Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 28

The weather seemed to have suddenly turned cold. Just a couple of days ago, it was so hot that one couldn't even wear clothes comfortably; this morning, dew had fallen, and the leaves on the mountains were starting to turn yellow.

Lu Yao planned to make some clothes in the next few days. With his previous experience, he didn't ask Aunt Tian'er to cut the patterns this time. It's better to rely on oneself than others, besides, every scrap of cloth has its uses.

The cloth bought from the store came as a single piece. If measured by modern standards, it would be about six and a half meters long and around one meter twenty wide.

The cotton fabric was a deep brown color, durable and resistant to dirt. Most coarse fabrics were this dark shade since common folk worked daily, and even the prettiest clothes wouldn't last under constant wear and tear.

This piece of cloth should be enough to make a set of clothes for each of the three siblings. Lu Yao himself didn't plan to make any new clothes; he already had plenty, including three pieces brought from his wedding, two thin ones that could be layered when it got colder, and a thick cotton coat for winter.

Following the pattern of their old clothes, Lu Yao quickly cut out the pants for all three, making the waistbands with drawstrings.

For the tops, Lu Yao didn't intend to follow the ancient style. He wanted to leave less fabric for the front placket, using the remaining material to sew collars to block the wind and add pockets for convenience.

Ancient garments didn't have pockets; items were either tucked into the front placket or sleeves, which was quite inconvenient. With these two pockets, even if they didn't carry anything, they could still keep their hands warm.

After planning, he mimicked Aunt Tian'er by using a burnt charcoal stick to sketch on the cloth, finally determining the dimensions and cutting them out.

The rest was a long sewing process. Fortunately, there wasn't much entertainment in ancient times, so during the day, after selling tofu, he would work on the clothes, and at night, after finishing tofu-making, he would continue sewing.

These days, Zhao Beichuan had been going to the fields every day. The millet was almost ripe, and many wild birds had started flying around, causing damage within minutes if left unattended.

The crops on the slopes this year were growing well, expected to yield at least ten dan of grain. The lower slopes weren't doing as well, barely managing five dan.

Fifteen dan of grain sounds like a lot, but a fifth had to be paid as tax to the government, leaving the rest for their own use. After deducting seed costs and other expenses, it was barely enough for four people to survive the year, leaving no savings.

That's why life was hard for common folk; there was simply no way around it.

In the afternoon, Zhao Beichuan returned from the fields carrying his hoe. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Lu Yao called him over, "Wash your hands and come try on the new clothes!"

"Okay." He immediately put down the hoe, scooped some water to wash his hands, and hurriedly went inside.

"Take off your clothes and see if the new ones fit."

Zhao Beichuan untied his belt and swiftly removed his old clothes, putting on the new ones handed by Lu Yao.

"They look good," he said, feeling awkward in the new clothes, constantly rubbing the fabric.

Since his mother's death, no one had made clothes for him. The clothes he wore now were hand-me-downs from his father, patched up and barely recognizable.