Her mother, Zhou Lihua, could not even embroider a purse, so how could she teach her daughter to make clothes?
Since they had to work every day, they made one simple set consisting of a narrow-sleeved, round-collared top and trousers. The other set was a simply styled, waist-length ruqun dress.
They had only done so because Su Qiao and Ernie were no longer little girls—they were both fourteen and would be looking for marriage prospects the following year. It would not do for them not to have a decent set of clothes to show off.
Su Qiao did not care either way. Trousers or skirts, neither would affect her performance.
When it was time to beat someone up, she would beat them up all the same.
The women were busy, and the few men of the Su family were hardly idle either.
Some dried wheat, some turned the soil and planted corn, and in the end, only two mu of paddy fields remained. The rice seedlings had yet to sprout.
Dalang Su Yichen's leave from the busy farming season had also ended, and he resumed traveling back and forth between the private school in town and Willow Tree Village.
Su Qiao seized the opportunity. On his way home that afternoon, she knocked him unconscious, hoisted him over her shoulder, and carried him deep into the mountains.
Seeing Su Qiao holding a Back Basket in one hand and carrying someone on her shoulder, looking around twice before heading toward a cave beneath a cliff, 444 hurriedly stopped her.
Host, many of the caves in these deep mountains already have owners. Aren't you afraid a wild beast will suddenly return after we leave?
Besides, even if there aren't any wild beasts, there could still be snakes and insects. What if he gets