Chapter 517 - Chapter 517: Chapter 504: Wiping Tears (1/2)
Chapter 517: Chapter 504: Wiping Tears
Zhuang Qingning’s corners of her mouth, which had just started to lift in a smile, suddenly sagged again.
Just as someone had warned her, these everyday tasks were tailored to her specific circumstances, and they targeted her weakness.
Sewing was the thing she was least skilled in. Even though she had done much work under the supervision of Zhuang Ruman and Mrs. Song in this body before, she had always been bad at sewing.
Getting her to sew soles was not an easy task.
However, in order to repay her labor credits as soon as possible so that she could facilitate the exchange of what she needed in the future, she had to tackle this arduous task!
Zhuang Qingning silently psyched herself up.
It just so happened that Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Mingli had gone to Qingzhuyuan together with Chu Jinzhou today and they were not likely to return until tomorrow. This was good, in case she messed up when she first started, Zhuang Qingsui wouldn’t see it.
Sewing soles requires a large needle, hemp rope, and material for the sole.
She had the first two at home, but that last thing…
The material for soles was typically made from the worn-out, irreparable clothes of farmers, cut into sections, smeared with paste, then layered on the cloth, each layer glued on top of one another until it was about half an inch thick. The layered cloth was then dried under the sun.
Once it was dried, the cloth was cut according to the size of the foot to produce a suitable shoe sole, ready to be sewn.
Zhuang Qingning’s family didn’t have this material.
After some thought, Zhuang Qingning put on an extra coat and headed to Zhuang Yonghe’s house, intending to ask Mrs. He to borrow a shoe sole.
“Miss Ning is here.”, Mrs. He was the only one at home. On seeing Zhuang Qingning, she hurriedly invited her in and offered her a hot cup of tea. “Warm your hands.”
“In such cold weather, why have you come?”
“I wanted to come and ask aunt to borrow a shoe sole. I wanted to learn how to sew soles.”
Zhuang Qingning was speaking, she noticed some red in Mrs. He’s eyes and tear stains on her face, which made her somewhat puzzled. “Auntie, what’s the matter…”
“Did something happen?”
“Nothing, nothing, I just lit the stove, the charcoal was smoky…” Mrs. He waved her hands, not lifting her head and giving a vague explanation.
Although she said that, as Mrs. He spoke, her voice started to quiver and her tears began to fall.
Perhaps realizing that she couldn’t hold back her emotions, Mrs. He stopped trying. She just covered her face and began to cry softly.