Chapter 23 depends on whether the mother wants to chop wood or embroider

  The word "drop in" comes from the mouth of the former imperial concubine, and there is no sense of disobedience.

  Woke up too early in the morning, the sun hadn't come out yet, and the steam was heavy. Shen Nanwei moved her hands, tightly wrapped the patched but clean coarse clothes, and the disgust in her eyes rolled for a long time before she fell.

   "Buy me some fabric, embroidery needles, embroidery threads of various colors...Anyway, you can buy all kinds of tools for embroidery."

   After answering, Lu Jingzhi was surprised, "Why don't you bring fabric when you visit? Isn't it for embroidering wedding dresses?"

  Shen Nanwei half coquettishly half annoyed raised her hand to show them both.

   What kind of hands are those.

  It is obvious that her body is only about thirty years old, and her hands are like those of an old woman in her fifties or sixties.

  The palms of the hands are covered with calluses, and the pads of the fingers are rough and cracked. Just by looking at them, one can tell what kind of suffering these hands have suffered in winter.

The brown in the ravines on the back of the hands can’t even be washed off, and the joints are thick and swollen. At first glance, it looks like a pair of men’s hands, but the nails are clean. It’s because the imperial concubine soaked herself in hot water and tried her best to clean it up. Remove the mud, finally trimmed.

  The imperial concubine wiped away bitter tears.

   "I grew up to..." I haven't done so much work.

  Pampered and spoiled since childhood, getting married just changes from rich to richer.

  The original hands were slender and soft, weak and boneless, the fingertips were healthy pale pink, the nails were translucent and well-shaped, and the color of Koudan never changed every day.

  Some things cannot be thought about, and the thought of it makes people unable to control their emotions.

  In an instant, the imperial concubine even thought of scratching the scroll with her fingernails when copying the book, and then thought of the queen mother, and thought of it—she must be laughing wantonly because she died now.

  My heart is even more stuffy.

   "Look at it, look at it! How do you embroider with such hands?? Not to mention the fine patterns, I can't even touch the fabric that embroiders the wedding dress, it will snag!" Shen Nanwei had a headache.

   Most of the women in the village will do some needlework, say good or bad, make do with it, and save money.

   There are also those who can embroider. Their hands are not only white and smooth, but at least they are not so dry and cracked.

   "Then how did you get this job?"

  What else can I do.

  When she showed her talents, she used coarse cloth.

  Back then, her teacher was the most talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River.

  She is greener than blue and better than blue, even if she embroiders a peony flower casually on the coarse cloth, it is enough to open the eyes of the women of Huxi Village.

  But Shen Nanwei is not proud of this at all.

  Coarse cloth, defective product.

  The peony flower was accidentally hooked by a slit in her fingertips, a defective product.

  The final finished product, defective product.

"Then what should we do next?" Looking at Shen Nanwei's hand, Jiang Tanyue was a little worried, "If it doesn't work, send it back and ask the bride-to-be to find the embroiderer again, otherwise the wedding dress will not be embroidered when the time comes. If you delay her, you will become an enemy."

   Then make the already not so good family worse.

"I've calculated the time, as long as I can take care of my hands in a month, that's enough time." Shen Nanwei's eyes shifted, and she smiled suddenly, "You're sure you won't let me cook and work, right? I want to concentrate on raising my hands .”

  Two people: "..."

   Miss, how much she wants to avoid working!

   "If I knew my precious daughters were so capable, I would never have taken up this job." Shen Nanwei regretted, "It's too late, too late."

  Jiang·Baby Daughter·Tan Yue said calmly: "It's not too late, it depends on whether mother wants to grow vegetables, carry water, firewood, or embroider."

  Shen Nanwei: "..."

  She knew it!

  The little padded jacket that leaks air!

   Not even as caring as her! !

  (end of this chapter)