Chapter 394 Ancient Village Old Lady 19
The peppers and cotton cannot be used this year. There are only a few plants and the seeds are too few. They need to be cultivated further.
After Feng Erya discovered these rare flowers, she has been taking good care of them.
Occasionally, when watering, I would sprinkle a drop of spiritual spring water to help the flowers grow better.
A few days ago, many people who were learning skills from her sent firewood to her house. Even if Feng Erya burned as much as she could this winter, she would not be able to burn it all.
She turned the west room into a greenhouse, and all the flowers were in that room.
Now we heat the room every day to ensure that the temperature of the flowers in the room is just right.
Although Hu Si's family and Li Mutou's family also grew a few pots of flowers here, their love for flowers was far less than their enthusiasm for silver.
Ever since I learned the craft, I haven't taken much care of the flowers.
In Hu Sijia's words: "I can do more work to earn some money, and then I can buy whatever I like.
They are all well served by others, so I can appreciate them directly.
Now, raising a pot of flowers from small to large is taking up too much of my time to make money."
Although Li Mutou's family didn't say anything, they meant the same thing.
Feng Erya looked at the flowers of the two people carefully and found that there were no fine ones, so she just let them go.
When Feng Erya's flowers sold for a thousand taels of silver during their next business trip, the two finally regretted their decision. (This is a personal assumption. During the late Qing Dynasty, a single pot of cymbidium orchid fetched three thousand taels of silver. Considering the inflation of silver at the time, I've set the price of three pots of flowers at one thousand taels.)
At this moment, I was watching Feng Erya weaving bamboo paintings with envy.
Hu Sijia stared intently at Feng Erya's fingers flying up and down, weaving a picture of a magpie on a plum tree.
These bamboos are split into thin branches and dyed using a special technique. The bamboo paintings made from them look as lifelike as if they were painted.
The Hu family was amazed.
"How did you grow this hand? It's really well made.
When will I be able to have your skills?
My mind is confused when I look at all these bamboo pieces and various colors, but you can still make a painting based on your memory.
Tsk tsk tsk, if I had your brains and skills, I would have to find a rich man to be worthy of me when I was young."
The old ladies who were working nearby were all amused and burst into laughter.
"Look at what you are capable of. Your Hu Si is not here, so you can brag as much as you want.
The rich man is rich himself, and he is looking for a pretty girl, so he doesn't like the rough and fat girls from our village."
Another old lady was also joining in the fun.
"I can't believe you, Hu Sijia, are so ambitious. It's a good thing you didn't have any skills when you were young, otherwise you wouldn't know who the children in your family belong to."
Another old lady said, "Mrs. Hu, it's not too late if you have that intention. Wait until you find Matchmaker Wang and ask if there's a wealthy family that wants to remarry. We'll help you get dressed up and take you out to find a blind date."
Mrs. Hu was not annoyed and laughed along with them.
"Then you have to find me someone young and rich. I don't want anyone older than me."
There was another burst of laughter in the room.
"Okay, Mr. Hu, you may be old but your heart is young, why do you still want to find a pretty boy?
We, the old sisters, will keep an eye out for you and introduce you to the good ones.
But what about your Hu Si? He can't be left alone, right? You have to find someone too."
Li Mutou's family responded, "We have to find one, let's look for one based on Eighteen.
Her old woman was kidnapped by a young pretty boy, so Hu Si didn't suffer any loss by giving him a young virgin girl as compensation.
Hu Sijia didn't say anything this time.
"Don't even think about Hu Si, the virgin girl. I'm just the right person for him in this life.
At most, when we have enough money, I will find two maids to serve us at home, and then I will..."
At this time, Hu Si's smiling voice came from outside.
"Old woman, stop bragging here, my daughter and son-in-law are back with my grandson, come out and go home with me.
Maybe your son-in-law will bring you a rich pretty boy this time, so take a look and see if you like him, so I can send you off."
The room was silent for a moment, and then all the old ladies' laughter almost broke through the roof.
This is such a coincidence. Hu Sijia was bragging about looking for a pretty boy, and his old man just happened to show up.
They are all old ladies, and their grandchildren will be getting married in a few years, so no one will take what they say seriously.
But I still felt a little embarrassed when my old man heard me bragging to my old sisters.
Hu Si's family was so embarrassed that they blushed. The person who was usually so talkative just opened the door, quickly walked past Hu Si, and went home alone.
Hu Si followed behind with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back, and followed slowly behind Hu Si's family.
These two people fell in love with each other when they were young. They were from the same village, so the elders of both families arranged a marriage for them.
Looking at the old woman, Hu Si was reminded of his youth.
The two of them met secretly by the river. Every time they were about to part, the old woman would look shy and walk very fast, staying far away from him, for fear of being discovered.
Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
On Feng Erya's side, a few old ladies chatted about Hu Si's family for a while, and then the topic returned to Feng Erya.
"Daishan, who did you learn these skills from? If you had mastered them when you were young, you and Dashan wouldn't have had to live such a hard life when you were just supporting your family."
Feng Erya sighed.
"How could I have known all this back then? Besides, who could I learn this from? Who would be willing to teach me?
This was because the family had no money at that time. Every winter, we would weave mats and backpacks and sell them at the market, otherwise the family would have nothing to eat during the New Year.
As we wove so many, Dashan and I would try to find joy in our work while thinking, if only we could weave this, if only we could weave that, then we wouldn't have to spend money to buy them.
But I didn't have time to try it at that time. The little time I had was not enough to work and support several children.
This was after Dashan left. My health has been getting worse and worse.
While the children were working in the fields, I was trying to put my ideas from my youth into practice at home.
After failing a few times and gaining experience, we have what we are doing now.
When you do more, you will also have your own ideas.
There are only a few tricks to bamboo weaving. Once you become proficient, you can weave whatever you want according to your own ideas."
When it comes to this topic, the old ladies start talking again.
When you are young, those who have elderly people to take care of have difficulties in front of them; those who don’t have elderly people have the hardship of supporting the family on their own.
When we talk about this topic, it turns out that every family has its own problems.
Feng Erya said this today just to explain why she suddenly learned bamboo weaving.
Otherwise, it’s impossible for skills to appear out of thin air.
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