Chapter 133 Catch him! Catch it!

Aside.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked up at the bookshelf.

He remembered what Jiang Rou had warned him at the beginning, that he must not touch anything without the owner's consent.

So he used his bright eyes to scan each word one by one.

I wonder if I can find the only “two” he knows from so many words.

Jiang Rou lowered her head while doing needlework, and at the same time, she noticed Zhou Xiaochuan out of the corner of her eye.

She raised her head silently, her eyes falling on Zhou Xiaochuan's upward face.

The boy's focused and serious eyes were silently reflected in her eyes.

All the children of Zhou Xiaochuan's age in the compound have already gone to school, except Zhou Xiaochuan, who was not allowed to go to school by Zhou Chongshan because of his special reasons.

Does the little wolf want to learn to read and write?

A doubt flashed through Jiang Rou's mind.

Regardless of the age, if children want to change their lives, studying is the only way.

Studying may not make a person successful, but it is the bottom line of a person's conscience.

If Zhou Xiaochuan had been educated, could read and understand the law, he would not have used extreme methods to solve the problem as in the original book.

Jiang Rou kept this incident silently in her heart.

She lowered her head again and continued threading the needle.

At this moment.

"Here, you sewed it wrong."

Song Qingqian's voice suddenly came over.

She lowered her voice for fear of waking Zhou Xiaohua, so she spoke softly.

When Jiang Rou heard this, she immediately widened her eyes and examined it carefully.

What she held in her hand was Zhou Xiaohua's little skirt, which was already eighty percent completed and had the rough outline of the skirt.

The remaining unfinished parts cannot be processed by sewing machines and can only be completed by hand with needle and thread.

A new Chinese style design is made on the chest of the skirt.

There is a process called hemming for the collar and lapel.

This is also a unique craft in Chinese cheongsam.

[It’s hard to describe the hemming, just look at the pictures. 】

The sophistication of a piece of clothing often depends on these small details.

Jiang Rou was distracted for a moment and the needle in her hand accidentally poked the wrong place, and the stitches became crooked.

So ugly.

Jiang Rou frowned.

I'm worried.

Song Qingqian reached out from the side and took the needle and thread and clothes from Jiang Rou's hands.

She said calmly, "Let me do it."

Song Qingqian, who used to say "I will only teach you once" with an impatient look on his face, has long disappeared.

Not only did she teach in great detail, but she also taught Jiang Rou so that she could understand it better.

Whenever Jiang Rou did something wrong, Song Qingqian would look disgusted, but would helplessly compromise by saying "Let me do it".

She tried her best to make the skirt look its best.

Jiang Rou handed over all the work in her hands and felt relieved.

It only took a blink of an eye.

She saw that the needle and thread became particularly obedient in Song Qingqian's hands, and the stitches she sewed were also neat and tidy.

Song Qingqian's technique is very good and he can even hide the stitches.

At first glance, there is no trace of seams at all.

Jiang Rou watched from the side, amazed.

"It's true that different trades are like different worlds. Qingqian, your craftsmanship is truly amazing. This is it——"

She gave Song Qingqian a thumbs up.

Song Qingqian lowered his head, seemingly indifferent.

But on her beautiful face, the ends of her thin eyebrows were slightly raised.

This is her pride!

Jiang Rou watched for a while, then went to deal with Zhou Xiaochuan's clothes. There was still a lot of work to do~

…

Indoors in the afternoon.

Quiet and cozy.

There was only the clicking sound made by the sewing machine when it was turning.

However.

There was a sudden movement outside the house.

"Ah-ah--grab him, grab him quick!"

"Don't let him get away! We must catch him! Ah! Danger! Be careful and protect yourself!"

"If we let him run away, we won't be able to explain to Sister Hong!... Quick, quick, quick... Catch him! Catch him!"

A tense and hurried shout came from outside the door.

The listener's heart tightened.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

This sound...

"It's Sister Yulan!"

Jiang Rou immediately recognized Lin Yulan's voice.

Oops, something went wrong!

Jiang Rou's face suddenly became tense and she looked at Song Qingqian beside her.

The two of them put down the clothes in their hands at the same time, stood up and walked out in a hurry.

As I walked through the living room.

Zhou Xiaochuan was staring at Jiang Rou with his dark eyes, with a familiar tense and defensive posture.

He also heard the shouting outside the door and once again showed the attitude of a little wolf cub.

"Xiaochuan, stay in the room and watch over your sister. Don't come out."

Jiang Rou walked out in a hurry, while giving orders to Zhou Xiaochuan in a low voice.

When Zhou Xiaochuan heard this, he was about to take a step forward, but suddenly stopped.

There was a slight hesitation in his eyes.

Just a moment of distraction.

Jiang Rou had already strode out, and he could only see Jiang Rou's determined back.

He was left behind, in a safer place.

Jiang Rou, on the other hand, was walking ahead with big strides.

Zhou Xiaochuan watched silently, then turned around and walked into the room, looking at Zhou Xiaohua as Jiang Rou had instructed.

There was a creaking sound.

Jiang Rou opened the wooden door.

She looked nervous and her eyes were sharp. She was mentally ready to face danger and do something big at any time.

Anyway, she has the Lingquan Space to protect her body, so even a man over 1.8 meters tall may not be her match and can be knocked to the ground.

If it's just a thief, there should be no problem.

Jiang Rou also leaned sideways at the same time, slightly blocking Song Qingqian who was following closely.

That's it.

In a tense atmosphere where the situation is critical.

After Jiang Rou opened the door, she saw Lin Yulan's panicked figure chasing after her on the road outside.

Lin Yulan staggered and ran around non-stop.

She was weak to begin with, and was quite thin. She was stumbling around like a clumsy idiot.

Even her hair, which had been neatly tied up, fell down from her forehead.

His clothes were stained with dust in several places and looked dirty. He must have fallen several times.

The people who were stumbling and running together were not only Lin Yulan, but also a woman Jiang Rou had never seen before, who was probably also a military wife in the compound.

Lin Yulan chased after her together——

chick!

A plump old hen with beautiful brown-red hair, a long black-striped tail, and a flame-red comb.

It looks majestic, like a sturdy and proud rooster.

What's even more terrifying is.

The old hen can actually fly.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The old hen screamed at the top of her lungs, spread her furry wings, and flew up to a height of about one meter.

Lin Yuyao and another military wife separated and kept surrounding the old hen.

Both of them were already panting and their faces were covered with sweat.

But every time, they could barely touch the old hen, but the old hen would lower its head or flap its wings and fly away from their hands.

The result was an empty one.

I also had a mouthful of dust.

So the two of them were not only wolves, but also dirty.

Even so, the two of them kept shouting.

"Grab it! Grab it now! Grab-it!"

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