Chapter 15 Upper

Erlang hasn't gone to private school because he is poor or something? He is 12 years old. He should have been sent to a private school.

"Milk, my brother has also learned a lot of words. Should I send him to Mr. Chen? Molan asked tentatively. Mr. Chen is a scholar in their village private school.

"Ouch." Wang sighed.

"Milk, I heard Erya say before that her brother's bundle in a year is 5 taels of silver plus 3 catties of meat and 5 catties of eggs. Can we also let my brother study in the province? The second girl is the second girl of Liu Dacheng's family in their village. I am 10 years old. In the memory of the original owner, I heard Erya show off her brother's good study to her peers. I also casually said how much the next year will be.

"I don't want Erlang to go to school. We are poor. Even if we don't eat or drink, we should let our children go to private school. But Dalang doesn't want to go. I think it's constrained." Wang was also helpless to mention this.

"Dalang doesn't let my brother go if he is constrained? What's the reason!" Molan is indatiable.

"I also said about studying before. You originally wanted Dalang and Erlang to study together. Dalang went there for three days first and couldn't stand discipline. I can't go. For this reason, the second aunt and sister-in-law make trouble every day. If you want to study, you can study together, or you don't. Why don't you go one by one? Since Dalang doesn't want to go, Erlang can't go either. If you don't insist that Erlang go to a private school, then your milk will cost more than two rooms and five taels of silver a year. Otherwise, they will not let their families live in peace. In this way, Erlang didn't go to the private school. Mr. Liu made a clear understanding of the reason.

Molan is speechless, who is he? If your children don't want to go to school, won't they let others go? There is such a reason in the world. With 5 taels of silver and about 4 taels of silver, this family really can't get it. She looked at her helpless look of Grandma and Liu. He sighed secretly.

No hurry, Molan said to herself. Anyway, Erlang can learn to read from his uncle now, and he won't be able to keep up when he has a foundation in the private school. You must make money by yourself. Be sure to let Erlang and Xiao Saner study.

Molan was no longer entangled in the private school. Looking at the veil embroidered by her aunt, her eyes lit up. It was really delicate. This skill is not comparable to the cross-stitch in time and space. Molan looked at the brightly colored materials in the basket and touched them with her hand. It was silk. It should take a lot of effort to embroider this. Look at the fineness of Liu's stitch embroidery. Is this for sale with embroidery?

"Uncle, how much can this handkerchief be sold for?" Molan asked Liu.

"I'm taking this job from Buzhuang. They take out the material and match the silk thread by themselves. They can earn 10 yuan. Due to the fine requirements, I can also issue up to three pieces in a month. Liu replied.

It's only 30 yuan a month, and it takes so much effort and eyes. It's really not cost-effective. However, Liu is still willing to do it like that. Because 30 essays are also a subsidy for the family. If you don't do it, don't say 30 words. She needs 3 documents and she can get it from there!

"What about these rags, there is only a little bit left. Is it still useful?" Molan pointed to the broken steps in the basket, all kinds of steps. Some have a corner left. There is a small strip left. It should be all the leftovers of Liu's previous work.

"These are all good materials, and I can't bear to throw them away. I'm going to wait for Mei's skill to practice when she has a better time." Liu explained to Molan with a smile.

"I think you all do needle and thread, and my hands are itchy. Auntie, can I play with them?" Molan asked Liu. Although it is a rag, you have to ask the owner's consent.

"Of course, you still need to ask me about this. You can play whatever you want. Liu was just like Molan.

Molan got permission, picked out all the rags and put them on the kang in front of her. What can these do? Molan thought about it.

Next to her, Xiao Saner looked at the colorful cloths in front of her sister, and her eyes flashed. Molan, who inadvertently looked up at the cute appearance of the little guy, couldn't help laughing.

"San'er, does it look good?" Molan asked him with a smile.

"Good-looking". He looked up and smiled shyly at Molan. Then he looked at Molan and said, "When the third child grows up and makes money, I will also buy good-looking cloth for my sister, as well as my mother, milk and aunt."

Molan's heart is very soft, a 5-year-old little guy. You can think of making money to repay those who are good to him in the future. It's not easy.

Both Wang and Liu looked at Xiao Saner softly, especially Liu. Because she had no children, she loved Molan and others as her own children.

Molan pulled the mistress to the front and played with the rags with the little guy. Make a ass? No, it's too ordinary. No one wants it, right? Is it made into a handkerchief? It's not very good-looking. No way. Make clothes? Not to mention. Don't say that it's not enough, even if it's enough to make it, it won't look good.

Molan couldn't think of what these rags could do for a moment, but unconsciously fiddling with them. Suddenly, she looked up at Wang's sole. Yes, this can be made into uppers. These materials are all silk. Although it's not much. But the upper does not need much fabric. Stitch them together, as long as they are too perfect, then you can make a beautiful upper. When there are too many corners, then make a cushion. The mat can be made into a variety of colors, as long as it is well connected. It must be beautiful.

In addition, there are sacomes. In that era, all kinds of sabes were so beautiful that they could be made here. But let's wait for the sabutes to be made next time. There are still two months before the Dragon Boat Festival. There is still time to do it in the future.

Molan was determined to pay attention and began to think about how to make the upper beautiful. She looked at Wang's and Liu's shoes, which were ordinary cloth shoes, because both of them were entangled. So the shoes are not big. There is no embroidery on the upper, probably for fear of wasting silk thread.

In ancient times, everyone's boudoirs wore embroidered shoes. It should be embroidered with all kinds of flowers, so what should I do? Make the shoe tie first, and then use the stitching technique. Cut these red, pink, purple and yellow silks directly into flower patterns, and green and blue as the background color. When the time comes, the matching silk thread will collapse on all kinds of flowers. It should also be beautiful.

Thinking about it, she seemed to have accidentally dropped a piece of cloth on Xiao San'er's feet. Then he said with a smile, "It's so beautiful. Xiao San'er wears embroidered shoes."

"I don't wear embroidered shoes. That's only for women. Xiao San'er is a man."

Molan looked at the little guy's blushing cheeks. It was so funny. How old is he? He is just a man. I also know that women wear embroidered shoes, which is really...

"Hehe, it's a pity that there is too little cloth, or you can make uppers for Mei and Lan maids." Liu said with a smile.

"No, isn't it enough to put them together?" Molan frowned and asked.

"Fli? How to spell it? It's too miscellaneous. It doesn't look good to spell it out. Liu looked at the pile of rags in front of Molan and frowned.

"Oh." Molan said a oh.

Randomly, she seemed to think of something. She clapped her hands and said, "Can you cut these beautiful colors directly into flowers and press them to look good?"

"press? How to press it?" Liu didn't seem to understand what she meant.

Molan is speechless, auntie, I can't say it too clearly. Otherwise, you won't doubt me. It's just how to make them understand.

"Take it to me and have a look." Wang, who was making soles next to him, suddenly made a sound.

Molan carried the rag in front of Grandma Wang. Wang looked over the pile of rags. He frowned and thought.