I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

As the end of the new year approaches, every household is preparing for the new year, and there have been several snowfalls. Pei Shu wrote Spring Festival couplets, cut window grilles with Xue Qingling, hung big red lanterns under the eaves, and red lanterns on the trees in the yard. Lanterns and colored silks added a lot of festiveness to the whole house.

The cold wind was howling, and it was getting colder and colder outside the house. Xue Qingling was afraid of the cold, and now that she has a big belly, she is even more afraid of the cold. She can't go out and move easily. If she wants to go out, she has to rely on Pei Shu to infuse him with true energy, otherwise she will just curl up in the quilt all day , hugging a soup lady, surrounded by several silver silk charcoal basins, to keep him warm.

He didn't go out in such a cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. He stayed at home and had nothing to do, so he picked up his old embroidery work and planned to make some small clothes for his unborn child.

Although his mother has an embroidery shop under her control, and the future children will not be inferior to the few small clothes he made, but the things she makes for her children are different after all.

Xue Qingling took a basketful of needles, threads and fabrics with great interest, and competed with these things by the stove all day long. It was at this moment that he began to regret that he and Zhao Huaixi had worked hand in hand and didn't learn needlework well. Simple little clothes can't be made...

Xue Qingling picked up the little dress that had just been made in his hand, and saw that the stitches were densely packed, and the distance between each stitch was different in size and level. There are wrinkles everywhere...

Little Pei wears such clothes.

He would probably be said to be a cruel father.

"Maybe it's just that I'm not proficient, why not? Embroider something first?" Xue Qingling is not a person who will give up in the face of failure. After all, he has never given up after studying medicine for so many years. Now he just failed once in making clothes. Do more Familiar with a few pieces.

Xue Qingling decided to embroider a simple picture of mandarin ducks first. After he lowered his head and started to embroider seriously, he felt that the needles in his hand did not listen to him. It's a lump or a few lumps of knotted thread, and this mandarin duck is not quite right, it seems to have gained a lot of weight.

The thread in her hands began to knot again, Xue Qingling put down the things in her hands, and couldn't help sighing, "This is too difficult!"

At this time, Xue Qingling sincerely admired the embroiderers in his mother's embroidery shop, who were able to sew so many exquisite embroideries with their own hands. He couldn't help but recall his wedding dress, which was embroidered with gold thread stitch by stitch. The pattern is beautiful... and the one he has now.

He and Fat Duck looked at each other for a while, "..."

It is said that a son does not dislike his mother's ugliness, and a dog does not dislike a poor family. The little Pei of their family should not dislike his father's ugly clothes, right?

Xue Qingling dropped the fat duck in his hand again, intending to continue cutting the clothes. He took a piece of red silk, rubbed his ears, measured it with a ruler, picked up the scissors in one hand, and murmured: "Why don't we do it first?" A little bellyband?"

Pei Shu over there put down the book in his hand and walked up to him. Just as he was about to raise his hand to look at the little clothes Xue Qingling made for their children, Xue Qingling, who was ashamed to see others, held down his wrist.

These clothes are invisible.

Pei Shu laughed, raised his hand to pinch Xue Qingling's face, and asked, "Where's the child's clothes?"

"I didn't finish it, I didn't do it well... This work is ruined. I will disassemble it later and make diapers for the children..." Xue Qingling sighed, and he suddenly discovered that diapers are probably the easiest thing to make that's it.

Seeing his bitter face, Pei Shu asked curiously, "Is it so difficult?"

He casually flipped through the exquisite patterns next to the other party, as well as a few books and albums devoted to embroidery methods. Liu Yuzhi had an embroidery shop under his hands. Hold a few books in your hand, and flip through them in two or three strokes.

After reading a few books, Pei Shu casually threw the books on the table and commented: "It seems quite simple..."

Xue Qingling was cutting the fabric with scissors. Hearing what he said at this time, he felt angry, and felt aggrieved by the failure of making clothes several times.

Simple ass.

You don't know how difficult it is until you do it yourself.

Talking but not practicing, what kind of skill is it to just talk on paper? Of course he can understand this broken book, but with the needle and thread in his hands, he won't be able to do what he wants.

Xue Qingling rolled her eyes, dropped the scissors in her hand, pulled Pei Shu to sit beside her, stuffed a basket of fabrics, needles and embroidery threads into the other's arms, squinted her eyes leisurely, and said: "Then little Doctor Pei, come and embroider a flower for me to see."

You you on the line!

Pei Shu took over the basket of needles and thread, picked up the scaffolding, picked up three silver needles with very skilled fingers, and put them all on embroidery thread. After a while, those few silver needles were driven back and forth quickly on the base by energy. Shuttle, a pattern of fish playing with lotus soon appeared on the white silk.

Xue Qingling stared blankly with her eyes wide open, extremely shocked: "Husband, did your teacher still embroider since elementary school?"

Pei Shu shook his head, "I don't know how to embroider." This was the first time he touched embroidery thread.

"You still can't call it?"

"I've only sewed up wounds before, but they're pretty much the same..." Pei Shu himself is excellent at painting, and it's not difficult to change from suturing wounds to embroidery. He doesn't know how many needles and threads are thinner than this, let alone they study medicine I have been playing with needles since I was a child.

Perhaps this is analogy?

"It's almost the same. It's obviously a world of difference. You embroider so beautifully, so fast and so well. God, you still embroider on both sides..." Xue Qingling's eyelids twitched, and she rolled into Pei Shu's arms. With an envious face, he said: "Little Doctor Pei, why do you feel that you know everything, is it true that you know everything except that you can't have children?"

Pei Shu laughed and reminded: "Would you like to try my cooking?"

Xue Qingling: "..."

Forget about this.

"That's all right. Let's make clothes for the children together. I'll cut the cloth, and you'll embroider the pattern. Here, what can I embroider on this little red bellyband? Embroider a little golden pig."

Pei Shu nodded, and after a short while, a naive little golden pig pattern was embroidered.

Xue Qingling sighed, looked at the little golden pig back and forth, and praised: "Husband, your craftsmanship can catch up with that of an old embroiderer who has been over ten years old."

"If we can't continue to open our medical clinic, let's open an embroidery shop! Speaking of which, my mother wanted to change the medical clinic into an embroidery shop..." Xue Qingling happily put the beautifully embroidered clothes on Put it away, too proud to start talking nonsense.

Pei Shu raised his eyebrows, "Open an embroidery shop? Sell your fat duck?"

"What fat duck? I'm a mandarin duck. Do you understand mandarin duck?"

Xue Qingling hugged Pei Shu's arm tightly and grabbed the strong man forcibly. Although the clothes he cut out were not very good-looking, but after adding Pei Shu's embroidery, they instantly felt that the clothes were much more beautiful. Xue Qingling hurriedly pestered Pei Shu to help her more Embroider some patterns.

What kind of rich and precious flowers, golden ganoderma, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are all embroidered in one set...

Liu Yuzhi came to Pei's house in a carriage, and came in without being notified, her brows were a little sad, the embroiderer Su Qinyan in her family's embroidered village was ill today, the reason for the other party's illness was not because of other things , but because the embroidery that the other party had made for two months was damaged. She had been rushing to work on this embroidery day and night for two months, and it was about to be completed when she saw it, but because when she was embroidering under the lamp last night, the candlestick suddenly toppled over. It rolled down on the embroidery, so that the embroidery in the center was completely destroyed, and the embroidery could not be completed as scheduled.

Su Xiuniang couldn't bear the blow, and fainted on the spot.

The Song family, the buyer of this embroidery, was in a hurry. She wanted to rush to finish the last few stitches last night, but she didn't want something like this to happen halfway, and the embroidery that took two months of hard work was destroyed.

What's even more terrible is that the buyer of this embroidery is the Song family. They asked for a birthday picture for the 80-year-old old man. They asked for double-sided embroidery. If it is an ordinary embroidery product, an ordinary buyer can still ask for an extension, but what they want is a birthday picture, but something like this happened halfway, the meaning of it...

Liu Yuzhi has a good relationship with the Song family, and now she is so worried that she doesn't know how to explain to his family.

It must be too late to rush back to work now.

While thinking about the solution, Liu Yuzhi prepared to go in to see her son, and also asked her son-in-law to diagnose Su Xiuniang who was bedridden.

Liu Yuzhi took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and as soon as he entered, he saw his son Xue Qingling and his son-in-law sitting around a small square table, fiddling with needlework. .

Now Liu Yuzhi feels a headache whenever she sees needlework. She walked up to Xue Qingling and said, "What are you doing? Children's clothes? So many?"

I really can't help but worry about my future little grandson in my heart.

Wearing clothes made by his own father, that's really... I can only be thankful that his grandma owns an embroidery shop.

Liu Yuzhi casually picked up one of the embroidery items, poof, a fat duck, indeed it was embroidered by her son, Liu Yuzhi couldn't help but think in her heart that she had excellent embroidery skills when she was in the boudoir, and her eldest daughter's embroidery skills were also good However, the things embroidered by the youngest son Qingling... Tsk tsk, it really doesn't look like her own son.

When Liu Yuzhi put the fat duck back, she caught a glimpse of other embroidery patterns out of the corner of her eye, and the expression on her face froze for a moment. Look, what did she see?After a long life, his son can actually embroider?

The embroidery is an extremely complicated peony picture, which looks like a painting. The petals are complicated, layered on top of each other, which is vivid and eye-catching. The stitches are very densely embroidered, and it feels soft and beautiful. Even if Liu Yuzhi was asked to embroider, she would not be able to embroider such a peony picture.

The other pattern on the side is a crabapple flower blooming by the pond, the flower branches are floating on the water, surrounded by four carps, these four fish are of different colors and sizes, and the fish tails are embroidered lightly and shallowly , so that the whole fish is agile, and the color from dark to light is just right.

Liu Yuzhi was stunned and picked up a few samples to watch.

For a moment, she almost forgot her reason for coming, and her expression was in a trance: "Son, what kind of panacea did you take..."

After living for so many years, I have heard that people's body length soars and their body becomes fat after being pregnant. I haven't heard of anyone whose embroidery skills soar after pregnancy?