The embroidered living things that Xicui brought were a pair of Tibetan silk brocades two meters square, and a golden embroidered picture aimed at Feng Qiuhuang. As for the embroidery threads and needles, they have to be prepared by the embroidery maid, which is not provided by the embroidery building.
"Sister Shuilin." Xicui lowered her head and called her in a low voice in shame.
"It's alright, three days should be enough. Come on, let's go to the embroidery room. Hurry up and start working." Su Shuilin took Xicui's hand, put the embroidery basket she brought up on the edge of the embroidery frame, and pulled her Go to the kitchen to clean your hands.
Seeing that Su Shuilin didn't blame herself at all, Xicui quickly packed up her mood, straightened her clothes, and washed her hands. Follow Su Shuilin back to the embroidery room.
When Su Shuilin burns a stick of sandalwood, he starts the embroidery work brought by Xicui.
"Looking at this embroidery pattern, this pair of phoenixes is made of gold thread, with silver thread attached to the bottom. The rest are emerald green tangled branches and a azure blue lake surface. The crescent moon is made of silver thread, and gold thread is attached to the bottom."
Su Shuilin placed the silk brocade on the embroidery stand, picked out the silk threads that would be used later, and divided the work with Xicui: "Xicui, I started embroidering from the phoenix, you start with the twigs, like this The two don't cross."
As soon as Xicui heard it, she nodded in agreement, and at the same time she picked up the needle and thread and wanted to start.
"Don't worry, take your time, and try not to make mistakes." Seeing this, Su Shuilin calmed down softly. Once the embroidery is started, if there is a mistake, it will be slower than the slow one. Moreover, it will also affect the overall appearance.
Although she didn't ask how much money Aunt Lao's family would have to pay if the embroidery was not completed or the quality of the finished embroidery was not up to standard, she could guess a few points from the expressions of Aunt Lao and Xicui. That's a lot of money to lose.
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This is the first time she has really come into contact with large-scale embroidery after she came to Dahuiguo.
The mandarin ducks that were embroidered on the quilt, pillowcase, pillow towel, and hijab before, or the four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum on Lin Siyao and her clothes, the most complicated needles used were single-sided and double-sided. Set embroidery. For her, there is almost no pressure, it is purely at your fingertips.
But this time is different, not to mention that what Feng Qiuhuang requires is double-sided embroidery, which is much more difficult than single-sided embroidery. And according to the embroidery pattern, it is necessary to embroider the slender and fluffy wings of the pair of phoenixes hovering one after the other under the moon, by the branches, and on the lake surface. set.
Holding the needle for a while, she saw that Xicui had already started to embroider the green tangled branch with a straight needle, and the corner of her mouth curled up, and suggested, "Xicui, if you use a rotating needle or a long and short needle to embroider the tangled branch, the color will be more realistic. Oh." After all, the embroidery sample is a very realistic ink painting, if the embroidered brocade is only similar in shape but does not have the charm, the embroidery building will seize the handle and deduct the wages.
When Xi Cui heard this, her face seemed a little embarrassed, "Sister Shui Lin, I... I'm worried that it will be too late... "
"It's too late. Let's divide the labor and we'll be able to get it out." Su Shuilin nodded towards Xicui, "If you're not in a hurry, I'll bear your compensation. But since we've agreed, we should try our best to do our best. ." Su Shuilin has an inexplicable respect and dedication to Su embroidery, if she just needs to deal with it, she would rather lose money than embroider. Because of this, Su Shuiyan always said in secret that she was stubborn and didn't know how to adapt.
Workaround? She really doesn't know. In front of a freehand and comfortable splashing ink painting, how to make her stick to the needle, on a large and expensive satin surface, lazily use a simple and easy embroidery method to cope with the complicated but realistic embroidery method. She doesn't want to do this kind of thing. Therefore, she, Su Shuilin, was able to become a first-class embroiderer who won the title of "Chief of Su Embroidery Home" for five consecutive years. But Su Shuiyan couldn't do it. But now, it was Shui Yan who represented the Su family in this prestigious international Suzhou embroidery competition.
Su Shuilin shook his head, calmed down, and started flying needles on the silk brocade.
After listening to Su Shuilin's words, Xicui made up her mind a lot. She carefully removed the straight needle that had gone through only a few stitches, and chose the rotating needle with a complex but realistic effect. He wanted to look up at the embroidery pattern, but was attracted by Su Shuilin who was focusing on embroidery.
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The beautiful but not glamorous face, the calm and calm expression, and the fast but not impatient needlework in the hands, looked even more attractive under the noon sun shining into the room through the roller blinds. Not to mention that the man has met, even her daughter who has not left the cabinet is deeply shocked to see this situation. No wonder his wife and Aunt Tian were all envious. Who else wouldn't want to marry such a woman and put it on the apex of her heart to love and pamper her
Xicui praised her heartily, she straightened her waist unconsciously, and subconsciously imitated Su Shuilin's embroidery posture. In his heart, he secretly made up his mind. Before getting married, he must have more contact with Su Shuilan, learn her skillful and delicate acupuncture skills, and learn her full-bodied graceful posture. The old man also took care of himself just like Lin Siyao did to her.
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"Ayao, I've brought food. Are they still busy?" Aunt Lao hurriedly stepped into the house with a rice basket, and greeted with a smile when Lin Siyao was loosening the soil and watering the flower bed.
Lin Siyao put down the wooden kettle in his hand, got up, and nodded to Aunt Lao, "Take it back, they only eat steamed buns at noon." Lin Siyao conveyed Su Shuilin's instructions before entering the embroidery room.
"Ah? How did that work? Let's eat some rice and vegetables. Look, I even let Cui'er's father go to the city to slaughter a pound of meat and come back to stew the braised pork." Note that the two wolf cubs under her feet had already flowed around her calf with slugs when she heard that there was meat.
"This is what Shuilin meant. I'm afraid of wasting time eating halfway through." Lin Si was indifferent, but he was really impatient. It was still the first few days of my wedding, and I was disturbed by this group of good-hearted women. Although Aunt Lao really helped him and Su Shuilin a lot, he would rather throw three taels of silver on it and let them stop messing with Shuilin. It's just a pity that now he is penniless, and all the expenses he spends are Shui Lin's body. He had to swallow his displeasure.
"Lang... A waste of time? So, the two of them plan to skip lunch at noon?" Aunt Lao couldn't help muttering repeatedly when she heard the meaning of Lin Siyao's words.
Lin Siyao nodded, then prepared to enter the kitchen, intending to steam a few steamed buns for them.
"Then... ah, Ah Yao, what's the matter? I'll leave this meal to you. When they come out, let them eat it. Don't go hungry, ah?" The basket was handed to Lin Siyao, and he didn't intend to take it, so he shoved it directly into his arms, and said, "Then I'll go back first, then what... I'll see them in the afternoon." He hurriedly stepped out of the yard.
I was puzzled, thinking about this, she was reckless after all. Seeing that Lin Siyao's body was still cold, he must have blamed himself. That's right, they are still newly married, and before Guining Day arrives, they are disturbed by the troubles caused by their daughter. Who else is in a good mood.
Ouch! Really mindless. Aunt Lao slapped her forehead hard, and muttered to rush home.