Shen Qingqing looked at the hazy shadows of the trees outside the courtyard and said with a smile: "It's getting cold. Mom will teach you how to make some kinds of coats to keep out the cold. Go call your dad to bring some paper and pen.
Hongying, who was blowing air on the roof, heard the words and came over quickly, "Sister, look at my skirt, it's almost faded. Can you give me a new one? And what kind of jacket is there? I'll get one too, thank you.
Sister."
Shen Qingqing laughed at her: "Didn't a certain ghost say at the beginning that a piece of clothing can be worn for hundreds of years when it is new or hundreds of years old? It can be worn for hundreds of years after being mended. How long have you only worn this skirt? Why do you want to change it again?
New one?”
"Which ghost said that? You're so stupid. You don't even want new clothes. Unlike me, I just like to wear new clothes." Hongying hugged her arm and pretended to be stupid, "Sister, why don't you get two pieces?"
"Okay, okay, stop talking, let me do it for you."
Hearing her call her sister a few more words makes me want to vomit out my dinner.
Hongying beamed with joy and raised her hand to say goodbye. Just as she raised her hand to her head, her arm sank, and Meng Yuan's cool voice sounded from behind her: "I think you are quite free, please help hold a lamp... Don't move, just in case.
If you drop the lamp, you won't be able to make clothes."
Hongying took a deep breath and endured it for the sake of new clothes!
Meng Yuan put the tray in his hand on the table, spread out the paper and ground the ink, then handed the brush to Shen Qingqing, "Here, let's draw."
Shen Qingqing took the brush and hooked her hand at Meng Qixue, "Come here and take a look. The first one is a long cloak with a straight collar and wide sleeves. The cuffs and collar can be trimmed. Add a button here on the front. It's cheap.
Just use ordinary buckles, or if you want expensive ones, you can use jade buttons.”
"The second piece is a short coat. The color of this coat is slightly darker, such as mustard yellow, light cyan..."
Shen Qingqing spoke carefully, and Meng Qixue listened carefully. In the end, she even painted two pieces by herself. It must be said that she is talented in this aspect, and the colors and patterns are all very harmonious.
Meng Qixue is also very satisfied with her work, "Tomorrow I will go to Uncle Xue and ask him to help make these two clothes, one for my mother and one for that mother."
The little kid is pretty good at carrying water.
Shen Qingqing smiled: "I want a shorter one, so I can wear it neatly when working. I want a different color, light cyan."
Meng Qixue gestured, "Understood!"
Shen Qingqing rubbed her fleshy face and said lazily: "But according to your previous efficiency, making cheongsam and coat at the same time may not be enough. I will ask your Uncle Xue in the store tomorrow if he needs to recruit new embroiderers."
"
"Okay." Meng Qixue smiled and rubbed into her arms, "Mom, is my face funny?"
"It's fun." Shen Qingqing rubbed it twice more.
The big soft balls of meat feel great, okay?
At this time, Hongying, whose arm was almost broken when she mentioned the lantern, weakly interjected: "Big beauty, little beauty, is it my turn now?"
"We're getting ready, don't worry."
Shen Qingqing invited Meng Yuan and Meng Qixue to work together. Soon, the coats, dresses, and shoes were all made, and two pieces of each were made.
Hongying hugged her brand new clothes and was so moved that she burst into tears, "Oh, Qingqing, you are so good. I am committed to you for the rest of my life. I can't even chase you away with a lazy ball!"
A certain ball: "Don't mention me, or I will bite you to death!"
"If you bite me to death, I will say it. From now on, I will be Qingqing's ghost, and I will never leave you until life or death!"
Shen Qingqing waved her hand out in disgust, "Take your clothes and leave quickly." This flattery was simply unacceptable.
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The next day, Meng Qixue came to the clothing store and told Xue Dingjun what Shen Qingqing had told her. After hearing this, Xue Dingjun agreed: "Look for it, take as much as you can find!"
Anyway, you have a golden thigh, so what are you afraid of?
Since the new batch of skirts had not been made yet, Meng Qixue handed him the drawings she had just drawn, told him the detailed requirements, and then went home to return to Shen Qingqing.
When she returned, Shen Qingqing was distributing tea at the construction site. There were many people working, and now it was at the stage of erecting the wall. The sound of banging bricks rang cheerfully in the ears, which made people feel happy.
Meng Qixue jumped off the carriage and waved to Shen Qingqing excitedly: "Mother, I'm back! Uncle Xue said that if you want to invite people, the more people you invite, the better."
"Are you sure? If you are sure, mother can call someone."
"Where to shout?" Meng Qixue was a little confused.
"Aren't all the people in our village here?" Shen Qingqing pointed to the villagers behind her, cleared her throat and shouted loudly: "Everyone, stop for a moment, I have something to say."
"I need some good embroidery girls here. I can recommend them to wives from our village or relatives from other villages who have good skills. If you want to do it, come to my house tomorrow with some embroidery that you have made before. I will look at the embroidery and choose someone.
, as long as the craftsmanship is good, wages are not an issue.”
As soon as the news came out, all the wives in the village became active. Rural people, when they have nothing to do, like to embroider handkerchiefs and sell sachets in the town. However, these things are not valuable, and you can't make money even if you are blind.
A few coins.
If you could really get paid on a daily basis just like building a house, you would laugh out of your dreams!
That night, most of the women in the village stayed up late to embroider. The next day, Shen Qingqing opened the courtyard door with sleepy eyes. A large group of women with dark circles under their eyes stood outside, which suddenly woke her up from her drowsiness.
Shen Qingqing couldn't laugh or cry: "You guys haven't slept all night? Didn't I say just take the old embroidery?"
An aunt waved her hands repeatedly: "That won't work. The embroidery of the past cannot represent the current craftsmanship. It must be made fresh!"
"Okay, you can make it now. Let's all come in." Shen Qingqing invited the woman who was guarding outside into the yard, straightened her face and said: "Before we start, I have to tell you the rules. We will embroider things according to you.
If the embroidery is not done well or is particularly poor, you may be held accountable, so please ensure that the embroidery in your hands is done independently."
"If not, please leave the team on your own. We are all from the same village, and I don't want to cause too much trouble."
As soon as he said this, a dozen people actually quit one after another, and there were still more than thirty people left.
Shen Qingqing collected everyone's works together. He and Meng Qixue helped, and the ones with poor quality were eliminated first, and the remaining ones were selected by the three of them at the same time.
The dozen or so works Shen Qingqing got were all average. Some of them had solid basic skills, but nothing eye-catching, so it was difficult to choose...
Just as she was sighing with emotion, Meng Qixue, who was squatting aside, suddenly exclaimed: "Mom, come and see this, it's so beautiful!"
Following the sound, there was indeed a piece of beautiful embroidery spread out on the small bench in front of Meng Qixue. The flowers and butterflies on it looked as if they were alive!
Shen Qingqing's eyes lit up, her work was not in vain this time!
The style of clothes can be copied by others, but the workmanship and embroidery can be unique!
In this way, even if the clothes become popular one day, others can imitate the look, but not the essence.
"Give it to Mom, and Mom will ask who embroidered it."
Shen Qingqing took the embroidery and immediately went out to ask questions. As soon as she finished speaking, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old stood up.
The little girl is slightly chubby and has shrewd little eyes, which get even smaller when she smiles.
"It's me, I embroidered it!" This chapter has been completed!