Being scolded so unabashedly by her relatives, Liu Wenying wanted to rush out of the house, but she didn't dare.

"Aunt, it's like this. I found a job and processed some headbands. I just have to bring my own sewing machine. My aunt also knows where I can have the money to buy a sewing machine, but I can't just hang around like this all the time. So I want to ask my aunt to help you.

Lend me the old sewing machine at home, and I will return it to you when I buy a new one."

At this time, cousin-in-law Su Mei walked out of the house and said with a smile: "Oh, my relatives refused to pay it back even if they said so. Someone wanted to buy this sewing machine for fifty yuan before, but my mother was reluctant to part with it, but you

She's my cousin, so mom will definitely be willing to give it up. Just give me thirty yuan and take it."

Liu Wenying looked at her aunt and said with shame and embarrassment: "Aunt, I have eaten now, where does the money come from?"

"You use it first, and then you can bring the money back after you earn it. You can't use thirty, just twenty." The aunt glanced at Su Mei with a warning in her eyes. Su Mei snorted coldly, leaning against the door frame.

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Liu Hua then said to Liu Wenying: "You and your brother should find something to do and don't live in a muddle."

As I walked to the door carrying the old sewing machine, I heard my cousin sister-in-law complain angrily: "Mom, you are so soft-hearted. Even if you are rich, you won't appreciate it."

Soft-hearted? Appreciative? Liu Wenying just thinks it's funny. Forget it, people are poor and have short ambitions, so they have to bear any anger.

The two families were not far apart, and it was only half past three when I was sweating profusely and moved the sewing machine into my room.

Liu Wenying began to practice thread routing. She was actually not familiar with sewing machines, but she only knew the general method of using them.

After practicing at night, the eldest brother came in with a bowl of rice for her. Seeing that her hands were shaking, he didn't say anything, sighed and went out.

Liu Wenying finished her meal hastily, lit a kerosene lamp and continued practicing, and did not fall asleep until the middle of the night.

When it got light the next day, Liu Wenying got up, washed her face with cold water, and practiced threading for more than an hour before going out with her sewing machine.

As soon as they walked into the alley, the elder brother followed and took the sewing machine, and the brother and sister went to Yangliu's house in silence.

Yang Liu got up early and brushed his teeth and washed his face. After washing, he saw the water boiling when he came back. He took out the hard-boiled eggs and put the soaked sweet potato vermicelli in it to cook.

Zhong Fangjing, who was next door, opened the door to wash up. She happened to see Yangliu pick up vermicelli and put it into a big bowl. The scent of lard was still floating in the air, so she couldn't help but smell it.

She is twenty-three years old. She and Lin Zhiyu joined the school as teachers together. She is beautiful, tall and somewhat arrogant.

Lin Zhiyu came back with the porcelain basin, smiled politely at Zhong Fangjing, and then stood aside waiting for her to pass. Zhong Fangjing rolled his eyes with disdain and walked away with his head held high.

Yang Liu stood behind and looked amused. Lin Zhiyu was puzzled: "I didn't offend her, did I?"

"She must be able to live in a single dormitory by herself. She must have some background. Some people are like this. They feel too good about themselves and ignore her. We will just pretend not to see her next time."

After dinner, Yang Liu took out a white shirt and black trousers for him to put on. The clothes fit him very well. Lin Zhiyu had an elegant temperament, and this outfit made him look even more upright and handsome.

"So handsome!" Yang Liu leaned forward and kissed Lin Zhiyu. Lin Zhiyu felt that Yang Liu had become much gentler, and couldn't help but linger for a few minutes before going out.

Putting the sewing machine at the door of Yang Liu's house, Liu Wenzheng frowned, obviously not optimistic about his sister, but he was accustomed to silence, so he patted his sister on the shoulder and left.
Chapter completed!