Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

"Xue'er, I ate it by myself, why did I bring it home, how embarrassing it is."

"Haha, Sister Meier, why are you being polite to me? I have too many here, and if there are not many, I won't let you take them back."

"Well... well then..."

"By the way!" Han Yingxue reminded: "When you bring it back, don't let your parents bring it to the dinner table for everyone to eat together, otherwise your parents will definitely not be able to eat it."

Han Yingmei nodded, Xueer was telling the truth. She knows the old Han family members best.

Han Yingmei was sent away, and the family was almost ready to eat.

After Mrs. Zhao packed up the dishes, Han Yingxue pestered Mrs. Zhao to make shoes with her.

I did a seven-seven-eight-eight last night, and the shoes should be done well tonight.

"Ah..." Han Yingxue cried out in pain.

"Xue'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhao asked with concern.

"I accidentally stuck my hand." Han Yingxue smiled, "It's okay."

"Put it in your mouth, and mother will do the rest." She herself is a girl who knows everything, but she is not proficient in needlework. If I get married in the future, I don't know what to do. But with her here, after Xue'er gets married, she can also help make some small clothes for the children in the family.

"No, I'll do it myself!"

"Can't mother do it? Your hands are hurt!"

Forehead……

Han Yingxue didn't know how to explain it. She gave Zhao Qishan these shoes, and she wanted to make them herself. Her mother has already helped to make one, so she must make another one.

"Mom, my injury is fine, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a while, hey, you continue to teach me."

Zhao Shi smiled helplessly. "Okay, mother will teach you."

Two people worked stitch by stitch for two hours, and the shoe was finally ready.

Looking at a brand new pair of shoes, Han Yingxue smiled contentedly. Now Zhao Qishan didn't have to squeeze a pair of small shoes.

"Mother, I'll go and get it to Zhao Qishan!" Han Yingxue excitedly took the shoe and walked into Zhao Qishan's room.

Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to say that she would go tomorrow at such a late hour, but her daughter left before she could finish speaking.

Zhao Qishan's room was dark, Han Yingwen and Han Yingwu were already asleep.

Han Yingxue tiptoed to Zhao Qishan's bedside.

"Don't kill my mother—don't—"

"No--"

"Why is this happening, why is it doing this?"

Um?

The movements of Han Yingxue's hands paused, and her ear was close to Zhao Qishan's side, seeing what he was muttering.

nightmare?

"Zhao Qishan, wake up, are you okay?" Han Yingxue shook Zhao Qishan's body.

Some moonlight came in through the window.

"Xue'er..." Zhao Qishan murmured.

Open and close eyes.

It's really Cher.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Han Yingxue asked softly.

"Um……"

Zhao Qishan rubbed his aching forehead, "It's okay, Xue'er, I'm fine."

"Are you really alright?" Han Yingxue asked with some concern, Zhao Qishan was obviously having a nightmare just now, and he didn't know what he dreamed about in the dream.

"It's really okay." Zhao Qishan smiled slightly, and gently stroked Han Yingxue's head. "Xue'er, don't worry about me too much!"

"..."

Who is worried about him?

Han Yingxue pouted.

"Here, the shoes I just made are here for you. You can wear new shoes tomorrow."

"Xue'er, you did it?" Zhao Qishan was a little delighted.