The General’s Little Peasant Wife

“Hey, wait a minute.” Ning Mengyao saw the man get to the bottom of the mountain, turn around and prepare to leave. He hurried to call someone off.

Before Qiao Tianjing saw Ning Mengyao standing there, heard her voice stop, a pair of calm and waveless eyes looked at her, with doubts in her eyes.

Sorry to touch her nose, I'd rather Mengyao find her tone a little rude.

“Can your prey sell me a pheasant?” Ning Mengyao walked to Qiaotian and looked up at him.

The distance has not yet been discovered, after walking in, Ning Mengyao realized that this man was really tall, and that her one meter and six individuals were like a child in front of this man.

Qiao Tian nodded smoothly and took a wild chicken from his hand and handed it to Ning Mengyao.

“How much is this?” Ning Mengyao took the wild chicken he handed over and asked.

“Fifty. ”

“Oh, well, you wait for me, I'll go back and get the money.” He turned around and walked out a little while later, holding a piece of copper in his hand.

Put away the copper plate, Joe Tian turns around and leaves, if there is anything else on the tip of his nose with a hint of warmth, the copper plate in his hand with her warm temperature.

Ning Mengyao turned around and started packing the wild chicken he had bought. He ate the chicken and roasted the mushrooms at noon.

In the afternoon, Ning Mengyao did not intend to go outside. After eating, she prepared to embroider her screen. However, she was just about to move the embroidery frame. Yang Xiu-er came with the embroidery basket, which contained embroidery wire and some pads and bags.

Seeing her, Ning Mengyao had no intention of embroidering the screen, but turned to the grocery room beside her.

When she came out, she had a very small hoe in her hand.

Looking at what was in her hand, Yang Xiu-er muttered and complained: “Mengyao, why don't you do the embroidery? ”

She came here with embroidery to steal from Ning Mengyao, but now she's taking a hoe to weed the vegetable in front of the house.

He looked up at Yang Xiu-er and smiled silently: "Well, there's already a lot of grass in the vegetable. We need to get rid of it. ”

Yang Xiu-er sat down with a stool on one side and put his little basket aside: “What's the hurry? Whenever weeding is possible, making money is the most important thing. ”

She doesn't know how much Ning Mengyao's embroidery will cost, but she has a feeling it won't be too much.

“No, I'm not in a hurry to use this money.” Ning Mengyao shook his head, ignored Yang Xiu-er, and continued the movement in his hand.

Yang Xiu-er's hand was slightly stiff. Then he held the needle thread with some rough hands. His fingertips were slightly white and his face was also slightly ugly.

In this way, the two people got along in a strange way, one doing embroidery work, and from time to time they looked at Ning Mengyao in the vegetable, who didn't even give her a single look.

After feeling her gaze many times, Ning Mengyao looked up and stared at her without knowing what Yang Xiu was thinking: “What is it? ”

Yang Xiu-er shook her head awkwardly and looked down at the embroidery in her hand. Her eyes lit up: “Mengyao, why don't you help me see how to embroider this place? I can't even embroider it. ”

She had a piece of silk pad in her hand, and the pad had a light flower, and it was beautiful, but the flower lacked some spirit.

Ning Mengyao dropped what was in her hand and went to Yang Xiu-er and looked down at the pad in her hand: “This place should not be embroidered with a flat needle, crossed over. Try it. ”

“Oh, good.” She embroidered it in the way Ning Mengyao said. After some embroidery, she looked a little further and found it to be much better than she had just embroidered.

Suddenly satisfied nodded, but also because this time, as long as Yang Xiu-er had something she didn't understand, she kept calling Ning Mengyao, making her unable to do her own thing.

Ning Mengyao's eyes flashed a little irritated. When Yang Xiu-er called her again, she just looked up and said, "Do you know everything you just said? Greed doesn't chew.” I didn't care what Yang Xiu-er's expression was, so I bowed my head and continued to do what was in my hand.

Yang Xiu-er's expression was a little ugly for a moment. She felt that Ning Mengyao was too petty. She didn't even want to tell her about this little thing. It was too much. She treated her as a good friend for nothing.

Without getting what he wanted, Yang Xiu-er kept staring at Ning Mengyao. His eyes were like he was going to eat her.

“Mengyao, I just wanted to ask you to teach me how to embroider. Why are you so mean?” Yang Xiu-er stared at Ning Mengyao, whispering and muttering.