Fast through the cannon fodder, she shines brightly

Chapter 270 Widow (25)

Mu Wan took out the half piece of fabric she bought, slowly cut it open, and made clothes according to the styles of this world. She is now thin and black, so the blue fabric she bought is suitable for both adults and children.

The first thing she made was Fang Nian's. She made a small skirt similar to that of Hanfu, and added a bow. It must be beautiful and cute to wear. She also made two small ball-shaped silk flowers to match. The top and bottom pants, the child's clothes are small, the process is not that complicated, she can get it all done in two days.

It was only when Aunt Chen, the neighbor next door, came over to say hello, that she found out that Mrs. Wang didn't ask for fish, so she became angry and said bad things about her in the village. She didn't care whether she was mean or not affectionate.

Wang can only find a sense of balance by playing tricks on her lips, and she can just say what she likes. People with a discerning eye know what is right and what is wrong, so she has no energy to deal with these gossips. She lives a good life. The best counterattack against Wang.

After Mu Wan finished the two children's clothes, Fang Cheng caressed the fabric carefully, reluctant to wear it. He hadn't worn new clothes for several years, and they were all picked up by adults who kept sewing and mending. The padded clothes felt too soft, like willow catkins fluttering by the river, so soft and comfortable that he didn't dare to put them on, for fear of getting dirty and ruined.

Mu Wan looked at his appearance like a treasure, and said with a smile: "The clothes are ready to be worn, so why not put them under the cabinet for mice to chew on?"

"Since you have the conditions to wear it, you should make it look good, so as not to be looked down upon by others."

"Mom can make money now, you don't have to worry too much, just buy it again if it rots."

Fang Cheng pinched his fingers, still unable to resist the temptation of the new clothes, put them on carefully, and ran out to play with the children.He was thin and small, but his face was washed clean, and his clothes were made of pure cotton without a single patch. He soon gathered the envious eyes of his friends and leaned forward to chatter.

At noon, Fang Cheng straightened his back, jumped back with a smile on his face, his eyes were shining, and his heart seemed to be floating with joy.

Mu Wan smiled, and was making her own clothes. The women in the village wore t-shirts and trousers, which looked neat and convenient, and she did the same, but her stitches were fine and well cut. The flower shape is used as a button, and two orchids are embroidered, which is much more delicate and gentle.

In the middle of the night, there was a gust of wind blowing by the window, rustling, and the slightest coolness came in through the gap. Mu Wan closed the window tightly, and then it was replaced by the sound of pattering. This autumn rain washed the whole night. It is very warm in a closed room, but the thatched house she lives in is not. She picked up thatched grass and spread it on it before, but there are always small gaps that have been overlooked. The raindrops soaked the straw and fell in clusters.

She hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a bucket and wooden basin, and connected them to the leaking place in the main room, and there was a crisp ticking sound when the raindrops fell.

Mu Wan got up twice at night, poured out the full water, and the ground was splashed wet.

She deeply felt that living in a thatched cottage was too troublesome, and she wanted to repair it earlier and cover it with strong tiles.

After the rain, the air is fresh, the grass and trees are refreshing, and the light golden sun is exposed, drying the excess water on the ground.Mu Wan took the cleaned basin and went to the creek. The water level rose yesterday, and fish were washed ashore again, but the big fish had been caught long ago, and the ones that washed up were small fish like shrimp.

Many people in the village don't care about them. They feel that they are small and troublesome to deal with. They are not enough to fit between the teeth. If you have that time, you might as well pick more wild vegetables. But Mu Wan likes those small dried fish very much and wants to catch them and eat them.

(End of this chapter)