When Ye Qing was weaving, she could see clearly. It was very simple, but when she started it herself, why couldn’t weaving it?

Ye Qing took the rush from her hand, pulled out the extra one, and kept seven.

"Four left and three right, press one and two, go the left, go the right..."

“Have you learned it?”

Ye Qing slowed down the demonstration while explaining.

After a few times, Ah Xing finally learned it.

Ye Qing squatted beside him, guiding how to catch grass and how to deal with stubble.

This woman named A Xing is the mother of Qing San siblings, and in the future, she will be her own mother.

But in his heart, he could not accept it for a short time.

Except for being on the hillside, in order to get rid of the crisis, he had no official name to call me "Mum" so far.

Looking at her rough hands, vicissitudes of face and messy hair, Ye Qing was in a complicated mood.

He really couldn't imagine that as a mother of three children, her actual age was only... 24 years old!

In modern times, this age is just a young lady who has just entered society...

A Zi was crazy enough and ran in sweat.

"Mmma! This thing is so useful... By the way, Qing, what is this thing called?"

"straw hat!"

"straw hat?"

She muttered about this strange name, but soon her attention was attracted by the behavior of A Xing braiding her grass on the ground.

"Hey, how can I make up this? Teach me!"

When she turned to see A Lian, she exclaimed again: "Wow, A Lian, do you make it up too?"

Ye Qing looked at the little transparent A Lian. Sure enough, A Lian had learned it secretly. The braided grass grew a lot more than A Xing.

A Zi began to learn to braid her grass.

"Four left and three right, press one and two...Four left and three right, press one and two..."

She kept muttering the formulas like a devil. Unfortunately, she could do it in her mouth, but she couldn't do it in her hands...

A Zi's spatial imagination is still a bit poor. The time she took to learn how to braid her straw braids was several times longer than A Xing.

After learning, A Zi excitedly carried a handful of soaked rush into the house.

For a moment, except for the two-year-old girl, the whole family made straw hats in a grand manner.

Seeing the increasing number of grass braids, Ye Qing was very pleased.

What is to play to strengths and avoid weaknesses?

That's it!

Just transfer the boring, simple and repetitive work, and be patient and persevering, and do technical and pioneering work by yourself.

Later, Ye Qing simply handed over the work of sewing straw hats to A Lian, who was very quick to learn things, and he was completely liberated.

Before we knew it, the sun was west.

The fruits of labor are gratifying, and the three straw hats are topped with three straw hats.

Suddenly, A Zi shouted: "Oh, I'm going to cut pig grass!"

Then he carried a basket on his back, took a stone sickle, pulled A Lian and rushed out.

"Wait! I haven't got the stone sickle yet..." A Lian shouted weakly.

"Wait!" Ye Qing also shouted: "I'll go with you!"

He wanted to examine the resources available nearby, and it would be great to follow the two little girls who were familiar with the surrounding environment.

A Zi shouted: "You are not allowed to go!"

A Lian kept shook her head.

The two-year-old girl Alan joined in the fun and hugged Ye Qing's thighs, and kept rubbing his skirt.

Mother A Xing also said, "Don't go, take a good rest at home, you are not completely well yet."

Thinking about the long days, Ye Qing no longer insisted.
Chapter completed!