Chapter 25

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Chapter 25

    Mrs Song smiled and took a handkerchief and handed it to Xia Yunliu, "I have nothing to do with embroidery recently. If you like it, I'll give you this handkerchief."

    Xia Yunliu picked up the handkerchief and carefully examined it. Looking at it, there is admiration in his eyes. Although Xia Yunliu does not know how to embroider. But in her previous life, she loved Hanfu, and she did research on embroidery for this purpose.

    And the handkerchief in his hand, a pair of carp and lotus are lifelike, and the fish is like a normal. Xia Yunliu dared to say that in this dynasty, even if this embroidery was not a masterpiece, it could be called a masterpiece.

    Seeing the origin of Xia Yunliu staring at the handkerchief she embroidered, Song Shi was stunned and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with Yunliu? Is there something wrong with my handkerchief?"

    Xia Yunliu raised her head quickly, shook her head with a smile, "No, I just think your embroidery looks so beautiful, sister-in-law. If my sister-in-law sells the handkerchief, she will definitely make a lot of money." I

    can't blame Xia Yunliu for seeing that everything is money, she just wants to earn more Some money, let the old and young at home have a good life.

    Song Shi was a little embarrassed to be praised by her, and smiled: "Just make fun of me. My embroiderer just learned a little bit of fur from my grandmother before I got married, but I'm not a good embroiderer. "

    I often take this handkerchief to sell in the town, but it wasn't enough to light a lamp before I replaced it. Later, I didn't want to sell it."

    Xia Yunliu was a little surprised when she heard this. His craftsmanship is so good that he can't even earn money for oil lamps.

    "Sister-in-law, it's designated that those people don't know the goods and can't see that you are a good thing." The

    two chatted for a while. Since Xia Yunliu came to this place, she has no friends to talk to. Now, the Song family is one.

    After chatting that the sky was getting dark outside, Xia Yunliu had to go home to prepare dinner, and then got up and went home.

    "Sister-in-law, it's getting late, so I'll go back first. I'll come to chat with you another day."

    Song Shi also chatted happily with Xia Yunliu. Before he knew it, the sky turned dark, so he hurriedly greeted him. "Don't leave tonight, you can have dinner at our house. Just in time, I'm going to make dinner."

    Xia Yunliu was so embarrassed, saying that Tonggui's appointment was already waiting at home.

    Wan Yan rejected the Song family, and Xia Yunliu left the house, only to see that there were no figures, one big and one small, in the courtyard. Where did these two go?

    Xia Yunliu was about to go out to look for it, when she saw Song's husband, Master Gu, with a smile on his face, as if he had found some treasure, and walked towards the two of them.

    It would be a quarter of an hour before school was over. Seeing her husband coming out of the elementary school, she was still excited. Song Shi couldn't help but ask: "Xianggong, why didn't you look at those children, how did you come out?"

    Master Gu He didn't reply to Song's words, but looked at Xia Yunliu and asked impatiently, "Yunliu, have you ever thought about letting your relatives study?"

    Xia Yunliu couldn't understand because he was afraid that his words were too abrupt. What does it mean, at the same time, they are afraid that their family will have no money, but unfortunately this is a good Miaomiao.

    Master Gu greeted the two of them excitedly: "You two come in and have a look, and you'll know when you come in."

    Xia Yunliu followed Master Gu to the primary school in confusion. The little heads in the elementary school are all seriously bowing their heads and silently writing ancient poems. Very cute.

    Looking at Master Gu's line of sight, he saw Jiang Juncheng and Duoduo also sitting in the last row of the primary school, each holding a pen, writing and drawing on the grass paper.

    When Xia Yunliu walked in and took a look, the real person was stunned involuntarily, and those eyes were locked tightly on the words written by Jiang Juncheng.

    On the rough yellow paper is a silent night meditation. But the font is vigorous and powerful, and the pen is strong, and it doesn't look like a character written by a beginner.

    The Song family is also literate. Seeing the words written by Jiang Juncheng, his eyes are full of admiration, "Ah, these are all written by Juncheng. They are really good. They are better than my family."

    Seeing Xia Yunliu approaching, Jiang Juncheng raised his head when he heard the sound, and called her with a smirk with big white teeth.

    "Hey, daughter-in-law..."

    Xia Yunliu's eyes trembled slightly, and the smile in her eyes deepened, "Are you hungry? Are you going home?

    " He hugged Xia Yunliu's thigh and said coquettishly.

    "I'm hungry, go home." Jiang Juncheng also put down the brush in his hand, but the gesture of his gestures was not awkward at all, but rather elegant, as if he was born with these things.

    Xia Yunliu took all these in his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the man's hand, and said to the Song family with a smile: "Brother Gu, sister-in-law, let's go back first."

    Seeing that Xia Yunliu was about to take Jiang Juncheng away, Master Gu's eyes were full of reluctance, wishing to leave Jiang Juncheng in the primary school now.

    "Yunliu, I think Juncheng is very talented in reading. Do you want to send him over to study? Don't worry, if you are worried about the repair, you can not give it. I will tutor Juncheng for free."

    Xia Yunliu understood Master Gu thought in his heart and understood that he cherished talent like a treasure, but Xia Yunliu could not be the master of this matter alone.

    She smiled lightly, "I'll go home and discuss with my family, and then ask Jun Cheng's opinion."

    Master Gu nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes, I am too impatient."

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