In addition to buying it for Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin, Feng Qing also chose another one for Qin Shufen.

Everyone has it, but Fang Zheng naturally cannot let his wife not have it.

He chose Feng Qing a lotus-colored one.

Qin Shufen circled the fabric several times, her eyes were blurred. She was about to reach out, but she was slapped by Fang Jiang, "You haven't washed your hands yet, you're covered in oil, don't touch the material."

After saying that, Fang Jiang felt distressed again, "Why did you buy so much? Where can I finish wearing it?"

The materials are so good. She is reluctant to wear such good clothes when cooking, washing clothes, etc. on weekdays. Fang Jiang wants Fang Zheng to return the materials.

"Mom, this is the New Year, we have to come to the door to return the fabric, so the shopkeeper of the cloth shop will definitely cry." You can't let the shopkeeper of the cloth shop think that someone returns the goods all year round, right?

If Fang Jiang had no control over what the shopkeeper of the cloth shop had thought in the past few years, she would definitely have to retire. However, now her son is the governor of Liangzhou and the parents of Liangzhou. Her parents' mother can't take the lead in pulling her son's back.

While Fang Jiang was thinking about it, Feng Qing held her arm, shook it, and acted coquettishly, "Mom, you and Aunt Jin must look good in these colors. You don't have to worry about having too many clothes. Let's change your clothes a day."

Feng Qing always believed that women love beauty no matter how old they are.

Sure enough, Fang Jiang's expression relaxed, although she still refused to admit it, "What's the point of wearing all over a day?"

"Mom, ask Aunt Jin, the empresses in the palace change several clothes a day." Feng Qing held Aunt Jin with the other hand, and she smiled at Aunt Jin in a pleasing way.

Aunt Jin was laughed at Feng Qing's little look, and she nodded, "At least three clothes a day, or even more."

"We are just ordinary people, how can we compare with the empress in the palace?" Fang Jiang clapped Feng Qing's hand and retorted with a smile.

"How can't we compare?" Feng Qing raised his chin, "Mom and Aunt Jin will be the old lady of Fang's mansion in the future. Not only do they have to change clothes every day, but they also have to have maids beat your legs and shoulders every day."

"That won't happen." Fang Jiang shook his head, but this time he really refused. "I have been working at home for most of my life. If I were to be idle for others, I would feel uncomfortable."

Feng Qing tentatively told Fang Jiang several times, but Fang Jiang refused even after returning. Feng Qing knew that Fang Jiang really didn't want to live such a life of luxury.

Since that's the case, Feng Qing also changed his words, "Then we will hire two maids and two servants by then."

As long as this person doesn't move and is being served by someone, his health will easily be bad. Since Fang Jiang is willing to do it himself, he is both at ease and can exercise his body, which is not a bad thing.

Feng Qing turned his head and asked Fang Zheng, "What do you think, my husband?"

"It's good to decide between mother and wife." Fang Zheng rarely gets involved in these housework.

"What are you talking about?" Feng Qing asked Aunt Jin, who had been standing next to her with a smile.

Aunt Jin pointed Feng Qing's forehead lovingly, "I think it's good no matter what."

Today's days are already a happiness that Aunt Jin would never dare to imagine in her dreams.

This is how this matter was decided.

Feng Qing's attention returned to the fabric. She bought Qin Shufen a pink cotton cloth. Qin Shufen always liked red, and all kinds of reds were made. Feng Qing had discovered earlier that Qin Shufen did not have many clothes, but she had four or five pieces, and two of them were red. Qin Shufen changed her clothes back and forth.

This time the pink color is exactly what Qin Shufen wants. She hasn't gone out much these days, and her face has become much whiter. She looks even more pale when wearing this pink color.

Qin Shufen was ready to move with the fabric in her arms. She wanted to pull Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin apart, so she pulled Feng Qing aside alone and told Feng Qing carefully what kind of clothes she wanted.

Elders are the first, Feng Qing must be close to Fang Jiang first. She said to Qin Shufen first: "Second sister-in-law, I will draw two clothes for you in the afternoon. You can choose it and I will make it for you then."

Fearing that Feng Qing refused, Qin Shufen nodded, "Okay, OK."

Qin Shufen was so angry that she was blunt, "Where is it? You can't let your third brother and sister take a break?"

Qin Shufen laughed, just not interfering.

She knew how beautiful the clothes made by Feng Qing were. Those styles were something she had never seen before. She could wake up laughing at night when she was so beautiful that she could wear them.

"Mom, I'm not tired, I like to draw these too." Feng Qing shook Fang Jiang's arm again, "Mom, Aunt Jin and I have both decided on the style to make for you."

Fang Jiang’s clothes styles should not be too fancy. Feng Qing and Aunt Jin thought about it for a long time before deciding.

"Don't worry, I still have several clothes that I don't wear. Sanlang is at home, so you should stay with him." The more well-behaved Feng Qing was, the more Fang Jiang felt sorry for her.

"Okay, I'll listen to my mother."

Feng Qing bought three horses for Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin each.

Since he didn't plan to do it, Fang Zheng listened to Feng Qing's instructions and put away the fabric.

Several children had already made several pieces of clothing before the New Year, but they had not finished wearing them yet, so this time they didn't do it for them again.

Aunt Jin also made two clothes for Fang Erlang before the New Year. Fang Zheng was naturally made by Feng Qing. There was no need for men to wear too much clothes, just enough clothes.

With new clothes and new hairpins, Qin Shufen is the happiest person. She is happy and she is inevitably more diligent than usual. After Fang Erlang and Wen Yan and others finished eating, Qin Shufen rolled up her sleeves and said, "Mom, I will wash the bowls today, and I will wash the bowls every day."

"You should wash it." Fang Jiang reminded him, "Wash it for me."

"I understand, mom, don't worry."

"I would be really relieved." Every time Qin Shufen washes dishes and pots, she can't help but scold her when Fang Jiang cooks next time.

It's great that the family is together like this. Feng Qing tilted her head on Fang Jiang's shoulder for a while, and then on Aunt Jin's shoulder for a while. The intimacy is obvious, and the two old men can't help but pat her hands.

Fang Zheng, who was standing aside, was rarely jealous. He held Tuanzi and quietly looked at the three women at home.

Tuanzi was so obedient that he didn't want to compete with his mother.

However, this kind of obedience didn't last long, so Tuanzi couldn't help it. He wanted to open Fang Zheng's hand and pounce on Feng Qing. Fang Zheng gently pinched his palm, making him unable to move.

"Dad." Tuanzi shouted aggrievedly.

"If you write a few words, your mother will definitely praise you." Xiaobudian was naturally not Fang Zheng's opponent, and Fang Zheng said casually.

Tuanzi's attention was instantly shifted, "Then I'll write it to my mother."

Fang Zheng let go of his hand, and Tuanzi ran away happily.

When the dumpling came back, he held a piece of rice paper in his hand, full of words on his head.

Tuanzi's writing has made great progress and has a bit of character.

"Mom, I've finished writing." Tuanzi stood on tiptoe, holding the sides of the rice paper with his little hands. He was anxious when he came out, but his little hands were not accurate. The words on both sides were covered with his hands.
Chapter completed!