In the face of doubts, Yun Zheng just laughed and did not explain more. Ice patterns have long been famous in porcelain at home and abroad. Literati praised the glaze cracks on the porcelain produced by Ge Kiln as golden wires. Of course,
This was something that only existed during the Southern Song Dynasty, but people in the Song Dynasty now have this almost perverted aesthetic taste.
Explaining what beauty is to the villagers is basically a conversation. They have a special aesthetic taste for their own lives. Tattooing indigo on their faces is one of them. They have long been familiar with what beauty is.
The shopkeeper said that he planned to create a new kind of batik creatively, and also said that he got the idea from porcelain.
Businessmen are different from other people in that their sense of smell is the most acute and they are also
"Whether it succeeds or fails, it will always be determined by the businessmen. They are the buyers. Xiao Niu, go ask the shopkeeper of the He family cloth shop to come over and look at the cloth. By the way, show him this piece of cloth.
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Yunzheng called a student and ordered him to go to Doushaguan to find shopkeeper He. Now it was time to test whether his estimate was accurate. He asked the old patriarch to lead people to continue cooking wax. Yunzheng walked to the bamboo tower by himself and started to cook the wax every day.
All need to take a nap.
The weather is gradually getting hotter, so just cover yourself with a thin blanket. Mosquitoes haven't appeared yet, and flies are already flying all over the sky. Yun Er has gone to bed early in the dark, and the child's body cannot support his frequent mental activities.
Spring is the most comfortable season in the mountains. There is a gentle breeze. Listening to the wind blowing from the distant mountains, bringing with it the inexplicable fragrance of flowers, Yun Zheng slept very comfortably. Not even the pesky flies bothered him today.
The dream lasts for thousands of years, and the familiar life in the past seems to be fading away. I am standing in ancient clothes on the busy street. No one greets me, and I am not surprised. Everyone walks past me in a hurry, and everyone is busy.
The costume drama actors standing on the side of the road to attract attention are indeed not worth a second glance, they are cold and heartless.
When I wake up, I'm sweating profusely. My soul has been running for a thousand years, so I should indeed feel tired. It's better to have less meaningless dreams like this in the future, which will make myself more tired the more I sleep.
Bacon was holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand and was constantly helping Yun Er chase away flies. The reason why he was not attacked by flies just now was probably because Bacon drove them away.
That's fine. If you can't go back, don't go back. At least there is a little girl here to help you drive away the flies.
Shopkeeper He was downstairs looking at the gray cloths taken out of the pot. Barou thought that his young master was an important person who was sleeping and could not be disturbed, so he did not tell Yun Zheng. In fact, she did not want to see her young master.
Being humiliated, he was not willing to report it at all. The little girl's little thoughts were hidden from Yun Zheng. He nodded his finger on the little girl's forehead, and Yun Zheng hurried down from the attic.
Shopkeeper He's expression was very solemn. He was carefully looking at the gray cloth hanging on the rope, almost inch by inch. These batik patterns were very beautiful, not the traditional symmetrical patterns. There were only three camellias on them.
There are two large and one small, but they form a cyclic pattern on the cloth. I don’t know how they are made. All three flowers are exactly the same. The only difference is the dense cracks on them. No matter who looks at them, they know that they are
It was done deliberately, but if it was careless, it would never be so dense or so numerous. Shopkeeper He stood further away and looked carefully, and found that from a distance, these cracks could actually supplement the picture.
"Shopkeeper He, this is the ice pattern. If you make a mistake to the extreme, there will be a new change. The so-called yang comes to yin, and the cathode to yang comes from this principle. Painting also pays attention to how ugly is beautiful. We can't do it properly.
If I want to show my best side in front of you, it’s also good to show my ugliest side. Anyway, it’s the ultimate.”
Shopkeeper He looked at the calm and calm Yun Zheng behind him, and said with laughter and tears: "Why don't you do the batik well? As long as you are careful, you can avoid such broken lines. I will definitely give you a high price. Now, you
How do I sell these things?”
Yun Zheng shook his head and said: "Because I want a higher price. It's so weird that there are mistakes in the shoes. Why does the shopkeeper despise my craftsmanship so much?"
"The mistake is just two colors that form the toe of the shoe, not a large-scale broken pattern like yours. Even if what you say makes sense, how could I dare to take such a risk?"
Yun Zheng looked at Shopkeeper He carefully with his eyes widened, making Lao He's hair stand on end. He was about to ask when he heard Yun Zheng say again: "Have you seen eleven batiks of the same color?"
Shopkeeper He shook his head and said, "I've never seen it before. I've never seen large pieces of batik. The width of five feet is already considered the best."
Yun Zheng held out two fingers and said: "Twenty strings, eleven horses! One price. If you don't want it, I will light it on fire on the spot."
Shopkeeper He said with a smile: "I will pay five guan to compensate you for the materials."
Yun Zheng smiled and said nothing. When he saw that the first two pieces of batik were dried, he took out a piece of firewood from the stove and lit the two dried pieces of cloth on fire without thinking. Everyone was shocked and wanted to rush forward.
He put out the fire, but was stopped by Yun Zheng.
The old patriarch never thought that Yun Zheng would do this. This is simply the behavior of a prodigal. Even if it cannot be sold as batik, there is still no problem for adults to make clothes for his own children. It is already a big deal for a poor family to have clothes to wear.
Now, you still dare to ask for beautiful colors?
"Nine pieces of cloth, twenty pieces of cloth, what do you think of Shopkeeper He?" Yun Zheng smiled and quoted the price to Shopkeeper He.
Shopkeeper He shook his head and turned away. He seemed unwilling to talk to Yun Zheng any longer. Even the people in the village thought that Yun Zheng was already angry and could not help but look at him with strange eyes. The more mature ones were already
I begged shopkeeper He to stay and must buy these cloths. The farmer could not afford to lose four or five guan.
Yun Zheng did not stop shopkeeper He, but picked up firewood and prepared to burn all the half-dried cloths.
The moment Yun Zheng lit the fire, shopkeeper He rushed over, picked up a bucket of water, and poured it on the cotton cloth that had been set on fire. He roared that he wanted to follow his work and put all the cloth away, regardless of whether it was
Already done.
"Pay me ten guan and exchange the rest for gray cloth. What do you think I will give you the same amount of batik every month?" Yun Zheng looked at Shopkeeper He with a smile, like a little fox.
Shopkeeper He's body was trembling violently. He took out a contract from his arms, filled in the amount on it and handed it to Yun Zheng angrily.
Yun Zheng read the contract carefully, but did not sign it himself. Instead, he pulled the old patriarch over, pressed ink pads on his fingers, and stamped his fingerprints on the contract in an upright manner.
Then he said to Shopkeeper He: "From now on, if you ask the old patriarch for batik like this, just give the old patriarch the gray cloth worth ten guan. You can teach me the bacon for my ten guan. My family's money will be under her control."
After saying this, I still feel that my back is sore, so it is a good choice to go back and sleep again.