I played as an assistant in ancient times

"Sister Xiaoye, what's wrong with you? Is there a fly in your eye?" Li Zi suddenly came over pushing a cart. When she saw her sister covering her face, she immediately let go of the handlebars and almost let her sister slide onto the ground.

"Ah? No, no." Shen Xiaoye rushed over to catch Taozi, and she said: "Pear, what are you pushing the cart for?"

Li Zi said, "I met Qian Nier and she gave it to me. She said she had to go to her brother's house first for an emergency, and she wanted to bring the car to you."

"Oh, I need it to pull wheat." Shen Xiaoye turned around and looked at the threshing ground. The head grandfather and his two sons were all there, only a few female members were missing.

She was feeling worried, wondering if there was some conflict over dyeing the cloth?

"Sister Xiaoye?" The two sisters Li Zi called her at the same time.

As soon as Shen Xiaoye came back to her senses, she was holding a basket of peaches and pears. The little girl tore open the cloth wrapped around her, looked up at her and said, "Make a red skirt."

"Oh, our Taozi is the first pretty baby to show support for Sister Xiaoye." She quickly held the handle and pinched the little girl's shy face. The five-year-old girl's face was so tender.

If you pinch your own, it will be very tender too!

After the first one, there was the second one. The rosy-cheeked little girl also brought her mother to deliver cloth. Soon, many people gathered around Shen Xiaoye to deliver cloth and make requests.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. She quickly asked her uncle for paper and pen to write it down, and it took her fifteen minutes to finish.

At this moment, the wild boar meat had been sold out, and she carried two bags of wheat and pieces of cloth with names on them back home.

It was not until she finished unloading and returned the car that she remembered that Qian Ni'er had not come to see her, so she quickened her pace towards the head of the village grandfather's house.

At this moment, Cui was sitting in the main room ignoring her children. The younger girl asked her for cloth to make a pink jacket. She wanted to exchange it with her daughter-in-law for a few feet of fine cloth, but she said that she had dyed it all. She didn't know how to save money at all. How could your husband still use it if it was all dyed red?

"Mom, why are you so angry?" Qian Jin squatted at the door and scratched his head.

Liao Dujuan bit her lip in Second Aunt's room, "Second Aunt, is it wrong for me to dye whatever I want with the cloth I weave?"

"Drink water." Lian did not comment.

Liao Dujuan was a person who could not keep secrets. "The cotton thread was my dowry, why should I give half or most of the woven cloth to Jin'er to make clothes?

So I can't decide on my own dowry, and I have to hand it over to the government?"

"Ms. Liao, our family has never committed the bad behavior of taking away the daughter-in-law's dowry." Mrs. Lian said sternly, "The older generation thinks differently from the younger generation. When your mother-in-law wanted to exchange a few feet of cloth, she also proposed to give you a few more feet of coarse cotton cloth in exchange.

Your things remain yours, and belong to you and your children.”

"Then why do you insist on me going to Xiaoye to get it back? My children can use the red cloth to make clothes in the future.

I was planning to give Ni'er a few feet of underwear." Liao Dujuan couldn't understand.

Lian opened her mouth but didn't say anything. Just because you don't have any children yet, you dyed all the cloth according to your own preferences. Your mother-in-law thinks that you are not in the same mind with her son.

"Second Aunt, I'm listening carefully to what you say." Liao Dujuan looked at her eagerly.

Lian was just wondering how to get through this when she heard someone knocking on the door: "Is anyone home? I'm here to return the car."

"It's Xiaoye." She hurried out the door, ignoring Qian Ni'er's approach, and walked out of the shadow wall first: "Xiaoye, come in quickly, your sister-in-law Liao is missing you."

"Ah?" Shen Xiaoye pushed the cart into the door with a confused look on his face.

Qian Nier leaned over to her ear and said, "My mother wants her to take back her sister-in-law's fabric and dye it less, so that she can leave it for my brother to use."

When Lian heard this, she wanted to rub her forehead, thinking that the aunt and sister-in-law were really unable to keep secrets.

When he looked up again, he saw his elder sister-in-law Cui walking out of the main room, shaking off the sullen look on her face and greeting him.

The bamboo curtain in front of her door was moving, so she hurried to the door and reached out to push the person behind the curtain into the house.

Shen Xiaoye already felt that the atmosphere was not right. As soon as she called out to Aunt Cui, Aunt Cui smiled and said, "Don't just stand there, Ni'er. Take the cart and take it to the backyard.

Xiaoye, come in and have a drink of water."

Qian Nier took the handle and pushed the cart away quickly. For the first time, Shen Xiaoye felt that Cui's smile was particularly fake. She quickly said, "Aunts, I'm too busy at home, so I'll leave first."

Before she finished her words, she had already dodged and bypassed the screen wall, making it impossible for Cui, who was calling her, to catch up with her even at a jog.

"Mom, look, you scared people away, didn't you? Come back and have some rest." Qian Jin was speechless. It was just a piece of cloth, no big deal.

Cui turned around and glared at him, then went back to the house angrily: "What do you know?"

Mrs. Liao was secretly happy behind the curtain. She didn't even mention the cloth just now because she didn't believe her mother-in-law would come to her house and talk about it. Xiaoye was smart and ran away when she saw that the situation was not right.

It's impossible to ask her to take the cloth back.

Shen Xiaoye turned out of the village head's house and still did not slow down his running pace.

The little black cat asked her curiously, "There's no one chasing you, why are you running?"

"Go home." Before she came, she asked her uncle to mix some warm salt water to soak and wash Mrs. Liao and several other pieces of cloth first.

If someone wants to take it back later, you can't give them back a wet cloth.

Shen Xiaoye ran even faster. When she reached the door of her house, she saw her uncle holding a piece of cotton cloth and throwing it into a specially made large wooden barrel. She shouted, "Hold the cloth, don't go into the water, don't go into the water."

The cry was so loud that it stopped the chirping cicadas nearby, and it also frightened Lin, who was turning over wheat to dry in front of the main hall, so much that she dared not move.

Shen Changsui stopped what he was doing. He frowned and said unhappily, "What are you yelling about? You scared grandma."

"Hoo...Hoo..." Shen Xiaoye came in, panting heavily. Lin dropped the work in her hands, looked at her son disapprovingly, walked over to wipe her hands and rubbed her granddaughter's back: "What's wrong?"

"...Grandma, wait a moment, Fourth Uncle, don't soak the cloth yet." After taking a few breaths, Shen Xiaoye briefly recounted the story of Qian Lichang's family.

Lin sighed softly. Her little granddaughter was more lively than before. "Wait a few days before dyeing her hair."

As a result, Shen Xiaoye looked up and saw his uncle throwing the cloth into the water, "Fourth Uncle?"

"This is the cloth we collected. The ones to be dyed are still in your outer room." Shen Changsui didn't touch them at all. He looked a little stern: "It's not waterproof if you put a note on it, and it's easy to fall off. Sew different marks on it later to avoid confusion."

"That's right." Lin patted her granddaughter who stood up and said, "Don't panic if something happens. Cui won't come to ask for it, and Liao will definitely not do that either."

She looked at her son, whose temperament was becoming more and more serious, and said after a moment's consideration: "Xiao Ye is still young, so teach him slowly."

After saying that, he went back to look through the two bags of wheat he had exchanged for.

Shen Changsui gestured to Shen Xiaoye to keep quiet, and followed his mother's back for several breaths before saying, "Mom, I'll listen to you."

"Yeah." Lin turned around and smiled at him, then continued to work.

Shen Xiaoye looked at this and then that, a trace of fear and surprise slowly rising in her eyes. She stared at Shen Changsui fiercely and called softly, "Uncle?"

"Come and rinse with me." The large oval wooden barrel was waist-high, and Shen Changsui couldn't even scoop out a piece of cloth if he put it in.