Rebirth and making money first

Chapter 114 Weird Teaching

Finally finishing her work, Zhang Jing decided to go to the cafeteria for lunch. After a quick meal, she hurried back to the dormitory, set her alarm for an hour, and quickly fell into a nap.

However, when the alarm clock rang, Zhang Jing couldn't help but curse herself: "Why do I have to be so studious? Who would make clothes by hand nowadays?" But if she didn't get up, she was worried that she would be laughed at by her godmother.

She lingered in bed for a while, muttering to herself, "I'm so sleepy! Am I just asking for trouble?" Despite thinking so, she still opened her eyes with difficulty, forced herself to stay awake, and slowly got out of bed.

After forcing herself to wash her face, Zhang Jing slowly combed her hair, rubbed her face, changed her clothes, and walked towards Mrs. Xu's room. Along the way, she felt her steps were a little heavy, as if every step required all her strength.

The nursing home was exceptionally quiet at this moment, with the residents and their caregivers enjoying a relaxing afternoon nap. The entire place seemed serene, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Zhang Jing walked softly, afraid to disturb the resting residents.

She came to Mrs. Xu's door and knocked gently, but there was no movement from inside. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that Mrs. Xu might be sleeping too deeply and didn't hear the knock. So she decided to gently push the door open and see what was going on inside.

After entering the room, she found Mrs. Xu fast asleep, her breathing even and deep. Zhang Jing stood quietly by the bed, looking at Mrs. Xu's peaceful face, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She knew that Mrs. Xu was as important to her as a family member, and she was willing to do her best to take care of her.

Zhang Jing called her softly a few times before Mrs. Xu slowly woke up. She looked at her with sleepy eyes and said vaguely, "Don't study today. Let's make a new time when I wake up." After that, she closed her eyes again and continued to sleep.

Zhang Jing sighed helplessly, turned around and left, returning to her room. This ordeal had completely robbed her of sleep, and she decided to refocus on finding inspiration for her novel. She also put the task of creating an outline on the agenda.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jing read novels by other authors, hoping to understand what they were writing about. She meticulously analyzed the plot and character development of each novel, hoping to draw some creative inspiration. Before she knew it, her lunch break was over, and it was time to work again.

Zhang Jing stretched and stretched her body, then walked out of the room to go to work. She passed by the nursing home's garden and saw that it was full of various flowers and plants, which were colorful and beautiful.

The nursing home also has many plantations where grapes, strawberries, cherry tomatoes, jujubes, dragon fruit, mangoes, etc. are grown, as well as fishing areas. These are all leisure and entertainment facilities provided by the nursing home for outsiders and are also one of the highlights that attract tourists to visit.

During holidays, this place attracts many people to visit the garden to pick fruits and enjoy the fun of rural life. However, in order not to affect the rest and life of the elderly, the nursing home area is divided to avoid conflicts with tourists.

Zhang Jing knew the fruit was fresh, but a bit pricey. Considering her pregnancy, she couldn't afford to skimp on that. When Ah Chen came to pick her up, she dragged him along to pick some fresh fruit to take home. Ah Chen was as happy as a child when he saw the fruit.

The two returned home with a full bag, and gave some to their grandfather and parents-in-law, and left some for dinner. Grandpa told them to eat by themselves and not to give him too much, as it would be a waste if he couldn't finish it.

Zhang Jing took the opportunity to ask about Achen's insurance. Grandpa said that the insurance company would not insure people like Achen. He also asked about it, but there was nothing he could do. Zhang Jing sighed.

That night, Ah Chen went to chant while Zhang Jing continued working on her novel. All was well, but the bedtime story stumped Zhang Jing, who had forgotten about the book. She had to tell Ah Chen about Journey to the West, but before she could finish her sentence, Ah Chen said he'd seen the TV series.

Zhang Jing said, "In that case, you can tell the story to the baby next time." Ah Chen said that he couldn't remember it, and Zhang Jing was disappointed again. They had to go to sleep. Ah Chen said, "Ah Jing, don't be angry! If you want to hear a story, I learned it and told it to you!"

Zhang Jing thought, this situation needs a workaround. Instead of telling stories, she might as well teach Ah Chen a song. She asked Ah Chen, "Can you sing?" Ah Chen said he could sing "Little Swallow." Zhang Jing immediately became interested and asked him to sing it.

As soon as Ah Chen started singing, he was out of tune. Zhang Jing quickly stopped him. She found it difficult to find something to do before bed. She had to find another way.

After careful consideration, Mrs. Xu decided to schedule the lesson between 4 and 5 p.m. She could only teach for 40 minutes, leaving Zhang Jing to rely on herself for the rest. "A teacher can only lead you in, but the practice is up to you," Zhang Jing said, explaining that she was still a novice and asked her godmother to teach her diligently.

Old Mrs. Xu said that her master had treated her the same way. She held her breath and endured so much hardship before she finally learned. She was much more polite to Zhang Jing, not charging tuition and giving her all she had, "Just be content!"

Mrs. Xu's teaching was scattershot, one moment discussing fabrics, the next design, the next, buttons... Zhang Jing didn't dare object, listening and taking notes. She was thinking, "With this bizarre teaching, I'm probably the only one here. I wonder how much I can learn?"

"Focus and don't get distracted! By the way, where was I just now?" After scolding Zhang Jing, Mrs. Xu asked Zhang Jing again, making Zhang Jing suspect that she had Alzheimer's disease. She hurriedly answered her question.

Zhang Jing looked at the energetic old lady Xu in front of her and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She wondered when she could learn the craftsmanship of old lady Xu. So she took the opportunity to ask old lady Xu: "Godmother, how long does it take for someone like me to learn and make a piece of clothing independently?"

Mrs. Xu smiled and replied, "You can learn it today." Zhang Jing didn't believe it, thinking that Mrs. Xu was joking. She quickly said, "Godmother, I'm telling the truth, not kidding!"

"I'm serious, too. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself," Mrs. Xu replied seriously. She then picked up a piece of fabric, carefully folded it, and instructed Zhang Jing to cut diagonally in a certain direction.

However, Zhang Jing seemed hesitant, fearing she might damage the fabric. Seeing this, Mrs. Xu couldn't help but complain, "Why are you so timid? Are you afraid of scaring the fabric? Cut it quickly!" She snatched the scissors from Zhang Jing and quickly cut the fabric. Then, she unfolded the fabric, pulled it over her body, and used the remaining scraps to create a matching bow, securing it to her chest.

Finally, she tied a decorative belt around her waist. In an instant, a fashionable and stylish skirt appeared in front of Zhang Jing, as if it had been given life.

"Wow! You are so amazing! I must learn this skill!" Zhang Jing was amazed and admired Mrs. Xu's skills.

Zhang Jing was as excited as if she had received a shot of chicken blood. Mrs. Xu was also very proud. Seeing that Zhang Jing was also motivated, she asked her to open her notebook and write down the methods she taught her. She also drew simple diagrams next to them.

Mrs. Xu showed Zhang Jing several ways to wear the fabric, which made Zhang Jing even more excited. She hadn't expected Mrs. Xu's teaching to be so interesting.

"That's all I'll teach you today. Practice more when you have time. When using old newspapers for cutting, be brave enough to use the scissors! If you make a mistake, you can fix it later."

Zhang Jing thought, try not to damage it, that's all money! She planned to buy more cloth and make herself a few simple skirts like this. "Godmother, I want to make a few more skirts like this as maternity skirts. Is there any other way to make them?"

"Of course! You have to learn to apply what you have learned to other situations, and not be limited to just one method."

"Then I'll take some time to buy a few more pieces of cloth and practice. How much of each piece should I buy?"

Mrs. Xu said that each type of cloth has different widths, patterns, and textures, and its uses are also different. If you want to buy one, buy two meters first to try it out.

"Godmother, please go slower, I can't remember it!"

Old Mrs. Xu said disdainfully, "Why are you so stupid? Pregnancy really makes you stupid for three years!"

Zhang Jing didn't take it seriously, saying she would work hard. She noticed that when Mrs. Xu talked about tailoring, she became a different person. She looked younger and full of energy.

It seems that everyone needs to have their own hobbies, otherwise they will be very lonely when they get old.