Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!

28: Chapter 28 In the Palm of the Hand_1 28: Chapter 28 In the Palm of the Hand_1 Everyone received a piece of fabric to make clothes, and there was still plenty left over.

Zhulan eyed the light-colored fabric intended for the little girl with envy; she wished she could make one for herself, but unfortunately, she could no longer do that.

As a grandmother, daring to wear such clothes out in public would be considered improper, and she would be subjected to gossip, affecting the reputation of the entire Zhou family’s women.

Zhulan looked at the dark fabric in her hands, her heart aching so much she felt it hurt to breathe.

“Damn the ancient times,” she thought.

Lady Zhao was overjoyed since her mother-in-law also gave her fabric.

Now she would have new clothes to wear.

Her mother-in-law did favor her.

“Mother,” she said.

Upon hearing the whining tone, Zhulan shuddered, truly intimidated by Lady Zhao.

She quickly grabbed a piece of fine cotton cloth, “Cut this into five parts.”

Lady Zhao held back her tears, and Zhulan let out a sigh of relief after the cutting was done.

She truly admired Lady Zhao, who could divide it into five equal parts without even using a ruler.

Such tactile skill was not something ordinary people possessed.

Zhulan took out a piece, “This is for making undergarments for Yushuang and the unborn child.

There, you can take your family’s fabric and go home to sew.”

She really didn’t want to stay with Lady Zhao anymore, fearing it would impact her own sanity.

Lady Zhao, holding the fabric, seemed like she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Zhulan ignored her with a cold face throughout, and when Lady Zhao finally left, Zhulan sighed with relief.

Afterward, she organized the fabric for her eldest son’s family.

Looking at the leftover pieces, she felt frustrated.

Although the original body knew how to make simple clothing, just having the memory wasn’t enough for her to actually know how to do it.

Her two young sons would be considered just kids in the modern age, one in middle school and the other in elementary school, but in ancient times, they were treated as adults.

At their age, it would be inappropriate for their sister-in-law to make their clothes.

The ancient times were very particular about avoiding any impropriety; any negligence was seen as a family’s moral failing, so she had to do it herself.

Just having the memories wasn’t enough even to cut the fabric, let alone make the clothes.

Zhulan felt even more distressed when she thought about making clothes for herself and Zhou Shuren!

“Mother, Mother,” a voice called out.

Zhulan’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Oh, right, she had a daughter.

“What is it, Xue Han?”

Xue Han ran in, “Second brother brought back third brother and fourth brother.

Father said to ask Mother to take some dough and make dumpling soup for third brother and fourth brother.”

After speaking, she licked her lips; the dumpling soup at noon had been so delicious.

Zhulan then remembered that only her home had three meals a day.

The two sons who were studying would go hungry at midday.

The two boys didn’t mind; they were used to hunger anyway.

The original body, being a mother, felt heartache over this.

She would have liked to prepare a small separate meal for them, but her husband had disagreed.

According to his view, hunger sharpened the mind; studying was not about enjoying oneself.

And so, despite three meals a day at home, the two studying boys were hungry every day!

Zhulan, “…..”

Xue Han noticed her mother was distracted, “Mother?”

Zhulan smiled, “I will get the dough.

Can you help Mother sort out the fabric, Xue Han?”

Xue Han’s eyes sparkled with joy, “Yes, Mother.”

Zhulan handed the fabric for her eldest son’s family to Lady Li in the kitchen, “This is for your family.

Go make some new clothes for everyone in your family.”

Lady Li had been eyeing Lady Zhao.

Seeing Lady Zhao receive fabric had scratched at her heart like a cat’s claws.

Assessing that her piece was larger than what Lady Zhao had received, Lady Li smiled sweetly, “Thank you, Mother.”

“Sure, I’m going to fetch the dough.

You make dumpling soup for the third and fourth sons, just add an egg if there’s no more bone broth,” said Zhulan.

Lady Li, having received a favor, readily agreed without any sourness.

Zhulan was truly striving for absolute fairness, and as for dividing the family, she had never considered it; Zhou Shuren was preparing for the imperial examinations, and family harmony was essential.

Without dividing the family, everyone was kept under control, reducing the chances of chaos.

But if they were to split, no one would be in charge, and who knew what trouble might arise!

Zhulan didn’t have much confidence in her two daughters-in-law!