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In Xionggui Town, Wu Zhe and others found a guest room and planned to arrange for the two of them to settle down and serve as a bridal chamber, and they will slowly find a shopkeeper in the future.
Then he found a tavern next to him and organized the wedding urgently.
Fortunately, the wedding banquet in this world is not demanding on the time, and when things happen suddenly, even the blacksmith shop collapses, and if there is a chance to get married, no one pays so much attention to it.
More importantly, afraid of long nights and dreams, hurry up and organize the wedding banquet, and it will become a de facto marriage.
"Want to hold a wedding banquet?" The tavern manager suddenly became worried when he heard this.
"Help your waiters and all the relatives and friends you know. This is the silver tael for your tavern, and the banquet is not included." Zong Zhilian threw a twenty tael introduction on the table, clattering The sound immediately made the tavern manager and the guys stare straight.
Dang lang lang lang—another sound, and another twenty liang was thrown out. Zong Zhilian said proudly: "This is a tip for you, and if it is done, it will be a tip of twenty taels per person."
Then Zong Zhilian took out two large bank notes and shook them.
In a small town, how many big customers can you meet in a year who get dozens of taels of reward for every purchase
Even the shopkeeper and the buddies, all with red eyes and full power.
In the tavern, under the money offensive, the guys hung up lanterns and festoons.
Even the shopkeeper asked the mother-in-law and children to temporarily cut a large number of red decals, and took out the red lanterns that were only used during the Chinese New Year.
The closed shop of the cloth shop owner was knocked open again, and the red and green cloths were picked up by the staff and ran away, screaming and recording them on the account. Of course, this account is for Zong Zhilian.
In the tavern, Wang Dachui and his wife were very embarrassed and kept thanking each other.
"You don't have to be polite, it's because we are destined to be with you. Lovers will eventually get married, and I'm willing to help with this." Zong Zhilian is indeed a wealthy man with no place to spend, so it's just a matter of time to do this kind of thing The rise is lively.
And seeing Zong Zhilian sitting on a chair, shaking his fan, and hitting people with silver taels while working, he really enjoyed it.
The master craftsman of the tailor shop had already closed the shop after sunset, but was smashed open by the guy who was bent on earning tips, and he was half pulled and half invited to rush to make clothes on the spot.
"Hmph, it's so unreasonable to make arrangements in such a panic." The master was very upset, obviously not happy.
He was quite famous in the nearby towns, so he put on a show.
Just as Zong Zhilian was about to throw money at him, Wu Zhe rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it!"
Mu Qingya hurriedly stopped Wu Zhe, afraid that her menstruation would bother her physically and mentally, so she really beat up the master tailor...
"I mean I make clothes by hand." Wu Zhe once learned the skills secretly when customizing clothes, so he snatched the old master's needle scissors box that the buddy helped to carry: "Lend me to use it. "
"Huh, little girl doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth! Can you tell that this tailoring process is completely different from your daughter's female celebrity? You must pay attention to the ten major skills of viewing, touching, punching, cutting, covering, kneading, pulling, flicking, shaking, and pulling... "The old master twitched his beard, pretended to be reserved and half-raised his head, and preached. He didn't pay any attention to Wu Zhe's busy work in the pile of cloth. He just said to himself: "Young girl, don't be too high-minded. , the hand must be too low. If the craftsmanship is not enough, the good fabric will be damaged, it is really... "
"Okay! The bridal hijab tailor is ready!" Wu Zhe called out.
"Hmph! I don't know how much the sky is high and the earth is thick, how exquisite the stitches and threads of the red-headed handkerchief are! This hijab is not just a square handkerchief, it needs [square, octagonal, six-edged and twelve-point thread], and I can't understand it without ten years of experience in helping hands. Why? Is it okay to talk so quickly?" The teacher turned around slowly, and was about to continue training the little girl Wu Zhe, but suddenly snapped his tongue: "You... uh..."
He stared blankly, and saw Wu Zhe was shaking off a bride's red scarf veil and handing it to Mu Qingya.
"You, you can't make fun of this old man?!" The old master was furious: "Since you have already prepared your clothes, what is the old man doing here?!"
"Ah? She made this now." Hu Yunshang, who had been watching from the sidelines, said honestly.
The old master stepped forward, grabbed the red-headed handkerchief from Mu Qingya's hand, looked over it over and over again: "How is it possible?! The stitches of this red-headed handkerchief are smooth, square, octagonal, six-edged, and twelve-pointed. How could it be done in the time it took to say a few words just now? This is a delicate job that even I would have to finish overnight!"
With a glance, he saw Wu Zhe tidying up some needles and balls of thread on the table, and immediately shouted: "Little girl, don't mix up the thread! Uh..."
He snorted again because he saw a piece of red cloth on the table, which happened to be missing the size of a square handkerchief.
Before he could react, Wu Zhe had grabbed the scissors again with his right hand, and pulled out a large piece of red cloth with his left hand.
"Don't waste the good cloth! Uh..." the old master hurriedly cried out distressedly, and it was the third uh.
swish—
Incomparably smooth punching and shearing techniques, without the slightest bit of stagnation in cutting movements of laymen.
Halfway through the mouth, and once it rushed to the bottom, the size cut by the red cloth was just right.
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Wu Zhe shook the red fabric that had been cut out, folded it by a yard, handed it to Hu Yunshang and Mu Qingya's helpers to pull it apart, and then moved the scissors like flying, without even making a ruler line draft, looking at Cui who was standing beside him. With a beautiful figure, I started to cut clothes.
There is a saying: Yan Feitong cuts the clouds inch by inch, and the needle pierces through the clouds. Skillful hands continue to thread the mandarin ducks, and even pull the red rope to weave the marriage.
Wu Zhe's scissors are like flying, not to mention other people, even this old master who has been immersed in knives and scissors for decades is a little dazed.
Wu Zhe still felt that it was not enough, so he took the spare scissors in the needle scissors box with his left hand, and cut the cloth with both hands.
Double scissors fly together!
This, this... Impossible!
Legend has it that the one who cuts a line of top skills...
Shuangfeiyan!
The old master still rubbed his eyes under the bright candlelight of the tavern. He couldn't believe that this legendary skill, which only the chief official of Qidu possessed, could be seen today.
That’s not to mention, when the basic red cloth was cut out, Wu Zhe took the needle and threaded it with both hands, and began to sew the clothes at the same time.
Go with both needles! Even worse than Shuangfeiyan's threading skills!
The invited master tailor took two steps back in disbelief, and sat on the ground with a plop.
When others rushed to help, the master almost cried: "You bully people, bully people! If she is here, you still invite me. It's really, really embarrassing to kill me!"
The wedding banquet was being prepared in a hurry, and it was not ready till one o'clock at night.
Wu Zhe and others attended as guests. Although not many people participated, there was no shortage of festive atmosphere when lovers got married.
Wu Zhe had already changed into a new suit, and originally wanted to join in the fun and be a matchmaker. But Mu Qingya reminded her that there was something important to do, so she gave up resentfully.
A string of firecrackers sounded, blasting the night into red.
The hasty marriage was finally done. (To be continued.)