C30 (1/2)

Nie Mo sniffed it and the faint smell of bamboo leaves appeared. He stuffed it into his pocket and started jumping around him.

”Take out the new one and trade it for your piece!” Remember, I want you to do it. ”Don't think about letting others do it for you.”

”Give it back to me first, I'll give you a new one in two days.”

She was sweating profusely. That kernels was used to wipe the sweat off her body.

The kernels in ancient times was different from the modern world.

Modern people could not do without toilet paper, and ancient people could not do without kernels.

Why, the more he wanted it, the more Nie Mo refused to give it to him.

The moment she thought of how Nie Mo had taken away the kernels that was trying to wipe off all the sweat on her body, including the sensitive parts here and there, she felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

There was no other way, he could only let go of the work at hand and help Nie Mo sew kernels s.

The pieces of clothing in front of her were all given to her by the madame's pomegranate and rose. Why did she pick out a piece of Pine River Cotton that seemed to be of decent size? She sewed it seriously, washed it until it was white and soft, and gave it to Nie Mo.

Nie Mo took it, ”Why is there not a single flower?”

”You are a man who can support both heaven and earth. Isn't it a joke to embroider flowers on kernels?”

Nie Mo was not angry, and nodded: ”Oh, I understand, embroidery is a joke, then your embroidery on the kernels will not make people laugh, right?”

Why was he snorting?

However, Nie Mo was overjoyed, ”Tomorrow is the Day of Begging. With your cooking skills, I think you should just hide in your room! ”I don't want to embarrass myself by going out.”

How could he have immediately turned around and glared at Nie Mo? He didn't expect that Nie Mo's eyes contained a faint smile, and didn't avoid his stare in the slightest.

However, he was gradually losing, he could only extend his hand, trying his best to put on a fierce look, ”Give the kernels back to me.”

”I was wrong just now. Your skills are getting more and more skilled, and you only used a day's worth of effort to make a piece of kernels. Why don't you just make another piece for yourself? I can use two kernels s here to exchange for one. ”

In the end, he did not return the kernels back to her.

Begging festival was a very lively festival in ancient times, and it was definitely not just because of the cow weaver.

This was the first time he had been to a day of begging, and he was no different from a country bumpkin.

Fortunately, she now had two teammates, so her knowledge was not as good as hers, and no one in the litchi garden laughed at her.

The ancients worshipped the stars much more passionately than the modern era when they saw meteors. They believed that the north, south, east, and west each had seven stars representing their position, or twenty-eight constellations.

The Big Dipper is the brightest star in the world, and its first star is known as the Stalwart Star, so for scholars, the Seventh-Day Festival is their ”Stalwart Star Festival” or ”Book Sunning Festival.”

In other words, it wasn't just the girls who wanted to celebrate. All the men who could read were also extremely interested in this holiday.

On the seventh day of the month, the weather was extremely good, there were no clouds in the sky, so why was it that before they left, Nie Mo had already given the order, ”Help me dry my books today.”

Why did the two servants, Hong Ye and Qing Pu, carry out a few pieces of wooden boards and cover the wooden board with a layer of coarse cloth? Then, they brought out the tables in their rooms and moved the books out.

The books that were not opened were still better, there were a few that Nie Mo found difficult, he cared about the books the most, and if he were to mess with them, it would not be good.

He then called out to Qing Yang, ”Go ahead and ask Nie Hu for a piece of white paper.”

Qing Yang brought over a white piece of paper and carefully split it into many smaller pieces. Each piece was placed where Nie Mo had seen it, so that there was no need to write anymore.

The books were slowly tidying up in the afternoon.

Nie Mo was a little worried and came back to read specially. Seeing that the books were still as they were before, he could not help but be astonished, ”You can read?”

Disdain! She knew the characters better than he did! Humph!

During the cold war, he did not speak to this man.

”Normally, when I see you, I don't like to read books. I didn't expect that.” Nie Mo laughed.

The books here were not only written from left to right, but also from top to bottom. After flipping through them, she decided to practice until she had a red face before drawing on anything else. After all, making underwear was much more important than reciting poems!

Nie Mo was usually a cold talker as well. No matter how he met her, he would gradually become talkative. The more she frowns at him, the more he wanted to speak.

”At night, I called Nie Jiang over. You get the Kitchen to cook more, then send the Xu mama home.

Seeing Han Shanyue nod his head, he couldn't help but pinch her earlobe and complain, ”Why are you so generous? I can't even be bothered to compensate you.”

Ye Zichen rubbed his earlobes with a frown. The principle question was, why aren't you chatting with him?

But at night, when Nie Jiang came over first, he could not keep a straight face.