Luo Fengtang was a little embarrassed.

"Look at it and it fits, try it ...... Don't use it, right? He said.

Luo Blacksmith said: "You have to try, so that Qing'er can see what it is!" Go, go, go! ”

Yang Ruoqing also raised her head and smiled at him when she heard this: "Then you can try it, I want to take a look too." ”

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang blushed and went back to his house with his new clothes.

Here, Blacksmith Luo laughed: "Silly boy, I haven't worn new clothes for several years, and I'm still irritable!" ”

Yang Ruoqing also laughed, leaned over and took out two pairs of cotton shoes and two pairs of socks from the back basket.

She put one of the cotton shoes and a pair of socks on the table in front of Blacksmith Locke.

"Uncle Luo, this is what I did for you, the first time I do it, you will wear it, don't dislike it."

She grinned.

Sun has taught her to cut clothes and pants, but she has not yet made a complete dress and pants independently.

But shoes and socks, Sun taught her once, and she learned it.

Blacksmith Luo didn't expect that he also had a share, and the middle-aged man's eyes showed a trace of fluctuation.

He hurriedly pulled out the dry tobacco stick in his mouth, picked up the cotton shoes with black old cloth uppers, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Qing'er, I want you to help me make shoes and socks......"

Hit the iron for half his life, a rough man.

Fang Cai was still laughing at his nephew's irritability, and he couldn't say a complete sentence by himself.

Yang Ruoqing smiled gently: "Uncle Luo, do you still talk to me about those things that are out of sight?" Hee-hee......"

"Okay, then Uncle will take these shoes."

Blacksmith Luo nodded repeatedly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle, you try your feet first, and I will send him the shoes of Tang Lingzi." ”

"Eh, yes, yes."

Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the house and knocked lightly.

"There's also a pair of shoes and socks, isn't it convenient to come in?" She asked.

"The door isn't closed." His voice could be heard from inside.

Ah, why don't you close the door when you change clothes?

She was surprised, and then thought that it was a cotton coat, worn outside, and it was not closed or tightened.

In the room, Luo Fengtang was standing by the bed, wearing the brand-new cotton clothes.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, he seemed a little embarrassed.

Standing there, his hands and feet tugging at the corners of his clothes, looking very restrained.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up.

This was the first time he had seen Luo Fengtang wear new clothes without patches.

It's really spiritual!

She walked over, her eyes up and down on him.

Satisfied nodded again and again: "People rely on clothes, horses and saddles, Tang Lingzi, you are really handsome in this clothes!" ”

She sighed and walked around behind him.

It's one thing for Sun's craftsmanship to be good, but the main thing is that this kid has a good figure.

This one has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long arms and long legs.

A natural clothes rack, no matter what clothes you wear to that station, you look good.

Rest in modern times, those male models or something, compared to him, it's just weak!

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's praise, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes a little embarrassed.

"I know what I am, Qing'er, you don't boast." He said.

Yang Ruoqing had already returned to him, standing on tiptoe to help him smooth out the hem of his clothes.

Hearing him say this, she gave him a disgusted look.

"I'm not boasting, you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in my sister's aesthetics?"

She laughed.

"I say you're handsome, you're handsome, and if you're not handsome, you'll have to be handsome!"

It was the first time Luo Fengtang had heard such a domineering compliment.

The boy's heart was sweet.

"No matter how handsome you are, you can't catch up with Mu Zichuanjun."

He said, "He is a scholar, and he is bookish, and that is really handsome." ”

Yang Ruoqing pouted when she heard this.

"He's not called bookish, it's sour. Shaking his head, like an old pedant. ”

Yang Ruoqing corrected.

Luo Fengtang was amused by her words, and the trace of nervousness and embarrassment disappeared without a trace.

"Tang Lingzi, sit down and try these shoes and socks together."

She commanded again.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the brand-new shoes and socks on the bed.

"Let's try shoes and socks at night, and try again after I wash my feet at night." He said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's okay, just take a casual look and let me take a look." ”

The cotton clothes are made by Sun, but these shoes and socks are made by herself.

She just wanted to see what he looked like in these shoes and socks.

Luo Fengtang couldn't resist her after all, sat down and took off the cloth shoes on his feet.

Those cloth shoes were also made by Sun last time.

It is autumn shoes.

This time's shoes, Yang Ruoqing stuffed cotton into the soles, which were warm shoes in winter.

"New shoes are going to be a little tight, I'll help you."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but say, leaned down and squatted down, grabbing his feet.

"Qing'er, I can't help it, my feet stink ......"

He hurriedly stopped.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a blank look.

"I've taught you two times about your smelly feet, and I'm used to it!" She said.

One time was to help him pick up his shoes.

Another time was to dig cattails and come back and help him soak his feet.

That foot is really not fragrant!

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang's face was so red that he could squeeze out water.

This girl is really not ordinary and tough.

In a moment's hesitation, she took off his shoes for him.

Inside, he was still wearing the pair of Yang Huazhong's socks that he gave him last time.

At the moment of taking off the patched socks, Yang Ruoqing was already mentally prepared to welcome the 'stinky tofu'.

But—

"Hey, that's weird!"

She put her patched socks aside and muttered in surprise.

"What's the matter?"

Luo Fengtang was putting new cotton socks on his feet with that.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and asked her.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to his feet: "Your feet, why don't they stink?" ”

Luo Fengtang: "......".

"Could it be that my nose is failing? That's not right......"

I saw her tilting her head, looking confused.

Luo Fengtang is full of black lines.

He dared to pack the ticket, Qing'er's nose was sensitive, and there was nothing wrong.

It's his own problem.

However, he was too embarrassed to say it.

The cotton clothes fit well, as do the cotton socks and cotton shoes.

Yang Ruoqing was satisfied from head to toe.

"Tang Yanzi, you just dress like this, take it off."

Seeing him begin to unbutton him, she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "I'll have to go to get charcoal later, I'm afraid that this new clothes will be dirty." ”

"What kind of charcoal?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang said while taking off his cotton clothes: "It is charcoal burned with wood, and the heating is hard and the firewood smoke is large, and the charcoal is better." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's eyes doubled in surprise.

"Tang Yanzi, you still burn charcoal?" She asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled disapprenosingly: "My uncle taught me, he used to strike iron." ”

"Oh~" Yang Ruoqing suddenly said.

As he spoke, Luo Fengtang had already taken off the cotton clothes on his body.

When he took off his cotton pants, he hesitated.

Yang Ruoqing was embarrassed to look at him like this.

He pretended to fold his cotton clothes and turned his back.