Chapter 60 Homemade Home Wear

Qi Bosong frowned, and Zhen Xing turned her head aside. Qi Boxong sat over and sighed gently.

"If you have something in mind, it's easy to get drunk. I said, why are you a little abnormal today? Don't think so much. There are a lot of things that you and I can't control!" Qi Bosong said.

Zhenxing's tears were still flowing. Qi Boxong brought her a quilt from her room, raised Zhenxing's head again, and stuffed the pillow into her head. After covering the bedding, Qi Boxong looked at Zhen Xing, slowly pushed it out, and gently closed the door.

The moon is brighter, and most people in the world have fallen asleep. Qi Bosong sat on the steps and looked at the moon without saying a word.

The moon is so beautiful that there is no clean impurities. What will happen on the moon? Really, there is a woman named Chang'e living there? She is imprisoned in the moon palace, and she will miss this descendant, right?

Li Yishan always said that Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, blue sea, blue sky and night heart. Is it really so lonely to live in the Moon Palace?

Maybe Li Yishan is right. What's the use of not being able to be with your beloved? However, it's just empty and lonely.

Qi Boxong's hand supported his head. The little tiger got out of nowhere and obediently lay down beside him. Qi Boxong reached out and grabbed the little tiger's head.

What would happen to me if Zhen Xing left? Did you say to her, go back to the palace to be a second-class bodyguard, or wandering around the world and living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes? Or stay here and be a small businessman?

If Zhen Xing doesn't leave, will she stay with her for the rest of her life?

"Little tiger, what do you think?" Qi Bosong asked.

Xiaohu shouted charmingly, as if answering, as if he had yawned.

In the early morning of the next day, when Zhenxing woke up from her dream, she had already passed the time. Zhen Xing looked at herself and actually slept on the sofa without a cushion. The hard wood of the sofa made Zhen Xing feel pain all over. She sat up with difficulty, and her neck seemed to be broken.

Zhen Xing took the mattress to ** again. After folding, she changed her clothes and opened the door.

It seems that Qi Bosong is no longer there. There was a panic in Zhenxing's heart. Did he really leave? Last night, did he really listen to what he boldly said under the influence of alcohol?

Just go. She can't keep the person who wants to leave.

Although she comforted herself like this in her heart, Zhenxing did not feel more comfortable because of this. On the contrary, she is even more sad. If he leaves, what will she do?

When the little tiger saw the door of the master bedroom open, he twisted his little buttocks and got in. Zhen Xing came to the yard. Da Hei lay in the tree pit and looked up at Zhen Xing, and then lay down quietly.

If he leaves, he really doesn't like himself. I'm looking for freedom. What's the reason to keep him? Zhen Xing said to herself psychologically.

The door of the kitchen is open, and Zhen Xing frowns. Xiao Hu will not attack the kitchen, will he? Have you started to take a mouse into the kitchen?

Zhen Xing walked into the kitchen and saw a note pressed with her head on the stove.

Zhenxing picked up the note and said directly: There is rice in the pot, I'll go to the store.

Zhen Xing opened the lid of the pot. Sure enough, there were hot meals in it. Zhen Xing was so happy that Qi Boxong didn't leave. It's good that I didn't leave, Zhen Xing laughed.

Since I'm late for work, I won't go today. Thinking about it, she walked into Qi Boxong's room and found Qi Boxong's dirty clothes. I took out my dirty clothes again. Today, let's do housework.

carry a bucket and go to the well to draw water. Zhen Xing has a special good impression on this well. In the past, such a well could only be seen on TV. Moreover, the effort to fw water has always been Qi Bosong's business. Today, she fw water for the first time, and Qi Bosong didn't leave, not to mention how happy she was.

The bucket was thrown into the well with a rope, and Zhen Xing looked curiously at the principle of this thing. Chinese people are still smart enough to invent such interesting things.

Zhen Xing shook the reel with difficulty, and she didn't know how heavy the bucket of water was. After shaking it, Zhen Xing felt that she was unable to do it. He gritted his teeth and finally lifted the water up. Only then did he find that it was only half a bucket of water.

Let's just use the water in the tank.

Zhen Xing washed the clothes and hung the wet clothes in the yard. Dahei's breakfast is also ready. Xiaohu has always been eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, but he doesn't go to eat his own breakfast first. He must steal something from Dahei's bowl to complete the task of the day.

When the house was also cleaned up, Zhen Xing felt more and more bored. He looked down at his shoes and suddenly had an idea.

Zhen Xing hurried to Qi Bosong's room, took out a worn-oned dress from his wardrobe, and found her own piece of cloth. Zhenxing thought for a moment and took out another jacket worn last year. These three clothes have become raw materials.

Remove all the parts of Zhenxing's clothes, and then go to the kitchen to cook a pot of batter and use it as paste. A layer of clothes is sticky.

In a while, the clothes became a huge cloth board. Zhenxing took it to the yard and waited for it to dry and could be used.

Zhen Xing had a bad smile on her face, as if she was planning something.

Back to the house, Zhen Xing found another roll of red cloth. This is what she and Qi Bosong spent a hundred when they went to the market. At first, Zhenxing loved its rusticity, but after buying it, she found that there was no way to wear it on her body.

This time, it has the value of utilization.

Zhenxing first found her own dress and pasted it on the flower cloth. She didn't know where she took out a piece of white ash and drew a print along the line of the clothes.

Zhen Xing felt that since she wanted to make home clothes, she would always be looser than the current clothes, so on this basis, she gained another two inches.

The shape of the clothes has just been painted, and Zhenxing feels that the clothes of this era are not tights. If you only wear the middle clothes and put on home clothes, you won't be the same size like a bear?

Thinking of this, Zhen Xing hurriedly wiped off the traces on it with water. The unlucky cloth faded again and lost the red color of Zhen Xing's hand.

Soon, Zhen Xing used scissors and carefully stretched the line to cut out a dress. According to this piece, she drew the shape of a dress on the cloth. She thought, isn't the two pieces sewn together just a dress?

After the two pieces of clothes were cut, Zhen Xing turned the inside and carefully sewed all the interfaces on the body. It was a waste of more than an hour, leaving only the shoulder and the bottom without a seam. Zhen Xing touched the painful neck and was embarrassed.

She hasn't opened the neckline yet. She is thinking about whether to go down with a pair of scissors or ask the tailor to help cut two knives? Zhen Xing took the ruler and measured the size carefully. He hesitated for a long time and did not dare to take down the scissors.

Just put it on the other side. She was busy helping Qi Boxong make the same dress. Usually, there is no home wear, so you can only wear a coat until you go to bed.

Why didn't she think of making home clothes before? Zhen Xing was secretly happy in her heart.

At ten minutes at noon, Qi Boxong saw that Zhenxing had not yet come to the store, so he ordered Xiao Fuzi to look at the store and hurried back home.

I saw a cloth board hanging on the steps of my room, and then I saw that Zhenxing's door was open. The little tiger went in and out. At a glance, I knew that no one paid attention to it.

"Zhen Xing, what are you busy with? Why don't you go to the store?" Qi Bosong said.

When Zhen Xing heard Qi Boxong come in, she quickly hid the things in her hand. He came out in a panic.

"I drank too much last night. I have a headache this morning. I won't go to the store today!" Zhen Xing said coquettishly.

Qi Boxong stretched out his hand nervously and put it on Zhenxing's forehead. Seeing that it was not hot, I was relieved.

"I see. Have you had your breakfast yet?" Qi Bosong asked.

Only then did Zhenxing remember that she hadn't had breakfast yet. She was so busy that she forgot to have breakfast.

"I just ate moon cakes. By the way, why did you suddenly come back? Are there no guests in the store?" Zhen Xing asked.

"Yes, not much. I came back to see you. I thought you were sick. How cold was it to sleep on the sofa last night? It's getting cold. It can't be compared with summer!" Qi Bosong said earnestly.

Zhen Xing nodded with a smile. Qi Bosong saw that Zhen Xing was not sick, so he returned to the store at ease. Before leaving, she didn't forget to tell her to have lunch.

Seeing that Qi Bosong had left, Zhen Xing went back to the house and developed her new tricks. In the afternoon, Zhen Xing finally sewed all the gaps that should be put together. Although the stitches were so thick that it was outrageous, she finally had a prototype.

Zhen Xing went out with two clothes in her arms and came to a tailor's shop that she often visited.

"Grandma the Qi family, what do you want to do today?" The tailor came up and asked with a smile.

Zhen Xing said with a smile, "I'm not here to make clothes today. I have something to do to trouble you!" With that, Zhen Xing handed over the two clothes.

"Please help me open a collar, and I want a collar to the end." Zhen Xing said.

As the tailor agreed, he opened Zhen Xing's clothes. If you don't look at it, the tailor almost laughed. This is not a dress. It's simply a sack. Look at the stitches. The girl who has just learned to be a red girl is also better than this.

"How are you going to open it?" The tailor asked curiously.

Zhen Xing knew that her kung fu was not good, and she also ran to Lu Ban to sell axes and Confucius to sell three-character scriptures. But he didn't blush or beat his heart. He pretended to be calm and said, "I just drew a line on it, and that's it."

Zhen Xing pointed to the line she drew and said. The tailor nodded. After a while, he said, "If you want, put it here. After I opened the collar for you, I sewed a collar, so that the clothes are more durable. Two clothes, can you be counted as ten big people?