Huang Daopo stared at Xu Jia and asked again: "The Yi people are best at spinning, and they also have a tradition of spinning. I believe you are also good at this?"
"This, hehe..."
Xu Jia scratched his head and smiled: "Mother-in-law, of course I am proficient in spinning, but I really have no interest in spinning at this time."
In fact, he knows shit.
However, if the arrow is on the string, you will not be able to do it.
Huang Daopo stared at Xu Jia, her originally excited face suddenly turned cold, and snorted sinisterly: "Why are you so hesitant? You don't know how to spin? Haha, you said you are from the Yi ethnic group, are you lying to me? I most
I’m annoyed that others lied to me.”
Depend on!
Xu Jia was very depressed: This Huang Daopo was really difficult to deal with, and the problems she raised were also very tricky.
I have never learned spinning, so how could this happen?
Moreover, this spinning machine is obviously an old one. Who knows how to operate it?
The moment Xu Jia was stunned, Huang Daopo's face became increasingly ugly, murderous, and sharp embroidery needles appeared in the nails of his ten fingers.
At any time, it is possible to attack Xu Jia's magic weapon.
Xu Jia sighed: That's all, that's all, it will only be a fierce battle.
Huang Dao Po, you are the one seeking the abuse, don't blame me for being ruthless.
Suddenly, Xu Jia had an idea and said to Huang Daopo with a full smile: "Of course we Yi people are the best at spinning, and we regard spinning as a work of art. But the question is, why should I
Show you this art performance?"
Huang Daopo was stunned: "Why do you need so many reasons to let you spin?"
"certainly!"
Xu Jia said confidently: "Spinning is an art, just like tea tasting, it is much more sophisticated. Do you think spinning is just a simple and crude handiwork? Haha, you underestimate the art of spinning too much.
"
Huang Daopo was a little secretly happy.
Spinning is her specialty. This is the first time spinning has been called an art.
Huang Daopo's voice suddenly became gentle: "Well said, spinning is indeed an art, but how can you spin?"
"This is easy to handle."
Xu Jia snapped his fingers: "As the saying goes, when you meet a close friend in the mountains and flowing water, how can you appreciate the three flavors if you are not a close friend. Unless my mother-in-law is also a master of spinning and can appreciate the sublimity of the art of spinning, then I can
I'll show you the spinning yarn."
Huang Daopo smiled arrogantly: "If I don't understand the art of spinning, then no one will."
Xu Jia curled his lips: "Who doesn't know how to brag? Unless you show it to me, I won't believe you."
"Okay, let me open your eyes first."
Huang Daopo was so irritated by Xu Jia that she started spinning with her hands.
Xu Jia stared at Huang Dao Po, secretly happy in his heart.
"Hey, Huang Daopo was still fooled. Although I don't know how to spin, I can learn it. As long as I watch it again, I can still spin."
Huang Daopo glanced back at Xu Jia, and found that Xu Jia's eyes were strange, and he hesitated in his heart. He danced his hands, and a stream of black mist filled the surroundings of the spinning wheel, just in time to annihilate the spinning wheel in the black mist.
The spinning wheel is started, and the yarns are extracted from the spinning wheel, and are woven into batches of gauze. The gauze sways in the wind, colorful, like rainbows.
"Good-looking, good-looking."
Lan Xiuhe swung her tail happily, but then pouted and whispered: "Bad uncle, Huang Daopo is so treacherous. She actually covered the spinning wheel with black mist. She won't let you learn from her."
What about art?"
Xu Jia pouted: "She really underestimates me."
Lan Xiuhe said: "Bad uncle, can you see? Do you have clairvoyance?"
"Hey, clairvoyance is too low-level."
Xu Jia winked playfully, his Taoist power increased to the spiritual aperture stage, between his eyebrows, the Samsara Eye loomed, the golden light flashed away, penetrated the black mist, and clearly saw Huang Daopo's spinning technique.
Huang Daopo deliberately created the black mist to hide the spinning technique so that Xu Jia would not steal it.
However, he underestimated Xu Jia.
The mere black mist was completely defenseless in front of Xu Jia's reincarnation eyes.
Huang Daopo didn't know it, thinking she had hidden it from Xu Jia.
Lines of colorful cloth floated in mid-air like a rainbow, looking particularly eye-catching.
After Huang Daopo finished her performance, she waved her hand and the black fog cleared. She looked at the colorful pieces of cloth with pride and hummed to Xu Jia: "Young man, what do you think? Can this be called art?"
"
Xu Jia smiled: "Not bad, not bad, barely, you can catch up to half of me."
"What did you say?"
Huang Daopo stared at Xu Jia in surprise and anger: "What a loud tone. In that case, please show me what art is and open my eyes."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Xu Jia had just opened his samsara eye and could clearly see Huang Daopo's spinning technique.
He just doesn't know how to operate a spinning wheel.
Now, he saw Huang Daopo's technique of operating the spinning wheel, and he naturally understood it.
Xu Jia sat in front of the spinning wheel, flipping the switch and turning the spinning wheel. The yarn spit out from the spinning wheel and circled around in the air.
Huang Daopo looked at Xu Jia operating the spinning wheel in surprise. It turns out that he really knows how to use this kind of spinning wheel?
She just caught Xu Jia's hesitant eyes and thought that Xu Jia didn't know how to spin.
However, seeing Xu Jia's skills so skillful, he no longer had any doubts in his mind.
She taught this kind of spinning wheel to the Yi people. The spinning wheel is very special. Only the Yi people can use it. If they are outsiders, they can't even start the spinning wheel.
Xu Jia can use a spinning wheel and is very proficient, which shows that he is really from the Yi ethnic group.
Now, Huang Daopo has no doubts about Xu Jia.
Xu Jia wanted to scare Huang Daopo and get close to her, and he wanted to spin a work of art.
Silk threads were spit out from the spinning wheel, rushed by Xu Jia's hot Tao Qi, and flew straight into the sky.
Sizzle...
The silk thread spins around and around.
At first, Huang Daopo couldn't see anything, but later, the circle became larger and larger, with varying density and spacing, especially every thread emitted a bright golden color.
Huang Daopo initially thought that what Xu Jia weaved was a spider web. In that case, although it was still a work of art, it was far inferior to the rainbow weaved by herself.
However, she later realized that she wanted to keep things simple.
"It's strange, strange, the silk thread actually emits a faint golden light, round and round, like the moon."
Thinking of this, Huang Daopo blurted out: "I understand, this is the moon, the moon woven with yarn, it is so magical, it almost looks real."
Xu Jia poured the golden Tao Qi into the silk thread, making the thread glow golden.
The silk threads circle and circle, sparsely and appropriately, lingering around a full moon. The originally gloomy night sky is full of nostalgic meaning.
Xu Jia stood up, clasped his hands behind his back and chanted: "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart."
The hazy moonlight, coupled with the poignant poems, is really beautiful.
Lan Xiuhe looked at Xu Jia, her eyes full of yearning: "The bad uncle is really talented, I like him so much."
Huang Daopo's life was full of wanderings, which led to a drastic change in her temperament. Looking at the bright moonlight and listening to the poignant poems, she felt a myriad of emotions and touched her heartstrings. She had not shed tears for thousands of years, her eyes were full of moisture, and she bowed to Xu Jia:
"Young man, you are so amazing. Compared with your moon, my rainbow is far different. I am ashamed of myself."
Xu Jia was very proud: Hehe, I am also a person who understands art.
However, he could not show his pride and said politely: "Concession, concession, I just showed off my artistic charm in a small way to make my mother-in-law believe that I am from the Yi ethnic group. In fact, I never show off."
Huang Daopo nodded heavily: "I believe it, I believe it now."
Xu Jia shunned the donkey and said, "Mother-in-law, we are all our own people. Can you help me pass the customs?"
Huang Daopo said: "Of course there is no problem, but before passing the customs, my mother-in-law will give you a small gift."
With that said, he took out a brand new piece of clothing and handed it to Xu Jia.
The dress has gorgeous brocade sleeves, it is an ancient costume, the silk threads are meticulous, and the workmanship is excellent.
"She's so beautiful." Lan Xiuhe's eyes sparkled with envy.
Huang Daopo held the dress in her hands and brought it to Xu Jia. She said proudly: "I have been knitting this dress for a year, and now I give it to you."
Xu Jia looked at this exquisite ancient costume and sneered in his heart, but he still took it and said with a moved face: "Thank you, mother-in-law, for the gift of the clothes. I'll take my leave."
"Don't!"
Huang Daopo hurriedly stopped Xu Jia: "Put it on and let her see it. Leave a thought for her."
"No need, right? It's really troublesome to put this on. I'm on my way in a hurry."
"How can that be done? If you don't wear it, your mother-in-law won't let you go on the road."
"really?"
"really!"
"Okay then, I'll put it on and show it to you."
Xu Jia picked up the clothes and did not put them on in a hurry. Instead, he turned over them over and over.
Huang Daopo frowned: "What are you looking for? Put on your clothes quickly, I'm still waiting to see."
Xu Jia smiled: "I'll take a look at my mother-in-law's handiwork. It's really excellent. I'll look over it and learn from it."
Huang Daopo smiled: "Okay, let's put it on and see the handiwork."
"Okay, I'll put it on right now."
Xu Jia turned over his clothes several times and finally put them on.
This dress is indeed exquisite. As soon as Xu Jia puts it on, his temperament immediately improves a lot.
"So handsome." Lan Xiuhe's eyes were filled with little stars.
Xu Jia scratched his head in embarrassment: "My mother-in-law's craftsmanship is better. Oh, by the way, mother-in-law, it's always rude to come and go. If you give me clothes, I will also give you a gift, otherwise I will feel bad."
"
"What gift did you give me?" Huang Daopo felt strange.
Xu Jia took out a pair of shoes: "This is a pair of shoes I knitted just now and gave them to my mother-in-law."
Huang Daopo held the pair of shoes and found nothing unusual. She nodded: "Young man, you are interested."
Xu Jia smiled and said: "Mother-in-law, try it on and see if it fits your feet."
"This..." Huang Daopo hesitated.
"Mother-in-law, this is my wish. If you don't wear the shoes I gave you, do you think my craftsmanship is vulgar and won't impress you?" Xu Jia deliberately provoked Huang Daopo.
"That's not the case. Okay, I'll wear it for you to see."
Huang Daopo was embarrassed to refuse Xu Jia's kindness and put on her shoes.
"A bit small!" Huang Daopo shook his head.
Xu Jia chuckled: "You're small? Haha, that's right, you should wear small shoes." (To be continued)