After the marriage, the strong beauty became rich and busy raising children

Chapter 117 Shock

Guan Youshuang looked at the old woman in disbelief. This meant that she was probably only in her forties or fifties.

She felt very upset. She wanted to say something, but she felt like she couldn't say anything.

The old woman picked up the rag, picked up the photo frame, wiped it carefully, and said: "My son is only 21 years old. When the village recruited coal miners, I didn't agree for him to go, but he insisted on going. He said he didn't want to see me and his father working so hard, and he said he could earn money to support us."

The old woman began to sob.

Guan Youshuang felt a sore nose and quickly drank water.

The old woman put the picture frame back in place, lifted her skirt, wiped her eyes, and said, "Hey, look at me, you want to borrow a cart, right? It's in the backyard. I'll get it for you."

Guan Youshuang put the cup on the table and said, "Auntie, don't be sad. My brother's spirit in heaven also hopes to see you and uncle live a good life."

"Yes, I understand." The old woman pointed to a few paintings on the wall and said, "I lost some money in the coal mine, but I can still make ends meet. I use these to kill time, and the time passes quickly."

Guan Youshuang looked at the framed paintings of flowers, birds, fish and insects and didn't understand what the old woman meant.

Killing time by looking at paintings?

The old woman pointed to the needlework basket and said, "I embroidered all these pictures."

Embroidered?

This realistic painting on the wall is actually embroidered?

Guan Youshuang felt her heart tremble suddenly. She walked over and found that it was embroidered with extremely fine silk thread.

The paintings were hung quite high and she couldn't reach them, otherwise she really wanted to touch them.

She knew that embroidery was a very laborious and time-consuming task, but in just half a year, she had embroidered three such large and complex paintings.

I guess she didn't get much sleep.

Guan Youshuang felt heartbroken, heartbroken for the mother who lost her child.

The old woman walked over, took out a neatly folded cotton cloth from her sewing basket, and said, "I am embroidering this one now."

When Guan Youshuang unfolded it, she saw a painting drawn with a ballpoint pen. It was obviously a pastoral landscape.

In the sky, there are white clouds and wild geese.

On the ground, there are streams and fish.

In the distance, there are cattle, sheep and shepherds.

Nearby, there are houses and swings.

In front of the house, there was a man sitting, seemingly smoking.

A little boy was sitting on the gently raised swing, and behind him stood a woman with her arms outstretched, as if protecting her.

Embroidery, this painting only embroiders the grass.

It looks green, but actually more than a dozen different shades are used, and the gradations are very soft, so you can’t notice it unless you look closely.

Of course, this also makes the grass more realistic.

Although the other paintings are not colored, one glance at them can remind you of that heartwarming scene.

Guan Youshuang studied painting and understood composition.

But such a complex painting is not easy to draw even for professional art students, let alone embroider it.

"Auntie, did you draw this?"

The old woman nodded.

"Don't you ever sketch on paper? Do you paint directly on the canvas?"

The old woman smiled and said, "With that scene in mind, I can decide which strokes to paint and what to draw, and it will come out naturally."

Guan Youshuang's heart was pounding, this was too much.

It is true that the masters are found among the people.

She was so excited that she took the old woman's hand and said, "Auntie, I'm about to open an embroidery factory. Can you come to the embroidery factory and be our teacher?"

"Embroidery factory?"

Guan Youshuang nodded quickly and said, "Yes, the embroidery factory is under construction and is expected to be completed in a month. It's at Gujiatai. I can pick you up every morning and take you home in the evening."

The old woman smiled and said, "I just embroider to kill time. I'm not going to be a teacher. Besides, I have to cook for my husband and my son every day."

Guan Youshuang felt uncomfortable when she thought of the bowl of noodles at the door.

"Auntie, think about it, isn't time passing faster when you're with a group of people? As for uncle and brother's meals, can I ask someone to prepare them specially for them?"

The old woman said nothing.

Guan Youshuang took the old woman's rough hands and said, "Auntie, I really want to invite you. You will definitely make our embroidery factory shine. When the time comes, you can ask for salary or other requests, and I will agree to them."

The old woman looked at the picture of her son and finally said, "Let me think about it."

"it is good."

Before leaving, Guan Youshuang wanted to give the old woman some money, but she felt it was a bit abrupt. Besides, an old woman with such high artistic attainments also valued spiritual things.

This is why, in addition to talking about salary, she also mentioned other requirements.

As she pulled the cart out of the gate, Guan Youshuang could still feel her heart beating rapidly.

It's shocking, really.

Such a magical person was not even mentioned once in the original book.

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Guan Youshuang and Yuanyuan pulled a cart full of things back home.

It was Old Man Popcorn who packed the things for them.

Because the cart was not big enough, there was no place to put the three bags of popcorn, so they were placed on top of the cardboard boxes and tied with ropes to prevent them from falling.

From the market to Gujiatai, it is neither far nor close. The key is that the road is not flat enough. It goes uphill and downhill, and sometimes there are even a few big holes.

But the things were not heavy, and Guan Youshuang had plenty of strength, so she let Yuanyuan sit on the armrest of the cart.

The two chatted and laughed, and in less than an hour, they arrived home.

It was already past two in the afternoon, and under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, people were gathering in groups of three or four to enjoy the cool air.

As in any era, from the moment they saw Guan Youshuang, they never took their eyes off her, and then asked her curiously what she was pulling.

Before Guan Youshuang could speak, Yuanyuan said loudly: "This is a secret. You will know it in the evening."

Guan Youshuang also said helplessly: "I promised him that I would keep the secret for him."

When they got home, Wang Huiying was massaging Gu Yunliang's waist. During this period, Gu Yunliang had recovered well and was able to walk a few steps on his own without crutches. However, when going out, Wang Huiying was still worried and insisted that he sit in a wheelchair.

"Mom, we're back." Guan Youshuang shouted.

Wang Huiying responded with a "Hey" and lifted the door curtain. "Hey, where did the cart come from? What are you pulling?"

Guan Youshuang put Yuanyuan down and asked him to help hold the handle. She put all the things on the kitchen steps one by one and said, "Mom, if you have time, please help us later."

"What are you doing? I'm giving your dad a massage. I have one more move left and it will be over soon."

Guan Youshuang went into the house, drank a glass of water, washed her face and came out again.

Wang Huiying has come out.

"Mom, please help us fry the melon seeds."

"Ah? What kind of melon seeds?"

"Grandma, my aunt and I bought ten kilograms of raw melon seeds at the market." Yuanyuan couldn't wait to untie the plastic bag, grabbed half a handful of melon seeds, and said, "Look, these are all picked by Yuanyuan. Aren't they very big?"