Chapter 9

"Hey, is there a sewing basket at home?"

Tian Xiaoku sat on the heated Kang and watched Qian Mingying, who had been busy cleaning the table and washing the dishes. She thought that it was useless to just sit there, so she found something to do.

Qian Mingying carried a pile of firewood and put it in front of the Kang. She planned to start a fire to warm the Kang and the fire wall. Hearing Tian Xiaoku's question, she raised her head and looked at Tian Xiaoku in confusion. "Yes, what's the matter?"

Tian Xiaoku took the half-burned quilt and said, "If there's an unused quilt at home, I can piece it together. It can still be used!"

When Qian Mingying heard this, she looked at Tian Xiaoku in surprise. She did not expect Tian Xiaoku to have such a skill. She thought about herself. Other than combat skills, everything else was found on the AI and learned on the spot. It was a pity that she did not have any talent. After all, she had grown up being taken care of by living robots.

"Yes, wait for a moment!" Qian Mingying put down the firewood and started rummaging through the boxes and cabinets.

Qian Mingying brought two cotton-padded jackets over. "There are two more in the box, but you have to leave one for each of us. You can take these two and mend the quilt!"

Seeing Qian Mingying bring over the good cotton-padded jackets, Tian Xiaoku couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. She stroked the material and found that one of the jackets was bright red.

Tian Xiaoku looked at Qian Mingying. "Don't you want to keep this as a souvenir?" It seemed that this jacket was part of Qian Mingying's mother's dowry.

Qian Mingying put the sewing basket on the Kang table and moved the table to the head of the Kang. Then she moved the quilt that Tian Xiaoku was lying on to the other side. This way, the quilt could be spread out on the other half of the Kang to mend the quilt.

"No, they're already there. They're all dead. I miss them, so I'll go and see them. Besides, I'll go and see them during festivals!

They must want me to live healthily. I'll just keep them in my heart! "Qian Mingying said expressionlessly. Could she say that she was a stranger to them?

She really had no recollection of it at all.

"Good!

Then I'll tear it down! "Tian Xiaoku saw that Qian Mingying really didn't care, so he reminded him.

"Go ahead!

Do you need my help? "Qian Mingying sat on a stool on the ground and filled the kang with firewood.

"No need, I'll be done in a moment!" Tian Xiaoku replied.

After a while, Tian Xiaoku exclaimed, "Ah?

Why are there so many broken needles? "

Qian Mingying had just lit up the kang when he heard Tian Xiaoku's exclamation and the mention of broken needles. He rubbed his nose unnaturally and said, "Well, aren't my trousers and clothes worn out?

I was thinking about mending my own clothes, so I learned how to do it! "

Tian Xiaoku looked at Qian Mingying's wandering eyes in amazement, as if he had discovered a new world. Tian Xiaoku forgot his shyness and fear, and asked softly, "Are you changing needles after a few stitches?"

Qian Mingying rubbed his nose. The hand that held the beam saber was really not suitable for holding embroidery needles!

"They're too weak!"

Qian Mingying really hated the needles in this world. "I pinched them lightly, and they bent. I poked them again, and they broke!"

After hearing Qian Mingying's words, Tian Xiaoku's heart twitched. Were the needles in Qian Mingying's hands made of noodles?

Tian Xiaoku imagined the scene, and felt that it was funny no matter how he thought about it.

"Yes, yes, they're weak!

But you're really strong! "Tian Xiaoku said.

Qian Mingying smiled, "Of course, I dare say that in our village, I'm one of the strongest!"

Looking at Qian Mingying's unashamed and proud appearance, Tian Xiaoku was a little worried about her finding a husband when she grew up.

"Yes, but I also eat a lot!"

Tian Xiaoku rubbed the needle on the top of her head and began to sew. Her posture was like that of a veteran who had been sewing for many years.

When Qian Mingying heard Tian Xiaoku say that she had a big appetite, he heard a hint of sarcasm. He thought to himself, I'm giving face to my sister-in-law, and now she dares to criticize me. Qian Mingying raised his head and wanted to argue, but he saw Tian Xiaoku, who had the posture of a little wife, sewing seriously. Although her face was sallow and her cheeks were thin, she was still a Tian Xiaoku. Her eyes were big, and her nose was sharp. Because of the heat, there were some beads of sweat on her nose. Why did she look a little cute?

For some reason, Qian Mingying was mesmerized. This woman was different from the interstellar women he knew.

Qian Mingying didn't know that this was the virtuous and capable little wife of the Gu family.

"What are you looking at?" Tian Xiaoku smelled the smell of firewood. "The fire is burning out!"

When Qian Mingying heard this, she hurriedly looked down. Indeed, the firewood had burned out a hole in the kang. She hurriedly put a piece of firewood into the hole.

"Put on the jacket. I'll release some smoke!"

There was some black smoke in the room, and it was a little choking. Qian Mingying hurriedly released the smoke. When the door was opened, the smoke was released. The cold wind blew in, and the hot air also escaped. Tian Xiaoku tightened the jacket on her body.

Qian Mingying turned around and looked. She saw Tian Xiaoku's hand that was holding her jacket. It looked like a purple eggplant. His fingers were like little radishes that had sprouted in spring. There seemed to be patches of frozen cracks on his hand.

Qian Mingying walked over in a few steps, grabbed Tian Xiaoku's hand, and looked at it carefully. "What happened to your hand? Why are you still doing needlework?"

Qian Mingying lowered her head and looked at the quilt that was in the finishing stage, and the fine stitches on the quilt. She couldn't imagine how this little woman could do such delicate work with her broken hands.

"It's okay!

Let go! "Tian Xiaoku's hand was held by Qian Mingying. She was not used to it, and she tried to pull her hand back.

Moreover, the two of them were very close to each other, which made Tian Xiaoku, who had always been alone, feel uncomfortable.

Looking at Qian Mingying, who was still holding her hand, Tian Xiaoku was a little helpless. She could only say, "I'm used to it. It's like this every year. It'll be better in spring!"

Qian Mingying used the Sapiens to find a way. When she found it, she listened to Tian Xiaoku's words. Qian Mingying snorted. "It's like this every year? You're very proud!

Can you bear hardships?

You're not willing to break your hand!

You stay here obediently!

Don't move! "

Qian Mingying turned around and walked out of the main room. She went to the side room, opened the cellar, and jumped down. After a while, she climbed out with two pieces of ginger in her hand.

When Qian Mingying came back with the ginger, she closed the door and watched Tian Xiaoku bite off the thread with her teeth.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?" Qian Mingying blamed Tian Xiaoku.

"It's almost finished!

Look! "

Tian Xiaoku showed the repaired quilt to Qian Mingying. Except for the color difference in the fabric, the whole quilt looked good. Even the burned part was cut off.

"Well, not bad!

Put it there! "

Qian Mingying found a porcelain bowl and squeezed it hard. The two pieces of ginger were crushed, and the ginger juice was squeezed out.

"Put your hands on the Kang table!" Qian Mingying walked to the Kang and said to Tian Xiaoku.

"What are you doing?" Tian Xiaoku clenched his hands and was a little confused.

"What else? What else can I do? I'm treating your frostbite!

If this goes on, you won't be able to keep your hands! "

Seeing Tian Xiaoku dawdling, Qian Mingying was a little impatient. She directly grabbed Tian Xiaoku's hands and put them on the Kang table.

Maybe Qian Mingying used a little too much strength, but when Tian Xiaoku's hands touched the Kang table, it hurt a little.

"Does it hurt?

I didn't control my strength!

Don't move! "

Qian Mingying blew on Tian Xiaoku with his mouth. Then he held the porcelain bowl and used his hands to touch Tian Xiaoku's frostbite. According to Tian Xiaoku's reaction, Qian Mingying carefully adjusted his strength. "Does it hurt?

How about this? "

Tian Xiaoku's eyes were full of tears. She looked at Qian Mingying attentively applying the ginger juice for her. She felt sweet and bitter in her heart. This was the first time that someone was so good to her and cared about her pain!

Qian Mingying raised his head and met Tian Xiaoku's eyes. Naturally, he saw the tears. Qian Mingying knew his strength, so he was a little apologetic. "Little sister-in-law, don't cry!

I'm strong and heavy!

How about you slowly apply it yourself? "