"Sister, this is for you." Mrs. Lin gave Shen Bingning what she had brought. "These are the buns I just made at home. Come here to give them to you. Life in our village is not good. It's hard to eat buns again."
, naturally I can’t do without you, my sister.”
"The meat buns," Shen Bingning took the buns and took a bite. They were so delicious.
"Thank you sister-in-law," she ate with her mouth full and said thank you vaguely. She thought to herself, it seems that those copper coins were not given in vain, otherwise she would not have been able to eat such good buns, right? That's a lot of gifts.
Isn't it weird? She had another conversation with Mrs. Lin, who wanted to see a few more children, so she went back first. However, she brought three meat buns, which were enough for Shen Bingning to eat for three days.
There was a pause.
Shen Bingning finished eating a steamed bun and drank a large bowl of water. She felt full. It was so delicious. She couldn't help but want to eat another one, but after thinking about it, she decided not to eat it. She just had to endure it for now. It was just three.
, she just ate one, one at noon, and one in the evening. Maybe she would be busy very late. What if she ate it now, what would she do in the evening? So she endured it, wrapped the buns, and prepared to eat them in the evening.
She sat at the table again and started to make the bag. The process of this bag was very complicated, and she had to think about and design it. So at the end of the day, she could make two or three, which would be pretty good. If she could make a bag
The appearance is a bit more complicated, and it may take longer, because her craftsmanship is much worse than that of the women here. They all make clothes by hand. The needle angles are fine and flat, and the needlework is also very well-proportioned. She doesn't know how to do it, so her
The selling point of her bags is naturally not the handwork, but the design. The bags she designed may be commonplace for modern people, but for ancient times, they were absolutely special.
In the evening, she ate steamed buns and drank some water. Finally she was not hungry anymore, so she continued to sit at the table and make her own steamed buns.
This is the seventh one. It seems that she wants to finish this and then go out and sell it tomorrow.
She rubbed her eyes, her eyes hurt, her neck hurt, and a little bit more. If she persisted for a while, she took the bag and continued to work, but as she continued to sew, her head started to rise little by little.
Hiss, she sat up suddenly and saw a hole in her middle finger was pricked by a needle. A drop of blood quickly came out. She stuffed her finger into her mouth. It hurt, but it still hurt.
It hurts.
How can a person live in Jianghu without being stabbed? How can a person do needlework without being pricked with needles? She shrugged her shoulders and picked up the cloth on the table again and started to make it. However, now she was awake and could put this
The bag was finished, and when the finished product appeared in front of her eyes, she was too tired to speak.
She pulled back the quilt, lay down in it, and fell asleep anyway. When she opened her eyes again, it was almost dawn, and she suddenly sat up from the bed. By the way, she was going to sell bags today.
, otherwise, she would have no living expenses. And this is also the time to test whether her bag is easy to sell and whether she can make money.
But to be honest, she was still very nervous and excited now. She put away her bags one by one, then wrapped them up and went out. Not long after, she came back and opened the door.
It was locked, and although there was nothing to steal, there was no quilt or anything, so where would she sleep at night?