Yang Ruoqing is no longer the modern young woman who couldn't even hold a needle and thread when she traveled through time.

These hands, after thirteen years of hard work, are now as proficient in using needles and threads as they are with whips and swords.

No, it's almost April. April in the world is full of beauty. At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, it's going to get hot.

On this day, Yang Ruoqing was sitting in the hallway at the back of the hall, doing some needlework with Xiaoyu, Xiaoduo, Xiaojie and the others in the south wind, and doing household chores along the way.

What I am working on is a summer coat made by Luo Fengtang. It is made of white water silk. It is breathable and can absorb sweat when worn close to the body in summer.

Yang Ruoqing planned to make a few more sets. When Tang Yazi sent his own soldiers to deliver Dragon Boat Festival gifts before and after the Dragon Boat Festival, he would ask the soldiers to take them with him.

If no personal soldiers were sent back, she would find a way to send them there.

Listening to the chatter and laughter of the girls beside her, Yang Ruoqing felt as if she was fifteen or sixteen years old again.

In his hand, he was still flying needles and threads quickly, but suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his fingers.

"hiss……"

She couldn't help but gasp.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Xiaoduo asked.

"Oh, sister, your finger was pricked." Xiaoduo exclaimed.

Yang Ruoqing looked down and saw a large drop of blood dripping from her left index finger, dripping on her white clothes, like a bright red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

"It's okay, it's a small problem." Yang Ruoqing said quickly, quickly putting her finger in her mouth and sucking it gently.

Xiaoduo and the others quickly took the clothes from Yang Ruoqing's hands and gathered around to look at them, "The blood is so bloody that I'm afraid I won't be able to wear my brother-in-law's clothes..."

"But, I have been making these clothes for my brother-in-law for several days, and we are just missing the last bit. Wouldn't it be a pity not to wear them? Let's think of something..." Xiaojie said.

Xiaoyu said: "I saw this happened to Sister Ping'er last time. She used a drop of blood as a plum blossom or a peach blossom petal, and then used other colored silk threads to embroider it into a flower.

The little flower is so beautiful!"

Xiaoduo said: "Let's forget about the rotten peach blossoms. Our brother-in-law belongs to my sister alone, so plum blossoms are not suitable. My brother-in-law is a general. Why don't we change it to a begonia flower? It just matches our brother-in-law's name!"

"

"Xiao Duo has a good idea, let's use Begonia Flower!"

Yang Ruoqing was on the side trying to stop the bleeding, listening to the conversations of the sisters in her ears, her eyes filled with warmth.

However, as this sweet and fishy blood slipped into her throat, her heart suddenly started beating loudly, as if she had been summoned by something.

My whole body felt flustered like never before, and I even felt a little uneasy even sitting on the stool.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Why do you look restless?" Xiaoyu noticed Yang Ruoqing's strangeness and asked quickly.

The other two people also looked here in surprise, and they saw that Yang Ruoqing's face was not very good.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to see a doctor?" Xiaoduo also asked quickly.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I don't feel uncomfortable at all. I just felt a sudden tightness in my chest earlier, and my whole body felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen."

Xiaojie has the most lively personality. She smiled and said: "Sister, you must have been stabbed. Youdao means that the fingers are connected to the heart, so you were touched. It's nothing serious. Don't panic."

Xiaoyu said: "Sister, you can go back to the house and lie down for a while, or drink sugar water, and your mind will be at peace."

The care of several younger sisters allowed Yang Ruoqing to regain her strength.

"I'm fine, Xiaoduo, bring me the clothes. Begonia Hua's idea is good, I'll embroider it," she said.

…

As noon approached, everyone dispersed and went home to prepare for lunch.

Yang Ruoqing also stretched and stood up. As a housewife, she naturally had to cook well in her free time. Her two mothers-in-law and one uncle were both elders in the family.

A good lunch is to allow everyone at the table to find something they like.

Well, let’s go to my mother-in-law Tuoba Xian’s house first and ask her what she wants to eat for lunch.

In Tuoba Xian's room, when Yang Ruoqing came in, she found that Tuoba Xian was not in the room.

Where has my mother-in-law been?

At this moment, there was a noise in the small room next door.

Yang Ruoqing remembered that her mother-in-law used to believe in the Heaven of Immortality, but after coming here, in the past ten years, all aspects of her living habits have been affected by the local influence. Although her belief has not been shaken, new beliefs have been added.

She has been a Buddhist since two years ago.

Every year during the first lunar month, Sun and the others would go to the Guanyin Temple in Wanghai County to burn incense and make wishes.

Moreover, there are many scriptures at home. The small room next door has been renovated and turned into a small Buddhist hall.

The statue of Guanyin is enshrined. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, my mother-in-law would fast, bathe, burn incense, and stay in the temple for the whole day.

Chant scriptures, pray devoutly, and pray for the younger generations of the family.

So during the last Chinese New Year, the New Year gift that Chen'er brought to Tuoba Xian was a scripture copied by his own hands.

But Tuoba Xian was deeply moved.

Today is neither the first day nor the fifteenth day of the lunar month. Why is my mother-in-law also worshiping the Buddha?

With some surprise, Yang Ruoqing entered the small Buddhist hall next door.

As expected, my mother-in-law Tuoba Xian was kneeling on the futon, facing the Buddha statue enshrined on it, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, and still chanting something in her mouth.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't understand it, but she guessed it was something like 'Amitabha'.

She did not go over to interrupt her mother-in-law, but waited quietly aside until she finished reading this paragraph.

After a while, Tuoba Xian stopped chanting and opened his eyes.

Seeing her about to get up, Yang Ruoqing quickly went up to help her.

"Mom, please slow down," she said.

If you kneel down for too long, your legs and feet will feel numb, so you have to take your time when you get up.

Tuoba Xian was very satisfied with Yang Ruoqing's filial piety, smiled slightly and stood up with her help.

"Qing'er, are you here for anything?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing helped her walk to the outer room and said, "I'm going to have lunch. Come and ask mother if there is anything special she wants to eat for noon? I'll make it for you."

Tuoba Xian smiled and shook his head: "I will eat whatever you do. I don't have much appetite."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Then I'll make a light three-fresh soup, including enoki mushrooms and quail eggs."

Tuoba Xian said: "Enoki mushrooms are fine, but quail eggs are omitted. I plan to fast and worship Buddha these days."

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, "Mom, these are not the first and fifteenth days of the lunar new year. You..."

"Qing'er, let me ask you, did Fengtang come back with a letter from home during this period?" Tuoba Xian asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"Not yet, I guess the military affairs are busy," she said.
Chapter completed!