This time, she didn't feel too uncomfortable.
Ye Shaohua woke up in a few seconds. She looked down and saw a piece of embroidered cloth in her hand, embroidered with a … butterfly?
Even the knowledgeable Ye Shaohua couldn't recognize what was embroidered in her hand. She could only guess from the outline.
After guessing, it was a bit … hard to explain.
The charming woman beside her heard the man's cold words, and the expression on her face looked like she was about to cry. "Third Uncle … Third Uncle, help Shaohua …"
An old man whose hair had been dyed with the wind and frost of time shook his head slightly. "Let's not talk about the picture of a hundred butterflies crossing flowers. Miss Qingqing counted fifteen colors in less than three breaths. Shaohua only saw ten. She really doesn't have talent in this area. You'd better not force her."
After the old man's words, Ye Shaohua clearly saw that the speaking woman's figure swayed, as if she was about to fall.
It was not suitable to receive the plot at the moment. Ye Shaohua held the embroidery in one hand and supported the woman with the other.
"Pack up and move out of the warm room." Seeing that the farce without any suspense had ended, the middle-aged man finally opened his mouth and said the last sentence. "This farce ends here."
When he spoke, Ye Shaohua glanced at him. Naturally, she saw the way he looked at her. It was very strange.
This made Ye Shaohua very puzzled. Logically speaking, she should be the middle-aged man's daughter …
"But master, Shaohua has always been weak. It's winter now. Can you let her stay for a few more days? At least after the winter …" The woman seemed to want to say something else.
The middle-aged man looked at her coldly. "Hui niang was born in Qingqing's early years. The doctor said that you must live in the warm room during the winter. I will let someone keep an eye on you. Move out of here within two hours."
"But …" The woman still wanted to argue.
Ye Shaohua sighed and supported her. She whispered, "Mother, let's move out."
The woman seemed to be stunned by her compromise today.
The middle-aged man ignored the mother and daughter. She turned and left. "Qingqing, let's go to the front hall first. This morning, the shopkeeper of the Jiangling embroidery workshop brought the Hu people's embroidery over. I'll take you to see it."
The middle-aged man turned and said to a girl who was no more than fifteen years old.
The way he spoke was completely different from Ye Shaohua. When he spoke to Ye Qingqing, there was an obvious smile on his face, and even his tone became much gentler.
Ye Shaohua saw that before the girl turned around, she slowly smiled at Ye Shaohua.
However, seeing that Ye Shaohua didn't have any reaction, he felt a little bored.
Seeing that Ye Qingqing was about to go out, the servants around her hurriedly followed her, fanning her and looking for an umbrella. Their attitudes were respectful and fawning.
When Ye Mu saw the middle-aged man's heartless appearance, she wiped her tears and then went into the room, sobbing and packing up.
Not far away, there was a servant waiting for Ye Shaohua's mother and daughter to pack up.
At this moment, there is no one. Ye Shaohua looks around.
Seeing the embroidery rack placed a few meters away, Ye Shaohua's mind was completely empty about embroidery. She only saw a row of embroidery threads placed on the embroidery rack, from light to dark colors, which were divided into 15 bundles.
It should have been Ye Qingqing's classification.
The third granduncle did not leave with Ye Qingqing and the others.
When he saw Ye Shaohua's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh. "Don't look, Shaohua. If you don't have the talent for embroidery, it's useless no matter how many years you practice. You can't even distinguish 15 colors. Not to mention embroidery skills, you're worse than others in color matching …"
Ye Shaohua squinted at the row of threads on the embroidery rack. Hearing this, she couldn't help but frown. "No, it's 19 colors."
Although the physical quality of this world is garbage, Ye Shaohua has a strong soul.
After transmigrating to this world, her body has also been infiltrated by soul power, and her five senses are naturally stronger than before.
But this body is really bad. She pants after taking two steps. It seems that she needs to take good care of it.
"Nineteen?" When the third granduncle heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then frowned at Ye Shaohua, his face a little serious. "Failure is not shameful."
He thought that the little girl had lost in two competitions, so she couldn't bear to say this.
Ye Shaohua glanced at him, then took two steps forward and divided the 15 colors. The embroidery threads with particularly similar colors were put aside again and divided into 19 bundles.
After the division, she didn't say anything and went straight to help her mother in this world pack up her things.
And the third granduncle has been staring at the 19 bundles of embroidery threads outside.
After all, he grew up in the embroidery workshop. Under the sun for half an hour, his forehead was sweating, and he could barely see the four kinds of embroidery threads that were almost the same.
Because of this, when he came back to his senses.
When he saw Ye Shaohua and Ye Mu coming out with the package, he looked at Ye Shaohua's eyes with a slight trace of regret. "Are you leaving now?"
Ye Mu looked very depressed. "I'm useless, dragging Shaohua down …"
The third granduncle didn't know what to say. He just took out an ingot of silver from his pocket and put it in Ye Mu's hand under all kinds of excuses.
At first, when Ye Shaohua could barely distinguish ten colors, the third granduncle didn't feel anything when he saw her.
But now … She can distinguish these 19 colors. Ye Qingqing, the most talented person in the Ye family, can only distinguish 15 kinds.
It's a good thing to be able to distinguish 15 kinds. Unfortunately … There's no aura in embroidery skills.
Ye Shaohua didn't say anything to the third granduncle. She just took the package and helped Ye Mu walk out step by step.
Behind them, the maids and servants who had been serving them all looked at them coldly.
In particular, an old woman spat out a melon seed shell on Ye Mu's shoes.
People in the warm pavilion know that Ye's mother and Ye Shaohua have no status in Ye's house. They, the servants of the former master, will not have a good color to see them. They are all thinking about how to flatter the new lady.
Ye Shaohua helped Ye Mu go out, but she didn't expect.
When passing the hall, she met a man in white clothes.
The man's steps were very fast. Ye Mu obviously knew him. When she saw him, she opened her mouth. "Yanqiu?"
Meng Yanqiu heard Ye Mu's words and paused for a moment. "Auntie," he paused and looked at Ye Shaohua with obscure eyes. "Miss Ye."
When Ye Mu heard Meng Yanqiu's unfamiliar voice, she couldn't help but feel strange. Meng Yanqiu was still very familiar with her daughter. What's wrong with him today?
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