"It's really immoral!"
On the bustling and noisy street, a carriage was parked beside the street, and at this moment there was such a light spit from the carriage.
Yingge took a small sip and looked away.
Sitting beside her was a girl wearing a lotus-colored makeup and a pleated skirt with white teeth. I saw that her skin was better than snow, her face was gorgeous, but she was dignified and beautiful. Her hair was in a bun with clouds, and only a jasper hairpin was on her hair.
She was clearly dressed as a girl's family, but she wore a woman's hair in a bun, making it difficult to identify her identity.
This woman and Yingge were looking in the same direction, which was the most eye-catching existence around.
Originally, Yingge jokingly showed her that there was a fat man over there who actually married a sweet wife. It was really a flower on cow dung. But what the girl saw was not the fat and thin young couple, but the man with the child on his back.
Must be a teenager.
Young and very young, but already married and had children.
This family of three looks good, especially the very young husband, who is gentle and handsome, tall and calm, just like a green bamboo standing in the mountains, elegant and graceful.
Obviously this person is also wearing a cloth shirt, and it seems that his family is not rich, but it just makes people feel a calm and noble spirit.
The girl with the lotus and lotus-colored beehive just looked at it. Although this person is outstanding in appearance, it is not that she has never seen someone more outstanding than him. The reason why she will look at it more is because he has a special appearance on the back of the child, and the doll behind him is very similar to him. .
Going to look at the woman next to him again, there is a feeling that this woman has humiliated the father and son. It's not that the little daughter-in-law is not good-looking, but what should I say, it's not in her eyes anyway.
She was about to withdraw her eyes when she saw the husband suddenly smile and feed the candied haws in his hand into the mouth of the little daughter-in-law. The little daughter-in-law took a shy and timid bite, and she immediately felt that this scene was a bit dazzling.
Inexplicably, I felt a little unhappy in my heart, and Liu Mei frowned.
"Girl, let's go. It's said that the temple fair in Hua'er Market Street is lively, and it's not too much for slaves to watch it. It's not as lively as the New Year's Day every year. It's a little long when you came out. If you let Mrs. I know, the slaves will definitely be reprimanded."
Hearing this, the girl retracted her gaze and glanced at the girl impatiently: "Let's go then." She originally wanted to go out to get some air, but the crowd was so crowded that she lost her interest.
Yingge hurried to tell the driver that the carriage moved and gradually drove into the crowd.
No one saw this scene, just like the pedestrians on this street like flowing water, but they were all passing by in a hurry.
…
Xue Tingxiang wanted to stuff Zhao'er into his mouth again, but Zhao'er didn't want to eat it anymore.
In order to cover up, he led his head forward.
This flower market deserves to be a flower market. There are all kinds of flowers, from various treasures to wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, it is like a sea of flowers.
There are acacia, crape myrtle, pomegranate, jasmine, rose, tuna, June snow, dianthus, bark lotus, everything. In particular, these flower sellers are also whimsical. They originally transplanted flowers that were only on trees and transplanted into flower pots. Those flower trees have also been shrunk many times. At first glance, they don't look like they are alive, but they are carved out of jade.
Zhao'er looked strange and couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but was stopped by the flower dealer.
"Don't touch it, if it is damaged, you can't afford my potted plant!"
This is a bit insulting, Zhao'er asked how much money, and the flower seller quoted a price, Zhao'er was stunned.
He also seemed to see that this woman was ignorant, and the flower vendor didn't mean to look down on people. It was really expensive, and it was really damaged. His hard work for a few months was in vain.
The flower seller explained two sentences with a somewhat embarrassed face, and Zhao'er didn't take it at all. If she had known that this item was real and so expensive, she would not have touched it casually.
At this time, Xue Tingxiang, who was carrying Hong'er, also followed and asked her what was wrong. Zhao'er didn't say what happened just now, but said that the flower tree looked so beautiful, but it was too expensive.
Such a pot costs five hundred taels of silver, which is not something ordinary people like Zhao'er can afford.
But Xue Tingxiang was not stupid, and he could guess what happened. He glanced at the flower vendor and walked away with Zhao'er.
The flower vendor couldn't help fighting a cold war, feeling that the man's eyes were cold and a little intimidating. But he didn't think much about it, he just thought he was an illusion, and immediately went back to selling.
"There are more than five hundred taels of real potted flowers and trees, and they won't be sold in such a place." Walking forward, Xue Tingyan said to Zhao'er beside him.
Zhao'er blinked: "Then what do you mean, that flower tree is fake?" She was a little unconvinced, she just touched it, the petals were soft and could not be fake.
"It's not fake, but the way of planting is wrong, and the lifespan is limited. If you look at the vigorous bloom now, the flowers may fade in ten days, but the tree will not die, it will not bloom again."
"Ah, then what do you mean, that person is deceived?"
Xue Tingxiang snorted slightly: "It's not a fool. It takes years to develop a real high-quality potted plant, but how can a hawker like them spend years to raise a pot of flowers and trees, I am afraid that the whole family will starve to death. So they It is opportunistic, only the shape is made, but the essence is not made, and it is only one season, and it will fail after the season. So this thing is sold at a very low price, and it is worth hundreds of taels, and a real top-grade pot is almost thousands of taels. ."
Zhao'er was first surprised, then puzzled: "How did you know?"
Xue Tingxiang paused and replied, "I heard what people said."
Zhao'er nodded, but fell into contemplation. After a long while, he raised his head and said, "Tell me, how much money can we sell if we make a pot of fake flowers like this?"
Xue Tingxiang was still a little ignorant.
Zhao'er added: "I'm not talking about the fake flowers that flower vendors sell, but the whole thing is fake. You can use real potted plants and soil, but the flowers and trees can be replaced with other things, for example, you can use silk for flowers. Cloth or silk, tree trunks and branches can be made of wood…”
The more she said that there were more ideas about this in her mind, the more excited people became: "Since some people are willing to spend a few hundred taels to buy fake flowers that only bloom for one season, if we make fake flowers, there will definitely be people who are willing to buy them. You must only do this one, you can do all of them, not only flowers and trees, but also other flowers. Even pearl flowers and azaleas, as long as they can be as fake as the real ones, why would there be no business!"
Under the fine sunlight, Zhao'er's eyes shone brightly, as if there were countless shining stars hidden inside.
Xue Tingxiang was a little stunned. There seemed to be a picture in front of him. In the middle of winter, the snow was flying, but there were countless colorful flowers blooming all over the streets and alleys.
Has she found a new way
Inexplicably, he had some expectations.
At this time, Mao Badou and the others came over.
Mao Badou was still shouting why Xue Tingxiang didn't wait for them. Zhao'er stopped talking and seemed a little impatient: "Let's not go shopping, let's go back, I have something to say."
"What's up?"
"Some ideas for business."
It's also too crowded on the road, people are going to be people, Mao Badou and the others don't want to go shopping for a long time. Hearing what Zhao'er said, the group simply went home.
Back home, Chen Xiulan was sitting under the eaves and looking out. As soon as she saw them coming in, she subconsciously hid in the house. Later, I also felt that this was wrong, and timidly walked out and called people next to each other.
The little girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, very thin, her hair was thin and yellow, and she was very thin, and looked pitiful.
Seeing Chen Xiulan like this, Zhao'er was inexplicably distressed. But there is no way, after so long, Chen Xiulan still can't change this fear of people.
She didn't know it before, but only after listening to Xue Tingxiang said that Chen Xiulan did this for a reason.
Chen Jian's father was a boy and the only scholar in the village. Originally, the Chen family had a peaceful and happy life, but since Chen Jian's father fell ill, the situation has completely changed. First, in order to treat his father's illness, the family became a clan. After Chen Jian's father passed away, the faces of the relatives who greeted him with smiles changed.
All in all, what the orphans and widows suffered, Chen Jian's mother and son all suffered. Later, after Chen Jian's mother died of illness due to overwork, only Chen Jian and his sister Chen Xiulan were left.
By this time, the Chen family's house and land were running out. Even so, Chen Jian never gave up studying, because before his father and his mother died, what they were thinking about was that he would be able to take the exam and be honored in the lintel.
But Chen Jian was going to the school to study, and he was destined to not be able to bring his sister with him, so he left her at home alone. At first, Chen Jian didn't know, but it was an accident that he learned that his sister was often bullied, and these people who bullied her were still relatives like cousins.
In fact, Chen Xiulan is much better now. In the past, when her brother was absent, she never went out. Now, at least she dares to go out of the house alone, and she also dares to contact other people.
"Xiulan, can you help me watch some Hong'er? Sister Zhao'er has something to tell with Sister Tao'er and the others."
Chen Xiulan nodded obediently, and took Hong'er from Zhao'er. Honger ran around when she got off the ground, and she followed behind and watched honestly.
Zhao'er sighed secretly, knowing that this situation could not be changed overnight, so she put away her thoughts and went into the room, talking to Xue Taoer and the others about her previous thoughts.
Zhao'er has always been an activist, doing what he wants.
Xue Tao'er and Lin Yanran's needlework is good, and they can give her a lot of ideas on color matching and material selection. And making silk flowers is not a secret. Several people will do it. The three of them discuss and improve at the same time. They have tried many things, and they have succeeded and some failed. They have also overturned many ideas. All in all, they are very busy for many days.
Seeing how busy they were, Chen Xiulan also remembered what her brother said to help the family more, talk to Sister Zhao'er and the others more, and fight by the side.
Seeing that Sister Zhao'er and the others worked so hard to stick a flower, she thought about it while watching it. After watching it for two days, she suddenly suggested: "Sister Zhao'er, I see that this fabric is laborious to sizing, and it has to be baked before it can be formed. If there is no weight in your hand, a flower will come again. You say Can you use something to make a shape, and then cover it with fabric, that thing can hold up the fabric, as soft as you want, as hard as you want, and it’s convenient for lace…”
Seeing Zhao'er staring straight at her, she felt timid in her heart and hurriedly said, "I'm just talking about it, it's a mess, you don't have to worry about it, Sister Zhao'er."
"Wait, you said to support the fabric with something as soft as you want, and as hard as you want..."
Chen Xiulan rubbed her hands nervously: "I'm just cranky..."
Zhao'er interrupted her and asked Lin Yanran, "Sister Yanran, what can you say that can hold up the fabric and be soft or hard?"
"This-"
"And can change shape at will?"
Lin Yanran pondered for a while, then hesitated: "If it is to support the fabric, it reminds me of the cloth support used for embroidery, which is made of wood or bamboo. Do you think it can be done with bamboo? Bamboo has excellent toughness, that is—" She paused, wondering: "I'm afraid I can't change the shape at will."
Several people looked at each other in dismay, and couldn't think of anything that could do what Chen Xiulan said.
Chen Xiulan was even more cramped, feeling that she was causing trouble, and repeatedly told Zhao'er that she was just thinking wildly. But Zhao'er was very persistent. Seeing that everyone couldn't think of it, she naturally thought of Xue Tingxiang.
She hurried to find Xue Tingxiang.
After listening to Zhao'er's narration, Xue Tingxiang pondered: "Actually, you can do what you said, many things can be, gold and silver will do. Well, I'll go out later, the blacksmith shop should have something like what you said. thing."
After that, Xue Tingxiang went out.
When he came back after almost half an hour, he handed Zhao'er a roll of things.
The whole body is dark, that is, the thickness of a few hairs. Xue Tingxiang said that this thing is called iron wire, and it can be made by a blacksmith shop.
Zhao'er was very excited to get something, turned around and left.
After showing the things to Xue Tao'er and the others, they started working. Among them, Chen Xiulan moved the fastest. This initial thought was what she thought, and she naturally knew how to operate it.
I saw that she made a hoop with iron wire, leaving some leftovers at the tail, and then picked a piece of silk of the right size and covered it on the hoop. She did it several times in a row, each with the same steps. After doing more than ten in a row, she picked up one and pinched it into the shape of a flower bud, then picked up other petals and placed them next to the flower bud, and finally used the tied with a cotton thread.
After tying it up, she fiddled with the petals with her hands and adjusted their positions.
Because the edges of the petals are held up with iron wires, it is very easy to shape, and she saw her thin hands flying up and down, and a fake flower was made in a matter of seconds. The whole flower is pink, very delicate, and the petals seem to be curled and not curled, which is vivid. The only thing is that there are no green leaves and no stamens.
"Sister Zhao'er, look at this, it's much simpler. You don't need to sizing, bake, and press the edges many times. You can adjust the curl of the petals any way you want. As for the leaves and stamens, I think your previous That’s all it takes, and of course you can change one or two things.”
Chen Xiulan said while moving. She picked up the stamens and green leaves that they had prepared before and placed them on the flowers, and the flowers suddenly became much more alive.
In fact, what has really troubled Zhaoer and them, in addition to the cumbersome process of making flowers, is the most important problem of stereotypes.
The silk flowers sold on the market today are all made of fabric.
Big or small, the smallest is the cheapest, but a big flower is several times more expensive than a small one. Without him, it is because the fabric is soft, and the petals are naturally large when the flower is large, and there is no way to set the shape.
And if you want to set the shape, you can only sizing and then bake.
But the flowers made just like this are too rigid. In order to make the flowers 'real', the people who make flowers need more steps to process the flowers. For example, using a soldering iron to press out the veins of the petals, and roasting the curls of the petals with fire, it often takes a lot of effort and manpower to make a flower.
And Chen Xiulan's method solved these drawbacks very well, and the production speed was also improved a lot.
"Xiulan, your hands are so skillful!"
Zhao'er and others expressed their admiration. It was probably the first time that Chen Xiulan encountered such a situation, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
"I just have nothing to do with my thoughts."
"Your idea is very good, how can you call it crazy? We are in the groping stage now, so we have to do this kind of crazy thinking. In the future, you will make flowers with us. You can say whatever you have. We have discussions and discussions and strive for Get this business done…”
In the days that followed, Zhao'er and the others devoted themselves to making flowers.
And Chen Xiulan is probably the first time someone has been entrusted with an important task, and she has been praised by everyone. She is very excited, and she is very interested in making flowers. Every day I see her holding wire loops, all kinds of fabrics, and all kinds of flowers in her hands. She also dared to go to the street alone, just to see more real flowers and imitate the appearance of real flowers.
To this end, she proposed to Zhao'er the idea of making a gradient base color for the petals.
Flowers of the same color may not look real enough. The reason why real flowers are loved by everyone is that they are obviously the same species, but each flower cannot be exactly the same and special. From each leaf to each petal, there will be subtle differences in color due to different sunlight.
And these differences are the key to whether the flower is real or not.
Because the female family members of the family are so interested in making fake flowers, several men inevitably pay attention to it. In order to please their daughters-in-law, Mao Badou and the others couldn't help but give ideas while they were studying.
It was a joyous occasion, and the time was in this joy, and it gradually arrived at the beginning of August.
On the day when Shuntian Prefecture held the township examination, Li Datian received unprecedented treatment, and everyone sent him to the Gongyuan together. Before going in, Li Datian also joked that if he couldn't get in like this, he would be shameless to face Jiang Dong's elders.
Finally got hit.