The uneven stack of money was pinched by Father Yang's rough fingers and put into Yang Liu's palm.

Yang Liu clenched her hands tightly, and her nose felt sore.

She put her side face on her father's knees, closed her eyes gently, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"What's wrong, worried about money? Don't worry, there are two little piglets at home. Let Wu Laoliu lead one of them later. How can a person be choked to death by this little money?"

The corners of Yang Liu's mouth curved and he shook his head: "No, I'll figure out a way with the remaining money."

Father Yang lowered his voice and asked, "You're not worried about money, but are you worried that Zhiyu will have evil intentions after returning to the city and won't want you two anymore? Let me tell you, Zhiyu is not that kind of person."

"Yeah, I know!" Yang Liu chuckled, stood up and sat next to her father.

Father Yang turned his head and looked at his daughter with a serious expression: "I tell you, even if Zhiyu really has an idea, you must not be spineless. If you imitate Zhang Sanya, cry, make trouble, and hang himself, I will

I’m going to whip you.”

"Dad, I don't know how. If Zhiyu has evil intentions, I will dump him immediately and then find a man who is thousands of times better than him to be your son-in-law, okay?"

Father Yang glared at his daughter: "Zhiyu is a very good person, where can I find someone who is thousands of times better than him?"

Yang Liu couldn't help but smile: "Dad, you told me to have some backbone, but you also protected him with all your strength."

Lin Zhiyu, who was about to go out after waking up, was angered by Yang Liu's words. He only remembered that Yang Liu said that he wanted to find a man who was thousands of times better than himself.

He turned around and went back to lie down, pulling the quilt over his head and sulking.

Yang Liu talked to his father for a while and then returned to the house. Seeing Zhiyu covering his head, thinking he was still sleeping, he quietly moved the sewing machine in the house to the yard, and then moved the basket with scraps of fabric out.

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After Yang's mother got up, she came out and saw her setting up a stall in the yard. She came over and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Make a few bags. I will accompany Zhiyu to the county town tomorrow to see if I can sell them for some money."

"What can these rags be used for? They are all the scraps left over from making clothes for others." Yang's mother was very doubtful. She thought that these things could at most be used as insoles or to patch clothes.

"Mom, you'll see when I'm done." Yang Liu lowered his head and was busy, talking to his mother with a slight smile.

A few years ago, Yang's father asked Yang Liu to go to a tailor shop in the town to learn the craft. Rural people were poor and the family members could make a set of clothes for the Chinese New Year when the conditions were good. However, it took several years for Yang Liu to make one when the conditions were poor. Most of the time, Yang Liu

It was to help others patch up some patches, so she brought back a lot of rags from the tailor shop in the town.

Yang's mother went to the kitchen and poured a porcelain cup of cold boiled water for her and put it next to her. Then she called up Xiao Linbo to go work on the mountain.

The Yang family lives at the foot of the mountain, with a single family. Half of the fields are flat in front and half are on the mountains. The harvest is not good. Fortunately, the area behind the house is a mountain allocated to their family, so it is very convenient to get firewood.

Yang Liu used several pieces of light-colored cloth with similar colors to stitch them into a geometric pattern, pressed out the texture with thread, and finally sewed a few small flowers by hand, and made a branch-wrapped bracelet from the same color cloth, and a delicate little bag was completed.

Decades later, many people like to make such patchwork, but instead of using rags, the batik fabric they buy is more expensive than a bag.

Lin Zhiyu buried his head and fell asleep again. When he came out, Yang Liu had made three small bags, one large, medium and small.

And Yang Liu is making a backpack.

Lin Zhiyu stood aside and watched for a while, then asked in disbelief: "Is this made of rags?"

"Yeah, I'm great, right?" Yang Liu looked up at Lin Zhiyu and moved his sore neck and shoulders. Lin Zhiyu hurriedly walked behind her and squeezed her shoulders.

"When did you learn this?"

"Do you still need to learn this?" Yang Liu boasted boldly: "I'm so smart, I can figure it out if I think about it."
Chapter completed!