After a while, the dumplings in the pot are cooked, and the fragrance wafts far away. Smelling the fragrance of the room, Mei Xiaolan said to her daughter with a smile, "seven flowers, this dumpling is really good.

But a little bit of noodles, that's all. It's a pity that you don't let me mix grain and flour in it, or I can pack more. "

"Niang..." Mei Qiduo is in the face of Mei Xiaolan.

"This dumpling can't be mixed with grains, or the noodles won't be strong enough to make it.

When the time comes, put it in the pot and it's blooming. Can we eat noodle soup? "

"Oh, there are so many other sayings?" Mei Xiaolan wiped the flour from her hands and said, "after that, my mother will remember."

Mei Qiduo looked at her mother, but she was a little sad. She just changed the topic: "mother, the dumplings are ripe.

Take it out quickly, or it will stick together later. "

Just then, Mei Qiduo heard someone shouting outside the door, "Yo, is this food? So fragrant, it can be seen that with a backbone, you can even eat well. "

It was the neighbor's third aunt who spoke. When Mei Qiduo came out from the kitchen with dumplings, she just saw the man stretching his neck and trying to look at her bowl.

"It's the third aunt." Mei Qiduo was a little upset.

But I still have to smile on my face.

From now on, Mei Qiduo didn't dare to underestimate the neighborhood relationship.

Living in modern times, it's not bad that residents on the same floor can get familiar with each other in a year. If they can say hello again, it's already a model for the neighborhood.

But in this ancient small village, if you want to calculate neighborhood relations in this way, just wait for others to scold you.

Like the village women blocking her door in the morning, if there were neighbors to help say two words.

At least the number of those people is less than half. It is estimated that Mei Xiaolan can cope with the rest.

So now the third aunt of the neighbor asked about the dumplings in her hand. Mei Qiduo not only didn't hide.

He also said with a smile to his third aunt, "third aunt, when I went to sell mountain goods in the town, I learned to do it when I saw someone doing it in the town.

It's very simple. Only a small amount of white flour can make so many. Third aunt, do you want to learn to wrap it for your family?

It'll be easy to learn from my mother. "

The third aunt of the neighbor grinned: "Oh, my daughter. This is white noodles.

You go to the village and see which one doesn't have a meal for the Chinese New Year. Your three aunts can't afford to eat... "

Mei Qiduo immediately suffered, "who said no, my cousin is also injured. I have to keep it these days.

Otherwise, my family can't afford it. There's no way... "

At this time, the neighbor's third aunt's face looked better. She said, it's not new year's day. What does the Mei family do to eat so well.

But Mei Qiduo, her cousin, is really rich. It depends on how much rice and white noodles you eat?

It seems that her relatives also have several girls of the right age. Would you like to introduce them to stone?

It's not right. I'd better wait for the stone. Who knows if Mei Qiduo's cousin can work in the future?

If you can't, don't you have to spend money all the time? That's a bottomless pit.

Thinking of this, the neighbor's third aunt turned her eyes to the seven flowers still in the yard and said, "you're going to serve them to your cousin. After a while, they'll be cold. I'll go back to cook."

After that, no matter how Mei Qiduo, he turned around and went down from the gap beside the wall.

Mei Qiduo looks at the other party's back and disappears. She is in a daze at the cracked and collapsing wall. It seems that she will repair it one day.

Otherwise, it's annoying to always let the third aunt look through here.

Mei Xiaolan, Mei Qiduo's mother, was also carrying a pot of dumplings. She was walking out and saw seven flowers in a daze in the yard.

Can't help laughing: "seven, why don't you send the stone to the house? Do you want my mother to deliver it for you? "

In fact, Mei Xiaolan certainly heard her neighbor's third aunt ask about her family's food. After all, her yard is not big.

But when there was no sound in the courtyard, her daughter still stood there, which made her wonder. Is she still embarrassed?

Or do you want to go back? This can't, so many people look at, if the girl doesn't follow the stone, then who can marry?

Mei Xiaolan couldn't ask her daughter directly, so she had to make the appearance of bringing out dumplings and try to tease Mei Qiduo.

"Mother, I won't tell you. I'll go first With that, Mei Qiduo turns around and enters the room where the stone stays.

Mei Xiaolan really put her heart into her stomach. As soon as the dumpling bowl turned, she went into the kitchen again.

She would have eaten in this kitchen, if not for her daughter

At this time, stone looked at Mei Qiduo in surprise, "why did you bring me the house? Don't you always eat in the main room? "

Say words, the stone has very color very much from plum seven flower hand scalding container to take in the past.

He turned his left hand to his right and quickly put the sea bowl on the Kang Table.

Mei Qiduo looked at the stone's action and said with a smile: "stupid, can't you hold the bottom of the bowl?

They're all like you. How can others carry the bowl? "

While staring at Mei Qiduo, the Stone said, "I'm not afraid. I'm thick skinned. It's not hot! "

Poof! Mei Qiduo is really laughing. The stone looks silly, but even so, it's handsome.

Mei Qiduo stood on the ground, thinking.

"Seven, seven, you sit down and eat together? I can't eat this alone. "

By this time, the stone was sitting on the Kang Table.

Meiqiduo blinked. She didn't want to tell Shitou that she was in a daze in front of him.

She consciously quite natural to sit on the other side, but did not know that the stone has been looking at her.

"Eat, what are you doing with your eyes?" Mei Qiduo took a dumpling from the sea bowl and put it into the stone snack plate.

The stone silently clip up, careful bit, very delicious. He felt that the dumplings in his mouth were not only hot, but also warm in his heart when he swallowed them.

It's a very difficult feeling to describe. Anyway, stone just feels very happy.

"Well, it's delicious. Seven flowers. You can eat them, too." Then the stone took one from the big bowl and put it into her food dish.

Mei Qiduo's face turned red. She lowered her head and gave me dumplings. It's not very interesting.

Ah Wu, Mei Qiduo suddenly swallowed a whole dumpling. Her cheeks are bulging. Now she is not embarrassed at all.

On this day, meiqiduo only felt that it passed quickly. When she woke up the next day, she went to block uncle Fu early. She had silver in her hand, but she had a lot of things to buy.

Since winter is coming, heating is the most important thing, and the wadding in the quilt at home has been clotting for a long time.

It's all old cotton that hasn't been changed for more than ten years. Stone's wound is not good now. Mei Qiduo dares to use him for anti Baoyong.

Had to go in person, but her body is not strong, can only borrow uncle Fu's car. Otherwise, several quilts, regardless of the weight, even the light volume, she can't carry back.

This time, I delayed the last time. Anyway, uncle Fu was driving an ox cart and asked her at all.

When she arrived in Qincheng, with Uncle Fu paying the city tax, Mei Qiduo separated from Uncle Fu and went to find a cloth shop to sell cotton. Last time, she seemed to see that he had cotton in his house.

As soon as she entered the store, Mei Qiduo said to the last guy with a smile, "store owner, I'm here again. This time, I'll buy some cotton and make some quilts."

Xiao Er, who was busy living, couldn't help laughing when he saw Mei Qiduo. He knew the man and dressed like a beggar last time.

I bought three pieces of cloth from his family.

Although it's not a big deal, he was impressed by his ability to fight with the mayor's daughter and make her popular.

"Oh, little girl, you are rich, but how much cotton do you want? What kind of quilt do you want?

As a matter of fact, there is a company not far away from our house that specializes in making quilts for people. If you buy everything in our house, I'll introduce it to you and charge you half of the manual fee less. "

Mei Qiduo was shocked by the enthusiasm of the man. She only thought that the man saw that she was well dressed and had a good service attitude.

"No, I don't have anything to do at home. I do it at home. If you have any needles and thread here, give me some. It happens that the needles and thread at home are not enough for quilts. "

"Well, first of all, how many quilts do you want to make? Is it thinner or thicker? "

Well, Mei Qiduo was silly for a moment. What did she want to make a quilt in modern times?

They all went to the mall, or they were distributed above. There's no need for her to buy it.

To tell you the truth, Mei Qiduo really didn't know this kind of thing. As early as I knew, she asked her mother Mei Xiaolan in advance. Even if Uncle Fu was there, she could give her an idea. But Mei Qiduo blinked, and she would not lose.

"Let's have three beds of bedding. Let's make it thicker. It's all single. The quilt cover is made of ordinary linen and the quilt lining is made of fine cotton.

The mattress is also prepared. The cotton is too big for me to move alone. Can you deliver it to the car for me? "

After listening to Mei Qiduo's words, the boy said, "no problem. One quilt weighs eight Jin, and three beds plus mattress weighs thirty Jin.

Three pieces of fine linen are enough, and two pieces of fine cotton are added to ensure enough. Three beds of bedding are not enough.

As for the needlework you mentioned, this shop will give you a free gift. Next time you buy something, just come to our shop. "

Mei Qiduo listened to Xiao Er tell her in detail. There is only one word in her mind, 30 jin of cotton, 30 jin of cotton. That thing is that she no longer knows how big it is.

After going back, uncle Fu won't kill people

After Mei Qiduo had paid two liang silver, she went to Uncle Fu's ox cart.

She looked at the hardworking old cow for a long time and then said to Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, my stone cousin asked me to come here to buy some cotton, but it's a little too much. Do you think this car can hold it? "