"This is the size of the clothes. I have already drawn the blueprint. Just make it according to it."
This was not the first time Qin Zhao asked Aunt He to make clothes for her. Most of the women in the village were illiterate, so Qin Zhao wrote down the sizes in her usual way.
After Aunt He finished reading the list and flipped through the fabrics Qin Zhao had brought, she asked in surprise, "Is this all made for your husband?"
Hearing this word, the person behind him became noticeably nervous.
Qin Zhao held his hand tightly and nodded: "Yes."
Aunt He was very surprised.
She had made a lot of clothes for the village. Farmers always valued durable clothing, so the materials were usually hard, and they rarely used such delicate and soft fabrics.
Not to mention that this dress is made for my husband.
No one in Linxi Village married a man, but she had seen many men on her mother's side.
Life...is not going well.
Not to mention wearing such nice clothes, even for food and drink she could only pick up the leftovers from the men in the family.
There's nothing we can do about it. They can't do heavy work and are not as good at giving birth as women.
She heard yesterday that Qin Zhao brought a husband back to the village.
Qin Zhao was in poor health and couldn't do farm work. Even if he had a good-looking face, few girls would be willing to marry him. But he was already quite old. Ever since he started planning to build a house, many people in the village had been discussing whether Qin Zhao was getting married.
Sure enough, she found a husband.
Aunt He was not surprised that Qin Zhao got married, but she did not expect that Qin Zhao would treat his husband so well.
Aunt He lowered her eyes and saw the two people's hands tightly clasped together, and she felt a mixture of emotions.
Why doesn't her man care about her so much?
It’s great to be young.
Qin Zhao could roughly guess what Aunt He was thinking.
Her husband, Shuang'er, did not have a high status in that era, especially in a small mountain village like this, where he was bullied.
He was forced to let Xiaoyu pretend to be his husband, and he would never let Xiaoyu be looked down upon by others in the village.
Therefore, he needed to let others know that he doted on his husband.
...It's not just about taking advantage.
Jing Li was still not used to being stared at like this, his eyes wandering, and he quietly hid behind Qin Zhao. Qin Zhao patted his hand soothingly and asked, "When can these clothes be finished, Auntie?"
Aunt He suddenly came to her senses and said, "It will only take two or three days. I'll find someone to send it to you when it's ready."
Qin Zhao: "Thank you very much."
Aunt He charges a low price and sews a
The clothes only cost ten cents, and after sewing all the clothes and adding two pairs of shoes, it would cost about sixty-five cents.
Qin Zhaoxian gave twenty cents as a deposit.
Only after the clothing issue was settled did Qin Zhao take Jing Li back home.
It was not until he met Aunt He that Jing Li finally realized clearly that he had changed from a fish raised by Qin Zhao to a husband raised by Qin Zhao.
In front of outsiders, they hold hands, show intimacy, and show affection...
It's much more troublesome than being a fish.
Jing Li fell on his back on the bed and rolled over with the quilt in his arms.
Qin Zhao looked at him with a smile and took out a wooden box from the depths of the closet.
The box was filled with a lot of copper coins.
Qin Zhao took out the purse from his arms and put the remaining copper coins into it.
He took two strings of cash with him today, and when he came back he only had a few hundred coins left. After calculating the total, he spent more than three hundred coins.
Jing Li turned over and rested his chin on the bed, watching him do this.
After Qin Zhao finished building the house, there wasn't much left from the money he made from selling herbs. Fortunately, Fang Tianying was willing to help them with some furniture, which saved them a lot of money.
Qin Zhao quickly counted the copper coins in the wooden box.
Not counting the unpaid wages and the balance of the clothing production, they still had about twelve strings of cash to use.
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