Chapter 452 Even My Own Family Looks Down on Me
"Uncle Wang, please make a set of these tools in the next two days." Su Ying handed over a few drawings.
"What is this?" Wang Sanlang took it. There were strange things on the drawing.
There was a large bow, a short-handled hammer, and a long frame with a number of uprights, a bamboo pole with a hook on it, and a wooden lid.
Another drawing shows a spinning wheel, the old-fashioned hand-cranked spinning wheel used in rural areas.
"These are tools for playing white dough and a spinning wheel." Su Ying explained.
"Playing white folded pieces?" Many people present were surprised by what it meant.
"You make it first. When you pick the white quilt, you will naturally understand how to use it! A complete set of tools for making quilts!" Su Ying felt that explanation was not as good as on-site demonstration.
Adding, "That short-handled hammer is a mallet!"
"Hey, is the white diezi really so magical?" The villagers were very curious and were looking forward to picking the white diezi as soon as possible.
"Of course, in the future, this white mulberry will be like mulberry, and every rural area can grow it, and everyone will be able to spin it and weave it!" Su Ying said with a smile.
When that time really came, it was no longer the hand-cranked spinning wheel, but the spinning jenny that was introduced, and intensive production began.
Next comes the rice harvest, plowing and drying, and then raising rice seedlings.
Then beans are planted in dry land, followed by the second season of rice transplanting. During this time, the colorful silkworms will produce cocoons and harvest another season.
Men are busy, women are busy, the village school is on holiday, and the girls' official school is also on holiday, so they can go home for five days.
The colored silk will be dried in the sun these days, and we will return to school in five days to reel and weave silk.
In ancient times, official schools had two important holidays a year: one was the field holiday in May of the lunar calendar, and the other was the clothing-giving holiday during the Frost Descent solar term in September.
Field leave is for going home to do farm work, and clothing leave is for going home to get warm clothes.
Wu County grows two crops of rice, and Huanggou Village also raises colorful silkworms, bees, etc., so there is not much free time, so it is only five days.
Find Zhang San and Li Si to invite a few ox carts to take the female students home, arrange a return time to pick them up, and settle the fare on the school side.
The girls came from poor backgrounds and were reluctant to wear their beautiful robes to work in the fields, so they changed into their old clothes and wore new straw sandals.
Even so, it is difficult to conceal her extraordinary appearance.
After studying, his eyes sparkled with a unique confidence, he held his head high and chest out, and was calm and composed.
I have been studying in the school building for more than two months. I am not exposed to the wind or the sun, and I have enough to eat. I apply honey and white vinegar on my hands every night, and my hands are no longer rough.
They all have red lips, white teeth, black hair, and are fresh and pretty.
When I returned to the village in a ox cart, the villagers looked at me from afar and didn't dare to recognize me.
Is this still the same disheveled, pale and skinny girl from whose family? She is simply a fairy descended to earth!
The parents who used to prevent their daughter from studying were extremely proud and took their daughter home affectionately, saying, "Wow, look, this is the daughter of their own Shangguan School!"
Just look at the color of the water and you will know how good life is at school!
As soon as I got home, I grabbed the bag and searched through the things inside.
"Zhao Di, you little girl, you were kicked out of school!" Hongying's mother came back carrying a bucket of clothes.
His thin, high cheekbones and pointed face make him look even more sharp and sarcastic.
With disheveled hair and a dark face, she looked like a woman in her forties even though she was less than thirty years old.
Seeing Cen Hongying coming back in tattered clothes, he felt much better.
You really thought you were a golden phoenix, but in the end, you were just a nobody! Humph!
Cen Hongying frowned, ignored her mother, went home on her own, and brought some good things for her sister.
All her memories of this mother were of beatings. She would hit her with a broom or a bamboo stick, or twist her soft flesh or pull her hair.
Anyway, all the grievances and anger she suffered from men were taken out on her daughter.
Other mothers love their daughters, but Hongying has never felt maternal love, only disgust and disdain.
"Second sister, third sister! My elder sister is back!" Cen Hongying entered the yard and shouted a few times, but there was no response.
Pushing open the rickety broken door, I saw that the house was empty and no one had lived there for a long time.
The uneven ground was damp and smelled musty.
There were traces of chores everywhere, the straw used for sleeping on the ground was scattered everywhere, and the rags and clothes were nowhere to be seen.
"Where are my second and third sisters?" Cen Hongying had a bad feeling in her heart. This was the dilapidated house where the three sisters slept.
"I know you, second sister and third sister, don't appreciate your parents' kindness at all! You are such heartless people! Give it to me!" Hongying's mother went to grab Cen Hongying's bag.
"What are you doing? Are you itching to do something? Do you want to go to jail for robbing students?" Cen Hongying scolded. "Where are my second and third sisters?"
Hongying's mother failed to snatch the things and was scolded by her daughter, which made her extremely angry.
"You stupid girl, why are you yelling at your mother? And you're acting so arrogant! I should have married you off earlier so that you can become more capable every day!"
"Let me ask you again, where are my second and third sisters?" Cen Hongying couldn't talk properly to her mother.
Don't expect to influence such ignorant, short-sighted and selfish parents with love and filial piety.
"Zhao Di!" Five-year-old Jinbao came out from somewhere.
Covered in mud, with a long runny nose, and the corners of his mouth were red, swollen, and eroded from the saliva he had been holding.
"Oh, my little ancestor! Where did you go to buy this? The clothes haven't been hung out to dry yet, and you've made them dirty again!"
Hongying's mother cursed and brushed the dust off her son.
Jinbao was wearing his third sister's clothes. His family was so poor that they rarely found rags of cloth.
No matter how favored he was, Jinbao would still wear his elder sister's clothes, which were altered from his parents' old clothes.
"Zhao Di!" Jin Bao never called her "Ajie".
He was always ordering people around, calling them Zhaodi, Pandi, and Laidi. He knew that he had a special status in the family.
"Where are my second and third sisters?" Cen Hongying asked.
Jinbao's eyes rolled around and he looked at his mother, but he didn't say anything.
"Do you want some candy? I told you there's candy!" Cen Hongying took out a piece of mint candy from her bag.
"Hmm..." Jin Bao was so greedy that he reached out and snatched it away and ran away, turning back and saying, "Pandi and Lai Di gave it away!"
"What? Give it to someone?" Cen Hongying's mind was buzzing. "Who did the second and third sisters give it to?"
"I'm giving it away because of you!" Hongying's mother was a little scared when she saw her eldest daughter's murderous look.
"Your in-laws came to ask for you, but you couldn't hand them over, so you had no choice but to send those two girls to pay off the debt. That means there are two less mouths to feed at home!"
"You! Are you still my mother?" Cen Hongying was furious. "Where is that family?"
"How would I know?" Hongying's mother stared at her eldest daughter's bag, thinking there must be good things in it.
"Where's Aye? I'll go ask him!" Cen Hongying turned around.
"What do you want to ask me?" Cen Shitou came back carrying a hoe with a gloomy face.
"Where are my second and third sisters?" Cen Hongying asked coldly.
"I gave it away!" Cen Shitou didn't feel guilty at all, as if he had given away an insignificant item.
"Where were they sent?" Cen Hongying just wanted to know the whereabouts of her sisters.
"What do you care where I'm sent? You're an educated man, but you have no respect for your elders! How do you talk to me like that?" Cen Shitou acted like an elder.
Several other girls from the village came back and showed off everywhere, bringing back candy, meat, and money.
This damn girl held the bundle tightly, and all she talked about was those two girls who only knew how to eat but not how to work.
Cen Shitou was heartbroken, as even his own family looked down on him and treated him with contempt.
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