When Zheng Haizhu heard Yan Siqi mention the old things, he immediately paid more attention, fearing that he would not be able to catch the details and get involved.
Fortunately, when she was in Fujian, she was curious about historical celebrities and actually visited the small tailor shop that Yan Siqi once ran.
She was a little scared and said to Yan Siqi: "I can't remember the scenes you mentioned. But I went to see your shop before I left my hometown with Shoukuan. The owner rented it to a family.
Silk dyeing workshop.”
Yan Siqi sighed in bewilderment, walked to the window, stretched out his hand and pulled the inconspicuous hemp rope beside the window lattice.
There was a "crash" sound, and the bamboo curtain not far away from Zheng Haizhu rolled up, revealing a larger room.
There are windows on three walls of the house. Outside the windows, there is a wide view of the mountains and sea, and the inside of the house is also very bright.
On the clean and smooth bluestone floor, high and low Π-shaped or T-shaped wooden ginger clothes hangers are scattered at random. On each shelf are hanging styles of women's clothes, from half-armor skirts, underskirts, short shirts, to blouses.
T-shirt, cloak, horse-faced skirt, and large-sleeved shirt.
Although the fabrics of these clothes vary in color, pattern, and weave, they are mostly made of high-quality materials such as brocade, satin, silk, and yarn.
Embroidery and ribbon-cutting, victory but countless hours.
The steaming clouds and rosy clouds are very pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Haizhu seemed to have entered a museum exhibition hall of later generations, and was stunned in this visual feast.
Yan Siqi waited quietly for a moment, as if to give his beloved woman enough time to adapt, and then explained to her with a faint smile: "Three years ago, my brothers and I occupied this Daishan Island as a port for Hirado to carry out sea trade with Haojing and Nanyang.
The fleet is sheltered from the wind and where the supplies are. I built this house for myself and specially reserved this room. The layout is similar to the tailor shop in my hometown in Longxi, only larger."
As he spoke, he walked over, took off a goose-yellow skirt, and continued: "The first piece of clothing I made in this house was made of Fujian soil. I remember that you were still in Jiji.
When I get older, I often wear light-colored clothes like this."
"This half-arm is made of silk. The silk contains hemp, so it has some bones and muscles like a sword. I thought that when you are sixteen or seventeen years old, you should be able to hold up the half-arm."
"Miss Azhu, look at this again. Does it feel like a cat's fur? Is it warm and fluffy? Back then, before Chengzu ascended the throne, he wore a plain red velvet robe, which came from Persia.
The treasures of the Ming Dynasty. The craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty used the cashmere from Lintao Prefecture, added silk, and improved it into velvet material, which is warm and soft. I used it to make a cloak. The Japanese country is much colder than Fujian, so I must not only wear a Jinluo blouse.
"
"Ah, by the way, there is this one, but I don't think Miss Azhu recognizes this style." Yan Siqi pointed to a piece of clothing on the shelf in the corner.
Zheng Haizhu looked over and thought, why didn't he recognize it? This is a Japanese kimono.
Of course, while secretly muttering to herself, she prepared an expression of "I would like to ask for more details" and said curiously: "I have never seen it before. This dress has funnel-like sleeves and a very wide belt, which is similar to that of my Ming Dynasty woman.
Skirts, very different.”
Yan Siqi nodded: "This is the clothes worn by the female relatives of Japanese officials. They call it visiting clothes. On the upper part, across the shoulder sleeves and placket, there is a complete and continuous pattern. The Japanese people call it painted feathers."
"Oh, it's very beautiful." Zheng Haizhu admired sincerely, while stepping forward to carefully admire the "painted feathers" of mountains and rivers and blue luan patterns on the kimono.
Japan sent a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty to learn about various utensils and civilizations of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and was particularly fascinated by the high-grade silk fabrics they called "Tang brocade". In the hundreds of years after the fall of the Tang Dynasty in China, Japan, from the emperor to the nobles,
, all still regard Chinese fabrics as the most luxurious treasures.
It was not until the founding of the Ming Dynasty that a maritime ban was implemented. No pieces of silk were allowed to enter the sea, and maritime trade was interrupted. China's beautiful silk threads gradually faded out of the Japanese market. After Toyotomi Hideyoshi ended Japan's Warring States Period, private silk weaving workshops were developed in large numbers, and Japan finally had
The independent silk weaving economy is no longer dependent on China, and will soon be able to export large quantities to Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands.
The kimono in the hands of Zheng Haizhu Mosuo cannot help but sigh. The beauty of art not only has commonality regardless of national boundaries, but also has individuality that highlights the characteristics of one's own ethnic group. For example, the "painted feather" part on this "visit outfit" is both
Embroidery with meticulous lines is obviously different from the aesthetic purpose of Chinese painting, and is very similar to Japanese Ukiyo-e.
Yan Siqi stood diagonally behind Zheng Haizhu, looking at her profile intently.
She is much taller than that little girl back then, she is slim and tall, and she looks like a graceful woman.
But the focused look on his face when he was exploring the fabric and the sparkling light in his almond-shaped eyes still gave Yan Siqi a vague and beautiful feeling of reliving an old dream.
"Miss Azhu, no matter how beautiful this dress is, it is of Japanese style and is not suitable for you to wear. Of all the clothes I have made in the past three years, the one I am most satisfied with is the green bamboo jacket and gold-woven horse mask you are wearing.
Skirt, it looks really good on you today."
Zheng Haizhu turned his head and looked at Yan Siqi: "Brother Yan, are all the clothes in this room made by you?"
Yan Siqi met her dark eyes and took a few steps back at an imperceptible pace.
He was afraid that he would be unable to control himself because he was too close to her.
He is a dignified man who has promised to treat her with courtesy. How could he go back on his word and be rude to a beautiful lady?
Yan Siqi then put his hands behind his back and said as calmly as possible: "Yes, every time I go back to Daishan to rest or discuss some business, I will take time to cut materials and make clothes in this room, even if I sew quietly.
Weaving gold rims makes you feel very happy. When I made these clothes, I estimated your stature, Miss Azhu, when you grow up. I always thought that one day, I would order someone to take it to Longxi and hand it over to you.
"
Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but felt that in this situation, sound was better than silence.
I don’t know if Miss Azhu had secretly harbored a girlish affection for Yan Siqi back then, but even if I look at it as a practical outsider, the man in front of me is really a lover who silently loves her.
Yan Siqi seemed to quickly read from Zheng Haizhu's eyes a touch of emotion that had nothing to do with emotion, as well as a fearful feeling at a loss. He then turned back to the big willow table and fiddled with the wooden ruler and auxiliary threads for a while, softly
He said: "Miss Azhu, don't worry too much about what I just said. I didn't mean to have mercy on me, but I just want to tell you the origin of the gorgeous clothes in the hall."
He shook off the piece of red and blue velvet, looked at the graceful and charming velvet loops in front of the light from the window, and his tone became pleasant and relaxed: "I struggled in Hirado, and it was only after I narrowly escaped death that I became famous, but
The days of licking blood from the knife edge are still long. It feels better to be able to retreat into this room occasionally and be the little tailor I was before."
Zheng Haizhu walked over and stood beside him, watching the westward sunlight dyeing the original coral-colored loops more vividly, and suddenly said with interest: "Brother Yan, Yue Lan said that there is Xu Futing in Daishan, I want to go
have a look."
Yan Siqi raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile: "I will take you there right away. It only takes a stick of incense to get there."
