Fang Jing can do carpentry, but he mainly makes furniture and farm equipment. He has never touched small objects such as hairpins, so Fang Zheng only asked Fang Jing how to use various tools. After that, he spent the next seven or eight days sitting by himself.

Thinking about it.

Fang Zheng was good at reading and practicing calligraphy, but carving was a bit more difficult. In the past few days, he would break several pieces of wood almost every night, and things got better on the fourth day.

Fortunately, Fang Zheng chose peach wood branches, which were easy to find.

It was barely formed on the sixth day.

"I like it." Feng Qing took the hairpin and looked at it from left to right in his hand. The hairpin was indeed a bit rough. The carving on it was a plum blossom, and the shape of the flower was a little stiff. But Feng Qing just felt that this hairpin couldn't be better.

Seeing that there was no reluctance on his wife's face, Fang Zheng raised the corners of his mouth, pinched Feng Qing's ear, "My wife likes to go to the toilet."

Fang Zheng had already sketched out another pattern in his mind. He had asked Fang Jing to buy him a set of carving tools and planned to take them with him when he returned to the county town.

"Master, put the hairpin on for me." After playing with it for a while, Feng Qing reluctantly handed the hairpin to Fang Zheng and asked him to put it on again.

"Okay." Feng Qing's actions pleased Fang Zheng. He was in a good mood, and his eyes looking at Feng Qing became more and more profound.

Feng Qing held the hairpin to make sure that others could see it at a glance. She stood up, took Fang Zheng's hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. sir, let's go out."

"Madam, it's getting late." Fang Zheng stood still.

The lady seemed to have forgotten her shyness.

"It's still early, let's go for a walk and then come back." Feng Qing tried hard to pull the person out.

Reluctant to bear Feng Qing's effort, Fang Zheng sighed, raised his feet, and followed his wife's footsteps.

Feng Qing did not leave the yard immediately. She took Fang Zheng to the kitchen.

Fang Jiang and Tu Qing were sitting at the stove talking.

Hearing the footsteps, they both looked towards the door.

"Sanlang's wife, you came just in time. Mom also made you sugar balls with a lot of sugar in them. I'll serve you and Sanlang a bowl." Mrs. Fang Jiang stood up and filled a bowl for the two of them, "Here

You can’t eat too much candy balls at night, you can eat them in half.”

Feng Qing looked at the sugar balls floating in the bowl. These are the glutinous rice balls of later generations. The sugar balls are neither big nor small. You can eat one in one mouthful. He has obviously had enough for dinner, but he looks like the glutinous rice balls floating in the bowl are the same size and round.

She thought she could still eat half a bowl of glutinous rice balls.

Fang Zheng walked out from behind her and reached out to take the bowl in her hand.

"You go out and eat both ends. Eat it while it's hot." Fang Jiang handed Fang Zheng two wooden spoons and urged.

"Okay." Fang Zheng did not refuse. Before leaving, he reminded, "Mom and sister-in-law should also eat some."

Fang Jiang waved her hand and asked the two of them to leave.

"Mom, look at me, what's different about me?" Feng Qing didn't leave. She deliberately half-bent her waist and approached Fang Jiang and asked with a smile.

"What's the difference?" Fang Jiang glanced at Feng Qing and didn't see anything wrong.

Tu Qing covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes fell on Feng Qing's hair, and she said with a smile, "Third brother and sister, this hairpin is really good."

She knew a long time ago that Fang Zheng personally carved the hairpin for Feng Qing. Fang Zheng loved Feng Qing. This was something everyone in the Fang family knew. Tu Qing didn't think much about it a few days ago. She only realized it when she saw Feng Qingxiao's bent eyes.

This is Sanlang's birthday gift to his wife.

"Doesn't it look good?" It's not like Feng Qing has never received valuable gifts. In her previous life, someone asked her to embroider some complicated embroidery, and they would usually give her some gifts in advance, but those were not as happy as when she received the hairpin. After meeting Fang Zheng, she

The more I live, the more I return. At this moment, I feel like a child getting his first gift, and his joy is beyond words.

"Sanlang is really thoughtful." Tu Qing praised sincerely.

With Fang Zheng's current ability, he could start from scratch and carve a hairpin for Feng Qing himself. How many people in the world could do this to love his wife so much?

Only then did Fang Jiang notice the wooden hairpin on Feng Qing's head, "Did Sanlang buy it?"

Fang Jiang never imagined that her third son could sit in front of Fang Jing's house and carve out a hairpin piece by piece.

"My husband made it himself." Feng Qing moved closer to Ms. Fang Jiang so that Ms. Fang could see the wooden hairpin clearly, "Mom, doesn't it look good?"

It was rare for Feng Qing to be so childish. Fang Jiang nodded her head in amusement and sincerely commented, "Just average."

The smile on Feng Qing's face froze for a moment.

"Fortunately, Sanlang is not like his father and Dalang." Fang Jiang said with a sigh of relief, "Mom is finally relieved."

Then he nodded perfunctorily to Feng Qing, "Look carefully, it's okay."

Ms. Fang Jiang didn't look carefully at all. From what she said, she was just trying to comfort Feng Qing.

If Fang Zheng had treated Feng Qing like this when Feng Qing first married into the Fang family, Fang Jiang would have blamed her son for being partial to his daughter-in-law. Now Fang Jiang regards Feng Qing as her own daughter, and if she doesn’t have a mother, she still eats her daughter.

Jealousy, Fang Jiang now sincerely hopes that Fang Zheng and Feng Qing can be together for a long time.

only--

She couldn't unconscionably say that this hairpin was beautiful.

Really average!

Feng Qing was not annoyed. She held up the hairpin again and said with a smile, "My husband is starting to do it, and his hands will inevitably become rusty. My husband is so good, it's his first time carving, and it looks so good. Mom, I really envy you. You have a good one."

son."

Maybe he was in a good mood, so Feng Qing teased Mr. Fang and Jiang.

As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Jiang's face froze.

Tu Qing covered her mouth and laughed hard.

It took a moment for Mrs. Fang Jiang to react. She glanced at Feng Qing angrily and said, "Sister-in-law, I also envy you. You have a good man."

Ahem.

Fang Zheng had been standing at the door, listening to his wife and his wife praising each other for free, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Mom, I'm leaving then." After praising his husband, Feng Qing turned around and left with satisfaction.

Only then did Tu Qing laugh out loud.

Mrs. Fang Jiang couldn't help but let out a cry, "This girl, what are you talking about?"

"Auntie, the third brother and sister are very weird. Maybe Sanlang likes this kind of girl." Tu Qing explained with a smile.

Fang Jiang didn't speak, as she agreed with Tu Qing's words.

Outside, Fang Zheng was holding a bowl in one hand and holding Feng Qing in the other. When he reached the main room, he put down the bowl with a smile that couldn't be concealed, "Madam, eat some while it's hot."

Feeling comfortable and having a good appetite, Feng Qing was fed half a bowl of sugar balls by Fang Zheng, and then he was satisfied.

"Ms. sir, you eat." She pushed the remaining half bowl in front of Fang Zheng.

The remaining half of the bowl was a little cold, but Fang Zheng didn't mind and ate up the sugar balls and soup.

Ms. Fang Jiang came in at the right time. Without the two of them moving, she had already stepped forward and took the empty bowl, "You two, go out for a walk. Don't lie down now after eating these candy balls."

Hearing this, Feng Qing winked at his husband and said loudly, "Okay."

Ms. Fang Jiang was startled. She looked at Feng Qing strangely, "Sanlang's wife, what's wrong with you today? You're always startled."

Without waiting for Feng Qing to respond, she had already left with the bowl in hand, "Just a hairpin, I'll make you happy. Do you want to jump off the roof and laugh?"
Chapter completed!