Chapter 370 Injury (1)

"Sister Zhang, the handkerchief you embroidered is so beautiful!" Di Zhizhi looked at the small handkerchief that Zhang Chuchu had just embroidered with envy. The peonies on the handkerchiefs were colorful, perfect and charming, and more beautiful than all the handkerchiefs she embroidered before.

Di Zhizhi narrowed her eyes together, and her eyes looked at Zhang Chuchu with admiration.

"Sister Zhizhi," Zhang Chuchu chuckled and handed the handkerchief to Di Zhizhi, saying, "The work of embroidery and tailoring is like giving birth to a child or cooking. It is the natural duty of our women. As long as they study hard, it will be the same. I can't say that the handkerchief embroidered by my sister will look better than my sister's."

Zhang Chuchu gently sorted out the silk thread, induced Di Zhizhi to learn embroidery bit by bit.

"Sister is joking again," Di Zhizhi pouted her little mouth lightly, stretched out her ten foods and handed them to Zhang Chuchu's eyes, and said, "Sister, you see, my ten fingers have almost been pricked. This embroidery is really difficult, and it is hundreds of times more difficult than when the master forced me to learn swordsmanship when he was a child! I'm afraid I can't learn it."

As he said that, Di Zhizhi took the handkerchief and mandarin ducks she had embroidered in the past to Zhang Chuchu to look at them. They were all kinds of strange things, and they were still far from normal embroidery work.

Compared to embroidery, she prefers to go to the yard to practice swordsmanship.

"It's true for beginners. Sister doesn't have to be discouraged," Zhang Chuchu chuckled, looked at Di Zhizhi's past embroidery works, looked up at Di Zhizhi and said, "Do you know how many times my sister was pricked when she first learned embroidery? At that time, the things that my sister embroidered were far behind those you are now."

Zhang Chuchu comforted Di Zhizhi in a soft voice and said, "I remember that I was only ten years old at that time, and my mother forced me to learn needles and thread. I took turns using needles and threads. Almost every piece of skin on my palm was stabbed by silver needles. For a while, I couldn't even touch it again. Although it was a little bitter, I just wanted to endure it. This was like practicing swords. Could it be that at the beginning, you could play as well as you are now?"

"But, but it's not necessary," Di Zhizhi looked at the pile of needles and threads in front of her, and said with a bitter face: "If you want these things, can you buy them just by spending some money? Why do you have to let me study so hard? My hands still hurt. Now I can even dream of a lot of needles and threads."

"What you bought is different from what you made yourself," Zhang Chuchu looked at Di Zhizhi and said softly: "In the countryside, this is a craft and a living art. In our hometown, women who can't do needlework cannot get married. No son of any family will marry a wife who can't do needlework. Moreover, when you get married, you will understand how happy it is to make clothes for your husband and children with your own hands. That is, you can't buy it if you use no matter how much money you use."

"Is that true?" Di Zhizhi looked at Zhang Chuchu in confusion and said, "Does my sister feel very happy when she makes clothes, shoes and socks for Liu Yifan? In my opinion, my sister is willing to marry him, which is the blessing he has cultivated in eight lifetimes. She also has to make clothes for him, which is so beautiful!"

"Haha, you will know these when you have a husband's family in the future." Zhang Chuchu chuckled and said, "I don't know why my sister has such prejudices towards my husband. However, it is my blessing to be able to marry my husband in this life. 'I have to practice the same boat for a hundred years, and to practice the same bed for a thousand years.' I am satisfied that I can meet my husband in this life."

Thinking of Liu Yi's tender words to her before, Zhang Chuchu's face felt a sense of sweetness again.

‘A hundred years of cultivation can make you cross the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can make you sleep together.’ This poem seems to be the day when you get married, before the wedding candle, Liu Yi said to her.

"After a hundred years of cultivation, I can cross the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation, I can sleep together?" Di Zhizhi chanted softly as Zhang Chuchu, and she didn't feel confused.

Although he learned skills from his teacher since he was a child and had few poetry and books, he was still from his scholarly disciples and had some talent in his heart. Di Zhizhi could naturally feel the endless affection and deep meaning from this simple poem.

"Sister, is this sentence written by my sister?" After absent from the poem, Di Zhizhi looked at Zhang Chuchu with admiration.

"Haha, although my sister had read some poetry and books when she was young, she did not have such talent." Zhang Chuchu smiled and said to Di Zhizhi with a slight pride: "This is on my new happy night with my husband, who was improvised."

"Liu Yifan?" Di Zhizhi couldn't help but open her eyes wide, and pointed her finger in the direction of the study, unable to believe it: "He? Just him?"

Di Zhizhi couldn't help but think of Liu Yi sleeping in class, and when she was so brave that she was not brave when she shouted for help in the East Cross Courtyard. Just such a cowardly teacher who wanted talent, was not good, and was not brave, could she write such deep and affectionate sentences?

Di Zhizhi didn't believe it, so she directly attributed Zhang Chuchu's words to the point of giving for their husbands.

"Yes, it's him." Zhang Chuchu nodded firmly. Seeing Di Zhizhi didn't seem to believe it, she didn't explain much, handed the needle and thread to Di Zhizhi's hands, and said, "Let's continue to embroider these things. When you become a relative in the future and have a husband's family, you will understand."

"Oh," Di Zhizhi nodded gently and stopped thinking about it. However, as soon as her hands were picked up, her brows frowned again. She really didn't have that talent for this kind of needlework.

"Sister Zhang," After a while, after his finger was pierced nearly ten times, Di Zhizhi's eyes turned around, and he leaned against Zhang Chuchu and said in a low voice: "When we finish embroidery, let's go out for a walk. I know that Sister Zhang has just arrived in Fengjie and is not very familiar with this place. Why don't you just take your younger sister as a guide and lead your sister to have a tour around?"

"My sister is grateful for her kindness," Zhang Chuchu looked at Di Zhizhi with a funny look. This little girl is really not a calm person. She smiled and said to Di Zhizhi: "Not to mention whether the eldest lady will agree to you go out for a walk. Even if you agree, can you see how my sister is now?

Seeing Di Zhizhi dejected again, Zhang Chuchu said to her softly: "Why wouldn't this be better? When will my sister embroider the handkerchief look like it, my sister will go to the eldest lady to plead for you and allow you to have some breathing near the mansion gate. How about it?"

It is better to be loose than to block it. For Di Zhizhi's lively temperament, it would be bad if she just restricts her.

"Really?!" Di Zhizhi's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Of course it's true. If the sister can really do it well, the sister will be responsible for convincing the eldest lady." Zhang Chuchu chuckled, feeling that Di Zhizhi is very similar to that little girl Liu Xiaohui. Whatever you do, you must first give some sweetness.

"Miss! Miss!" From a distance, I heard Xiao Huan's cry, very urgent.

Di Zhizhi put down the needle and thread in her hand, stood up and walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Xiaohuan trotting towards her, so she asked her, "What's wrong, Xiaohuan, what's wrong, you're so anxious?"

"Miss, someone has come from your sect, two men and one woman, and a patient who seems to be dying. The eldest lady asked the lady to come over quickly." Xiao Huan stood outside the door, his face turned pale, as if he was scared by something, and his hands and feet were trembling very much.

"Oh?" Di Zhizhi's little face also changed slightly, and she asked Xiao Huan anxiously: "Do you know who is coming?"

"I don't know, but there is a senior sister who said she was a lady, waiting in the front hall. Miss, please go quickly." Xiaohuan urged softly. Those people were carrying swords, and she was afraid that the eldest lady and Butler Di would not come.

"Senior sister? Well, let's go here. Sister Zhang is waiting for a while. My little sister goes to the front hall to take a look." Turning back at Zhang Chuchu's guilt, Di Zhizhi led Xiaohuan to the front yard.

"Senior Sister Wan'er!" As soon as she entered the hall, Di Zhizhi saw a familiar figure and then flew over. She didn't expect that Senior Sister Nangong Wan'er, who had the best relationship with her in the master, would come to see her at this time.

"Junior sister!" Nangong Wan'er also hugged Di Zhizhi lightly, and chuckled and screamed.

"Zhizhi! Come and sit down!" Dilu's face looked very bad. A few days ago, he was thinking about getting his daughter out of touch with the master's sect, but now someone came to the sect, and he also brought a seriously injured ranger. Judging from the man's appearance, he seemed to be dead for a while. This New Year's Day was really unlucky.

It’s not that Dilu is cruel and has no sympathy at all, but that Dilu is not happy with these rangers from the bottom of his heart. They are all outlaws. God knows what they have done outside?

"Oh!" responded lightly, Di Zhizhi sat down obediently next to Dilu. Only then did she notice that in the hall, in addition to her senior sister Wan'er, there were three strangers, two sitting and one lying down. Then she asked Nangong Wan'er: "Senior Sister Wan'er, who are these three?"

"Junior sister, these two are Senior Brother Li Liancheng and Senior Brother Qin Bai in the master's sect. They went out to travel in their early years, and the junior sister has never seen her before." Nangong Wan'er smiled and introduced Di Zhizhi to Di, then pointed to the injured person lying on the wooden stretcher and said, "This hero is a friend we saved on the way back to the master's sect, Ji He."
Chapter completed!