In the courtyard, Lao Fang and Xiao Cui were chatting enthusiastically. They had endless common topics about Qunyu Courtyard and a certain girl named Xiao Hong.
In the studio, Li Yi thought for a moment and began to continue drawing samples.
In addition, he also wrote down the story behind each costume. If he didn't have one, he would make it up. As long as he had enough imagination, he could draw any kind of clothes worn by the Seven Fairies and Chang'e.
We need to dress more than just to protect ourselves from the cold, but also to express feelings. When women in Kyoto get up every morning, the first thing that comes to their mind is whether they want to wear the Weaver or Fairy style, or the Chang'e style, or the Fairy style.
, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, which series can you wear to better reflect your mood?
Women's wardrobes are always missing a piece of clothing. What they have to do is to benefit the majority of female compatriots and make up for the missing piece of clothing.
Women's clothing is constantly improving, and dyes are becoming more diversified. The reform of Jingguo's clothing industry has begun to take shape.
In the studio, Zeng Zuimo sat aside and took over the sample drawings drawn by Li Yi. While looking through them, he occasionally added something to them.
Li Yi doesn't need to read what she has changed.
At best, I can only be considered a plagiarism dog, while my opponent is a true master. He just lacks a library and his knowledge is limited by the times.
Li Yi finished painting a painting, looked up and looked outside the house, and said casually: "It's almost noon, do you want to go out for a walk?"
Zeng Zuimo put down the painting, looked at him and asked, "Why?"
"Don't you..." Li Yi said half a sentence and suddenly stopped talking.
Zeng Zuimo looked at him and asked, "How did you know?"
She has the habit of walking in the alley after lunch every day. On the one hand, it is to digest food, and on the other hand, she wants to see more of Kyoto women's clothes and seek some inspiration.
However, this habit was only formed two months ago, how could he know?
Li Yi lowered his head to paint and said casually: "Ahem, Xiaocui told me."
"That cough means you are trying to make up an excuse." Zeng Zuimo glanced at him and said, "I'll ask Xiaocui."
"Ahem, cough, actually it was the people at the teahouse across the street who told me." Li Yi looked up at her and said, "You know, you and Miss Ruoqing have special status, and something like that happened again some time ago.
There are many people watching.”
"You coughed twice this time." Zeng Zuimo looked at him and asked, "Is the person I saw a few times ago really you?"
"no."
The room fell into silence.
Lao Fang walked in from outside and said, "Uncle, I'm going to Wang's house to discuss something this afternoon. It's getting late..."
There are still many pictures that have not been drawn. Li Yi thought for a while and said, "Send someone to Wang's house to tell him that I have something to do today and I will visit you tomorrow."
"Then, okay..." Old Fang shook his head helplessly and walked outside the house.
"Go and do your business." Zeng Zuimo stood up and said, "After seeing these drawings, I have a lot of ideas in my mind. I will draw the rest."
Li Yi waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, it's not a big deal. It's okay to be a day late. You didn't sleep well yesterday, so go and rest first."
Zeng Zuimo nodded, turned around and walked out of the studio.
"Brother Fang, have you really seen... such a big glass ball!"
In the yard, Xiao Cui's eyes were full of light, and she looked at Lao Fang with some admiration and asked.
Lao Fang waved his hand and said, "Of course, a glass ball the size of a fist is nothing. I've seen bigger ones too."
The expression on Xiao Cui's face became even more admiring, and she asked, "How much can that fist-sized glass be sold for?"
A smile appeared on Lao Fang's face and he said, "What do you think?"
"One hundred taels?" Xiaocui said tentatively.
"Ten thousand taels!" Lao Fang pointed to the bracelet on her wrist and said, "Don't underestimate what you are wearing on your hand. It is worth at least three thousand taels of silver."
The expression on Xiao Cui's face froze, and she looked at the beautiful string of beads on her wrist in disbelief.
Lao Fang showed a look of pain on his face and said, "Ten thousand taels were smashed by that prodigal Wang Yong. If my uncle hadn't been careless, I would have taught him a lesson!"
"Wang Yong...Wang family." Zeng Zuimo stood on the porch, glanced into the house, and murmured: "Luochuan Wang family?"
Xiaocui had already taken off the beads on her hand, wrapped them carefully, and asked with some confusion: "Brother Fang, why? Ten thousand taels of silver can buy a lot of things. If you break something, you should
Ask them to pay for it."
Lao Fang nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, my uncle said that the Wang family of Luochuan, which sells apples, is the richest family in Jingguo. This business negotiation with them will involve at least two million taels."
Money..., bah, so what if you have money, you don’t even know how to compensate if you break something, you are a scumbag..."
"Luochuan Wang Family..."
Zeng Zuimo took a deep breath and whispered these four words.
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Miss Zeng actually brought over a cup of hot tea, and Li Yi's heart, which had been riddled with holes today, finally felt a little comforted.
But this time she didn't leave. She sat at another table on the side, seemingly continuing the unfinished drawing last night.
Li Yi took one look and stopped looking at it. There were still many patterns to draw. After having the patterns, the next step was sewing. At least for half a year, she would not have to work so hard alone.
I don't know how many paintings I drew, but there was already a thick pile of rice paper next to me. Li Yi put down the pen, stretched his body, and couldn't help but be slightly startled when he raised his head.
I saw her folding her hands on the table and resting her head on them. She didn't know when she fell asleep.
Even in her sleep, she could see a look of exhaustion between her brows. After half an hour, the temperature became a little low. Li Yi got up and walked over, took off his robe and gently put it on her.
He looked down for a long time, looking at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time but still very familiar, with a complicated expression.
"I'm sorry, you read that right..."
He whispered something and walked out of the room with very light steps. The sky was already getting dark. Lao Fang was lying on the stone table in the yard, staring at the sunset on the horizon.
"gone."
Li Yi walked up to him and said something. Lao Fang suddenly woke up, stood up suddenly, and was about to leave with him, but he seemed to have discovered something, and there was a look of shock on his face: "Uncle, where are your clothes!"
At the same moment when the two of them stepped out of the courtyard, in the slightly dim room, the woman opened her eyes. In the darkness, there was something more crystal clear than glass.
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"I can't give it away..."
Lao Fang scratched his head depressedly. Xiaohong's birthday was coming soon. He was originally going to give her some glass jewelry as a gift, but after hearing what his uncle said, he hesitated.
For a female maid who works in a brothel, if the jewelry she wears can buy several such brothels, isn't it a little bit arrogant?
He couldn't be by her side all the time, just in case he met someone who was interested in making money...
"It's better to wait until later." Lao Fang said with a sigh.
He shook his head and was about to go home when a voice came from behind him.
"Uncle Fang, come here, I have something to ask you."
Lao Fang turned around and saw the woman standing in the yard. After being startled, he immediately walked over quickly and asked, "Miss, what's the matter?"
