novelraw Chapter 151 Making Clothes
Chapter 151 Making Clothes
Chapter 151 Making Clothes
Early the next morning, at six o'clock, Song Shangshang got up to make breakfast. I wonder if it was her illusion that the weather outside today was a little bit colder than yesterday.
Is it because of the snow?
From winter to spring, the next rain will be warmer, and from autumn to winter, the next rain will be colder, and finally it will snow directly.
Song Changshang rubbed his arms. The weather in autumn was very cold in the morning and evening, but it was even cooler when it snowed yesterday.
She took out a thick coat from the space and put it on her body, and then took out the thick clothes of the other three people in the family and put them in the room.
When the weather is cold, you can wear more clothes, so you can't catch a cold.
Song Shangshang's breakfast was very simple, white porridge, warmed buns brought back from Fusang City, and a few boiled eggs.
In the past few days, when she doesn't want to cook, she just eats the buns or steamed buns she brought back.
Or simply braised rice and fried meat.
In fact, she really wants to eat soy milk fritters for breakfast at the moment. The fritters can be put aside first, but she especially wants to drink soy milk.
No one knows how much she loves to drink soy milk. It doesn't matter if she can drink soy milk all day without drinking water.
But I can’t drink it now, and it seems that drinking soy milk was not popular in the Zhou Dynasty. Basically, it was not available, and people didn’t sell it.
There are a lot of tofu.
But if you think about it, you can understand why. Soy milk does not taste good without sugar, but ancient white sugar is very precious.
It is not cost-effective for vendors to sell soy milk. It is better to sell tofu to make money, so people don't sell it.
When her new house is completed, she must buy a stone mill and grind it herself.
Drink it for a few days.
"Miss."
The little brother Song Huaizhi woke up, came out of the wooden house and ran to her side, Song Changshang glanced at her and said, "It's a bit cold outside, you go back to the house first."
"Ok."
Song Huaizhi rattled and ran in again.
While eating breakfast, Song Changshang looked at himself and then at the clothes on his mother, siblings and frowned slightly. The clothes on them didn't actually fit.
Sometimes the clothes passed down by her mother are fat or thin, while the clothes worn by her younger brothers and sisters are as big as sacks.
The clothes on her body, too, didn't fit very well.
At the beginning, she bought a lot of clothes for her future life in exile. Anyway, she bought all the clothes for adults and children.
At that time, I didn't think about whether the clothes would fit or not, I just thought that it would be fine if I had clothes to wear in the future so as not to freeze to death.
Now that they are pardoned, that doesn't exist anymore.
So what was before is what it is now.
Let's not talk about it as adults, they have to remake a few sets of clothes that fit the younger brothers and sisters.
Otherwise, you can step on your trousers when you walk, which is very inconvenient.
Just buy cloth and make it by yourself, yes she can make clothes, she is a little thankful at the moment that she is a basically all-round food blogger.
Otherwise, if you learn other skills, it is estimated that they will not be useful.
But the clothes are not made now, but it is not too late to make them after they move to a new house. I don't know if the system mall sells fur, sheepskin, etc. If she has them, she will buy them and make sheepskin boots.
So warm in winter.
At this moment, in the wooden house at the east end of the village, Song Fu's family was eating breakfast. Song Fu finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, "Daughter-in-law, you can give Changshang some money later, and ask her to help us buy some thick clothes and thick quilts and come back."
The temperature has dropped today, and it's cold outside. The adults can bear it, but he is afraid that his daughter will catch a cold.
Buy it sooner or later, even now.
"Okay." Mrs. He responded and asked again, "Master, is this wooden house like this? Don't you want to fix it?"
Song Fu pondered for a while, "That's it. I'll get some more wood to reinforce it. You and the child can eat slowly. I'm going into the mountain."
He knew what his wife meant, but they didn't have the time or the money.
Those who rebuilt the wooden house gave money to the carpenter, or helped others.
He had nothing, no money, no help to others.
(End of this chapter)