Walking outside, he took a long breath, not feeling unhappy in his heart.
In his opinion, Jiang Minghui was too young and lacked human experience.
But he believed he could figure it out.
There are rules for everything.
If the Jiang family was still in Maozhuwu, this matter would naturally be unclear; but the Jiang family has broken into Xiazhao City.
If those wealthy merchants didn't act according to the rules, it would be chaos.
After thinking about it, he looked at both ends of the street and chose the east side.
Wandering east and west, I inquired about the rules of brocade weaving conferences, cotton prices in peak and off-season seasons, loom styles, and cotton pattern prices.
I also went to dyehouses and silk reeling workshops to inquire about news.
After Guo Daquan left, Jiang Minghui was dazed for a while and then left the teahouse.
Back at Jiangzhuzhai, Jiang Laoer was making bamboo utensils in the back.
When I saw him, I hurriedly asked: "Why is your uncle back?"
Jiang Minghui said: "I went shopping on the street.
I said I didn't need to accompany him."
Jiang Laoer said "Oh", lowered his head and continued working.
Jiang Minghui didn't go to the front, sat down on the bamboo chair and looked at him in a daze.
Jiang Laoer didn't hear anything from him for a long time and felt strange, so he raised his head and asked: "What's wrong?"
His heart moved and he quickly asked: "But your uncle wants to do business with us?"
Jiang Minghui hurriedly shook his head and said, "No.
The eldest brother said he would not interfere in the Jiang family's business."
Jiang Laoer was happy after hearing this and asked, "What are you worried about?"
Jiang Minghui opened his mouth, then closed it slumped.
He didn't want to tell his second brother, but he was also afraid that his second brother wouldn't understand and would misunderstand the Guo family.
So, he smiled and said: "Who's worried?
I went to the front to greet the guests."
After saying that, he got up and went to the front.
It's just that he was in a trance that day, and his mind was filled with hoarse and quiet figures: the first time he saw the bamboo silk fan he weaved in the shop in Wyouya Town, he looked at it carefully like an expert; the second time at Jiang's house, I saw that he had compiled half of the bamboo silk painting, and he would be able to design the drawing after he returned home.
She is his lucky star Meeting her was his blessing Thinking about it, a gentle smile appeared on his face.
The eldest brother-in-law said that his parents complained about Qing Ya.
Although he said it vaguely, he could imagine the situation at that time, because when my mother talked about the Guo family this time, her tone was very dissatisfied with Qing Ya for being so well-behaved and quiet.
Her mother looked at her and said, Dou Mi Qiu He held his head in pain and squatted down.
Guo Daquan returned to Jiangzhuzhai just before dark.
In the evening, he didn't mention the matter to Jiang Minghui again.
Stayed one night and left early the next morning.
He only came here this time to get a feel for it, and he would come again in the future.
Before leaving, Jiang Minghui wanted to see him off, but he refused.
Jiang Minghui looked at him and hesitated to speak.
Guo Daquan smiled nonchalantly and said, "You don't have to rush to say it.
Let's wait until you think about it clearly, figure it out, and discuss it with your family.
There's no rush."
Jiang Minghui's expression darkened, and he said guiltily: "Brother, tell Qingya" What to say He suddenly felt sad and missed Qing Ya intensely.
The eldest brother is right.
If Qingdu couldn't draw and the Jiang family didn't come to Xiazhao to do business, they wouldn't have these worries.
They would just wait happily to get married and live happily.
He stood at the door of the shop, looking blankly at the bustling street.
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He didn't pay attention to when Guo Daquan left.
Suddenly it became dark Someone is coming.
Only then did he collect his mind and take a closer look.
It turned out to be Xie Yinfeng, still wearing a curtain hat, surrounded by a brocade screen and a brocade fan and several wives, standing in front of the street gate.
He put on a smile and invited her in.
Xie Yinfeng looked at the young man strangely.
What was he worried about?
Jiang Minghui has returned to normal, and she will not ask rashly.
When I walked into the shop, I found that there were a lot of new products.
I couldn't help but be happy and looked at them carefully.
I saw a large landscape screen and liked it very much, so I started to think about buying it.
She touched the screen gently and murmured unconsciously: "How did you make this up?"
Jiang Minghui didn't hear what she said clearly and asked quickly, "What is the girl asking?"
Xie Yinfeng turned to him and thought for a moment before saying: "I'm wondering how this bamboo silk painting is woven.
There are so many colors and the patterns are very complicated.
Bamboo silk is not like silk, and it cannot be woven by machine.
How is it made by hand?
It doesn’t look like embroidery.”
Jiang Minghui didn't expect her to ask this and couldn't help but be stunned.
Xie Yinfeng immediately said: "I shouldn't ask.
It's not convenient for you to say, just pretend I didn't ask."
Jiang Minghui's heart moved.
After several contacts, he already knew her identity.
She was a girl from the Xie family, a famous brocade weaving family.
Can I take this opportunity to ask her some questions?
"It's okay.
It doesn't hurt to tell the girl.
No matter what profession you are in, you have your own skills and techniques, and the same goes for bamboo silk paintings.
Such large-scale bamboo silk paintings must be compiled according to the drawings.
Don't say that the masters can't paint. , even if you can draw, you cannot use bamboo silk as pen and ink to just make up a picture. " He told her this sincerely, because it was no secret.
After Xie Yinfeng heard this, his heart moved and he pondered secretly.
After Jiang Minghui finished speaking, he asked hopefully: "Since the girl's family is a brocade weaver, she should also make this kind of drawings.
Otherwise, if all the weavers can weave patterns at will, then they won't be Weaver Girl."
Xie Yinfeng smiled and said: "That's natural.
Not only our Xie family, but also other brocade weaving families.
This is also an important aspect to measure the skill level of each family.
The quality of brocade depends on it.
Of course, the materials are also very important. important."
Jiang Minghui said in a trembling voice: "Isn't that artwork very precious?"
Xie Yinfeng said: "That's natural.
Everyone who can be named in the brocade weaving family has some secrets that are not told to others, and they will never be revealed to others easily.
Some are looms, and some are capable craftsmen.
Oh, the craftsman is the design drawing.
In addition to having secrets that are not passed on, only by constantly launching new products every year can they be able to survive in this industry.
Of course, some of them have already been spread, and ordinary people will."
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Jiang Minghui was stunned and speechless.
Xie Yinfeng tentatively asked: "Can I take a look at your drawing?
I don't have any other ideas.
I thought brocade and bamboo silk painting might have something in common.
You just need to bring out the simplest one, and I'll see if it's the same."
It’s not similar to what our craftsmen drew.
I’ll send someone back to show you a picture.”
Jiang Minghui had this intention and nodded in agreement.
Immediately, he walked into the back to get the manuscript.
Xie Yinfeng was very happy and signaled Jinping to go out and make arrangements.
Because she had to wait, Zhugen let her into the east suite to watch tea.
Jinping and Jinshan followed in, while the ladies stayed outside.
After Xie Yinfeng sat down, he thought about it and took off his curtain hat.
When Jiang Minghui took the drawing and hurriedly walked in, he saw a beauty.
He was stunned and hurriedly wanted to exit.
Suddenly he saw the beauty smiling at him, and then he realized that it was Miss Xie.
He also smiled coquettishly, his face couldn't stop turning red, and he felt uncomfortable all over.
Xie Yinfeng's pair of water-cut eyes are sparkling.
As the eyes move, they are as tender as water.
The water seems to be swaying non-stop, overflowing at any time, or it has already overflowed.
He was used to seeing quiet faces and eyes, and he couldn't stand this.
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