot, "Grandma, I've asked around, and they all say you have the best craftsmanship. If you don't make it for me, I won't have any new clothes to wear."
“So many tailors.”
"But I only want the best!"
Weng Fengwei glanced at her indifferently, and Chu Song immediately put on the smile that elders loved the most. She seemed well-behaved, and her black eyes always showed a cunning gleam.
...She really looks like her little daughter, the one she holds dearest to her heart and loves the most.
Weng Fengwei stretched out his hand.
Chu Song handed the cloth to her. Weng Fengwei took it and held out his hand again: "Pay the money."
"Hey, we are already this close, talking about money will hurt our feelings..." Chu Song muttered, taking out the banknotes that Ye Xiuzhi had allocated to her, and Weng Fengwei took a few of them.
Chu Song counted and found that there were still two cents left. When the time came, he would tell Ye Xiuzhi that he had spent it all, and she could keep it for herself and use it to fill her small treasury.
Chu Song felt very happy.
Weng Fengwei took the money and without saying a word, took out a tape measure to measure her size. While he was measuring, Fang Qingrong came back with a basket of mugwort on her back.
Chu Song basically never saw him rest, and he was full of energy day after day.
"I came to ask grandma to make clothes."
Fang Qingrong looked at Weng Fengwei and nodded lightly.
Weng Fengwei quickly finished measuring and put away the tape measure. "What style of clothes do you want to make?"
Chu Song thought to herself that if she told Ye Xiuzhi about her favorite style, she would probably scare the person to death first, and then be scolded by Ye Xiuzhi with a broom, saying that she was "indecent".
"I want something nice, but not something that's too common. It just needs to suit me. I trust grandma's aesthetic taste."
Weng Fengwei was quite confident and nodded in a noble and cold manner.
Chu Song strolled over to Fang Qingrong. He had just finished drying the mugwort and hadn't even had a sip of water yet. Now he was busy grinding bamboo strips in the yard, preparing to weave a backpack.
"Is it for me?"
Fang Qingrong: "Yeah."
Chu Song expressed his gratitude and encouraged him to keep busy.
Her eyes fell vaguely on the man's sturdy forearms. As he moved, she could clearly see the smooth lines of muscle on them.
Of course, Chu Song felt that no one was as pretty as her.
As he got closer, Chu Song could smell the bitter scent of herbs on him, which should have been from cutting mugwort. Unlike other people in the village, he was full of deadly "manly smell".
Chu Song glanced at Weng Fengwei, and seeing that her attention was focused on the fabric and she didn't look at her, she couldn't help but whispered, "Xiao Fang, you smell so good."
Chu Song forgave himself on Fang Qingrong's behalf. It was not that she wanted to be a hooligan, but the village was too boring and she had to find some fun.
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