Chapter 782 She Was Really Stupid

Later, they had to ask her to find other people to come over and learn together, and there will always be learning.

No, she is here to find her little sister.

"Let's go here," a few of them can't wait. They are most curious about these things outside, and these are things they have never seen, heard, or used in their life. Curiosity and surprise.

"OK."

Xiao Dongniang came here to find them to learn together. She is now afraid that if she continues to learn, or she will not be able to learn, even his Xiaodong will laugh at her.

If she was laughed at by that kid, what would be her majesty as a mother in the future, and how would she manage that child who became more disobedient as she got older.

There is no man in this family who still fails.

It's getting bigger every day, but it's becoming more and more obedient.

Thinking of this, the light in her eyes dimmed a little, but just as she looked up, she grinned again, but she was clearly smiling, why are there a little bit of brokenness in those eyes? Light flickers.

And these broken lights are called injuries.

Even if it is a paradise, there will still be all kinds of troubles.

Everyone is like that.

No one can be an exception.

Since birth, people have not been smooth, and since birth, people have gone through difficulties and difficulties, and passed through disaster after disaster.

Xiaodongniang took a few women to her house, and she saw the girl who was teaching Xiaodong how to make rouge

Then I saw the girl drooping her eyelashes slightly, her eyelashes were lightly curled in a very delicate arc, her profile face was very round and beautiful, and her 15- or 16-year-old appearance was just about to bloom.

Her fingers gently moved on some materials, and her fingers were like falling light, which made people feel dazed. Even if the years passed, she felt no regrets in this life.

"Mother...々 Xiaodong put down the things in his hand and ran over quickly, also hugging Xiaodongniang's legs.

"Mother, I've learned it. When I pick up the petals tomorrow, I can make rouge for my mother, and she will definitely look beautiful after using it."

Little Dongniang wants to cry.

Could it be that she is so stupid?

No, it may be because he is too smart, so he can learn.

Rouge is not that easy to make. There are so many raw materials, and it cannot be messed up. There are also simple people like children who can make it, so no matter how many people come here, it is useless. They are all like her, destined to be the one who can't be done.

It turned out that not long after, when several little sisters had finished rouge in their hands, Xiao Dongniang began to despair.

She finally believed that she was really stupid.

Shen Qingci put down the rouge in her hand and leaned to the side. She was a little sleepy. The fragrance of peach blossoms all over the place really wanted to sleep here all her life and never want to wake up again. A little bit of fragrance slanted down, and it also fell to the outside world. At this time, it was still the season of falling flowers. The peach blossoms on the trees were in full bloom, and the sea of ​​flowers was also falling. These are the poets’ favorite scenery.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her peach-like lips were also slightly raised.

But she didn't realize that her body actually had a new-born feeling that was recovering amazingly day after day.

In the fields, Shen Qingci wore the peculiar costumes of the Dongling people.

She watered with them, planted the fields, pulled weeds together, and even caught worms on the vegetables. These things she had never thought about before, but one day, she would do it herself.

And she also seems to have learned well. The reason why Taoyuan is called Taoyuan is because there are no external troubles here, and the days here go by day by day, and peace is also simple.

Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, watch the changes in the world, and taste the mulberry fields of life.

It's easy to forget the passage of time here, just looking at the peach red in the mountains and plains, even those disputes have passed.

There will be pain outside, there will be pain, and there will be death.

But here it seems that those are very far away.

Shen Qingci squatted on the ground, also propped up his face, and then looked at the villagers who were farming. These were all done by powerful men. In Dongling, men did all the work, and women did light things. 's work.

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

Xiaodong ran over barefoot, also imitating Shen Qingci, put his hand on his face, and then propped up half of his face, and then more and more children followed suit. .

When Shen Qingci came back to his senses, he saw them all with smiling eyes, squatting on the ground in groups to play.

"Do you know someone who knows how to strike iron?"

Shen Qingci asked them.

And when all the children turned their heads, they looked at a little girl inside.

Then they all stretched out their hands and pointed at her.

"Her father is a blacksmith."

Shen Qingci breathed a sigh of relief, she really has a blacksmith, so that's fine, otherwise, she would have to let her strike the iron herself, even if she was determined, she was really powerless, and she couldn't strike.

When I returned to where I lived, this was an empty room in Dongling. They packed it up and gave it to her to live in. If she had dinner, she would go to Xiaodong's house to eat, and the two lived next door.

When she walked to the table, she also picked up the pot and poured water for herself. Then she picked up the pot and put it in front of her eyes. These are things from the pre-Qin era, which are extremely rare in the world. They are also top-notch antiques. Her father has a cup from the pre-Qin period. It is usually a treasure. It is only taken out when it is displayed. No one can look at it, and no one can touch it.

But now she is drinking water from a pre-Qin cup, and even she doesn't believe it very much.

She shook her head, and also got rid of these superfluous thoughts at this time, then took out a pen and paper, and drew something on it.

"Well, how to do this?"

After biting the barrel of the pen, Shen Qingci felt as if she had really encountered a big trouble, that is, she couldn't remember, and it was not until three days later that she arrived at the blacksmith's place.

In fact, there is everything in Dongling Village, and they are all passed down. Ironsmiths, charcoal burners, doctors, weaving cloth, these are all necessary things, so there can be a Taoyuan here, and there can be Dongling that continues to this day. Ling people.

She took the drawing in her hand to the blacksmith, and as soon as the blacksmith got the drawing, her hands trembled.

"I don't remember too much, that's all," Shen Qingci pressed her forehead lightly, she really tried her best, after all, she never paid attention to these things, this is something I've seen in the village before, but Several years have passed, so her memory may also be a little off. This is also what she drew according to her own memory. As for whether it can be done in the end, she actually doesn't know.