Chapter 130:

"It's really bad!"
On the noisy street, a carriage was parked next to the street, and at that time there was such a slight sigh in the carriage.
Yingge whispered softly and took his gaze away.
Sitting next to her was a girl wearing a lotus lotus lotus flower dress and white pleated skirt. I saw her skin Sheng Xue, beautiful appearance, but yet dignified and beautiful, with a cloud of hair bun on her head, only a jasmine hairpin hairpin, Qingli dust.
Obviously dressed up as a girl's house, but she wore the woman's bun, making it difficult to identify her identity.
The girl and Yingge looked in the same direction, and it was the most striking presence in the surrounding area.
Originally Yingge showed her a joke, saying that there was a fat man over there who actually married a lovely wife. It was really a flower inserted in cow dung. But the girl was not looking at the fat and thin couple, but the man carrying the child.
It should be a teenager.
Very young, but already married and having children.
This family of three is very good, especially the very young husband, Swen Junxiu, is tall and calm, just like a green bamboo standing in the mountains, beautiful and elegant, bright and beautiful.
Obviously this person also wore a cloth shirt, and his family was not wealthy, but he just made people feel a sense of calmness and nobility.
The girl with lotus root lotus looks at it. Although this person is outstanding in appearance, she hasn't seen someone more outstanding than him. The reason why she looks a little bit more is because the appearance of the child on his back is special, and the doll behind him is very similar to his eyebrows. .
When I went to see the woman next to me, Ping Bai had a feeling that this woman had humiliated her father and son. It's not that the younger daughter-in-law doesn't look good, so what do you say, anyway, it's not in her eyes.
She was about to take back her eyes, and then the husband suddenly smiled and fed the candied gourd in her hand to the mouth of the young wife. The little daughter-in-law took a bite timidly, and she immediately felt that the scene was a bit dazzling.
Inexplicably, my heart was a little unhappy, and Liu Mei also frowned.
"Girl, let's go. It is said that the temple fair in Hua'er Street is lively, let the slave-servants come to see it, but it's not a big deal, it's better than the lively festival every year on the New Year's Day. When you come out, it's a little long I know that slaves must be reprimanded. "
After hearing the words, the girl withdrew her gaze and gave the girl an impatient look: "Let's go." Originally, she wanted to go out and breathe, but it was crowded by many people, which made her broken.
Yingge went to the driver and said that the carriage moved and gradually entered the crowd.
No one saw this scene, just like the pedestrians on this street like running water, but they all passed by in a hurry.
...
Xue Tingyan had to stuff Zhaoer's mouth again, but Zhaoer didn't want to eat anymore.
In order to cover up, he also led the way forward.
This flower market is worthy of being a flower market, and there are all kinds of flowers. From various treasures to wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, it is simply a sea of ​​flowers.
There are acacia, crape myrtle, pomegranate, jasmine, rose, yarrow, june snow, dianthus, Scutellaria barbata, everything. In particular, these florists are also whimsical. They were originally only flowers on trees, and they were transplanted into flower pots. Those flower trees have also been shrunk many times. At first glance, they do not seem to be alive, but they are carved like jade.
Zhaoer looked at Qi Qi, couldn't help but reached out and touched it, and was stopped by the florist.
"Don't touch it, it's broken, you can't afford to pay for my potted plant!"
This was a bit of an insult, and Zhao Er asked how much money she was talking about. The florist quoted a price, and Zhao Er was stunned.
It seems to see that the woman is ignorant, and when you come here again, the florist does not deliberately look down on people. It is really expensive. It really broke, and his months of hard work have been wasted.
The face of the flower seller explained a little embarrassingly, and Zhaoer was not surprised. If she knew that the object was real and it was so expensive, she would not touch it.
At this time, Xue Tingyan carrying Hong'er also followed, asking her what was wrong. Zhaoer didn't say what happened just now, saying that this flower tree looks really beautiful, but it's too expensive.
Such a pot would cost five hundred and two silvers, but it is not affordable for ordinary people like them.
But Xue Tingyan was not stupid. He could guess what was happening. He glanced at the florist, and then pulled Zhaoer away.
The flower seller couldn't help but fought a cold war, feeling that the man's eyes were just cold, and there was also some infiltration. But he didn't think much about it, only when he was an illusion, and immediately put it into the bargain.
"The real potted plants are more than five hundred and two, and they won't be sold in this place." Walking forward, Xue Tingyan said to the children beside him.
Zhaoer blinked: "Then do you mean that the flower tree is fake?" She didn't believe it before she touched it. The petals were soft and could not be fake.
"It's not fake, but it's the wrong way of planting, and the lifespan is limited. You are looking at it vigorously, and maybe you will thank the flowers in ten days, but the tree will not die, it will not bloom again."
"Ah, what do you mean, that man is blind?"
Xue Tingyan slightly said: "It's not a Mongolian. The real top-grade potted plants need to be cultivated for several years, but where do they hawkers spend several years to raise a potted tree? I'm afraid they will starve to death. So they It ’s opportunistic, it ’s just a shape, but it ca n’t do the essence, it ’s just one season, and it ’s defeated after the season. So it ’s very cheap to sell, and it ’s worth hundreds or two. . "
Zhaoer was surprised first, and then wondered: "How do you know?"
Xue Tingyan paused for a moment and replied: "I hear what people say."
Zhaoer nodded, but fell into contemplation. After a while, he raised his head and said, "You said, if we make a pot of fake flowers to sell, how much silver can we sell?"
Xue Tingyan didn't even bother to come.
Zhaoer said again:
I ’m not talking about the kind of fake flowers sold by flower sellers, but the whole are fake. Potted plants and soil can be used as real ones, but the flower trees can be replaced with other things, for example, flowers can be silk You can use wood for cloth or silk, trunks and branches ... "
The more she said that the more thoughts she had about this aspect in her mind, the more excited people were: "Since some people are willing to spend hundreds of two to buy this kind of fake flowers that only open one season, we make fake flowers, and some people are definitely willing to buy them. And we do n’t Must only do this one, you can do everything, or not just flower trees, but other flowers. But even bead flowers and azaleas, as long as they can be real, there is no business! "
In the fine sunlight, Zhaoer's eyes were shining brightly, as if there were countless shiny stars hidden inside.
Xue Tingyan was somewhat stunned. A picture appeared before his eyes. During the winter, heavy snow flew, but countless colorful flowers bloomed in the streets and all over the houses.
She found a new way?
Inexplicably, he looked forward to it.
At this time, Mao Badou came over.
Mao Badou was still clamoring why Xue Ting wasn't waiting for them. Zhaoer stopped his complaint and seemed a bit impatient: "Let's stop shopping, let's go back. I have something to say."
"what's up?"
"Some ideas in business."
It's too crowded on the road, people are suffering, Mao Badou, they have long wanted to go shopping. After hearing Zhao'er say this, a group of people simply went home.
Back at home, Chen Xiulan was sitting under the eaves and looking out. As soon as they saw them come in, she subconsciously went into the house to hide. Later, I felt that I was not right, and I walked out timidly and called someone next to me.
The little girl was only twelve or three years old. She was very thin, her hair was thin and yellow, and her skin was thin and thin. She looked pitiful.
Looking at Chen Xiulan like this, Zhaoer was inexplicably distressed. But there is no way, after so long, Chen Xiulan still can't change this fearful temperament.
She didn't know before, or later she heard Xue Tingyan said that Chen Xiulan had a reason for this.
Chen Jian's father was a child and the only student in the village. Originally, Chen's life was stable and happy, but since Chen Jian's father was sick, the situation has completely changed. In order to treat his father's illness first, his family became siblings. After Chen Jian's father passed away, the relatives who had greeted each other with smiles changed their faces.
All in all, Chen Jian's mother and son have suffered all the orphans and widows suffered. Later, after Chen Jian's mother died of illness due to illness, Chen Jian and her sister Chen Xiulan were left.
By this time, the Chen family's house and land were running out. Even so, Chen Jian never gave up studying, because before his father and his mother died, what he was thinking about was that he could gain merit and shine.
But Chen Jian was going to the school to study, destined not to bring his sister together, so she left her sister at home. Chen Jian didn't know at first, but it was only later that he discovered that his sister was often bullied, and those who bullied her sister were all relatives of cousin and cousin.
In fact, Chen Xiulan is much better now. Before his elder brother was away, he never went out. Now, at least he dares to go out alone and dare to contact others.
"Xiu Lan, can you help me watch some Hong'er? Sister Zhao'er has something to tell Sister Tao'er."
Chen Xiulan nodded cleverly and took Honger from Zhaoer. When Hong'er got off the ground, she ran around, and she followed her honestly.
Zhaoer sighed, knowing that this situation would not change overnight, and put away her thoughts and entered the house, and they talked to Xue Tao'er about their previous thoughts.
Zhaoer has always been an activist.
Xue Tao'er and Lin Yanran's needlework are good, and she can give her many ideas in color matching and material selection. It is not a secret to make silk flowers. A few people will do it. Three people will discuss and improve on the one hand. They have tried many things, and they have succeeded or failed. They have also overturned many ideas. In short, they have been busy for many days.
When Chen Xiulan saw a few people busy, he remembered that his brother had to help the family more, and talked to the sisters and recruited them.
Seeing the elder sisters, they worked hard to glue a flower. She looked at it and thought about it. After watching it for two days, she suddenly suggested: "Sister Zhao, I saw that the fabric was sizing hard and had to be baked before it could be shaped. If there is no weight in the hand, a flower will come back. You said Can you use something to make a shape, and then cover it with fabric, that thing can hold up the fabric, if you want it to be soft, if you want it to be hard, so that lace is also convenient ... "
Seeing Zhaoer's eyes staring straight at her, she was timid and busy: "I just said, blindly blending, you don't have to worry about Zhao'er sister."
"Wait, you said hold the fabric with something that is as soft as you want, and as hard as you want ..."
Chen Xiulan rubbed his hands nervously: "I was just thinking about it ..."
Zhaoer interrupted her and asked Lin Yanran: "Sister Yan Ran, what do you say can support the fabric, but can it be soft or hard?"
"This--"
"And you can change the shape at will?"
Lin Yanran thought about it and hesitated: "If it supports the fabric, it reminds me of the fabric support used for embroidery. It is made of wood or bamboo. Can you use bamboo? Bamboo has excellent toughness, that is- "She paused and wondered:" I'm afraid I can't change the shape at will. "
Several people looked at each other and couldn't think of anything that Chen Xiulan said.
Chen Xiulan was even more embarrassed, and felt that she was in trouble. She repeatedly told Zhao'er that she was just thinking wildly. But Ke'er insisted on seeing that no one could think of it, and she naturally thought of Xue Tingyan.
She hurried to Xue Tingyan.
After listening to Zhaoer ’s narrative, Xue Tingyan groaned, "Actually, you can do what you said, a lot of things are okay, just gold and silver things. So, I will go out later, the blacksmith shop should have what you said thing."
After that, Xue Tingyan went out.
About half an hour later, he handed Zhaoer a roll of things.
The whole body is dark, that is, the thickness of a few hairs. Xue Tingyan said that this thing is called iron wire, and the blacksmith shop can do it.
Zhaoer was very excited to get something, turned around and left.
After they showed it to Xue Tao'er, they started. Among them, Chen Xiulan's movements are the fastest. This initial thought was originally what she thought, and naturally it was clear how to operate.
I saw that she made an iron ring with a wire, leaving some surplus in the tail, and then picked a piece of silk of the right size and covered it with the iron ring. She has done several in a row, each of which is the same step. After doing more than a dozen, she picked up a shape that was pinched into a flower bone, and then picked up other petals and placed it next to the flower bone. A cotton thread was tied up.
After tying it up, she fiddled with the petals and adjusted the position.
Because the edges of the petals are propped with iron wire, it is very easy to shape. I saw her thin hands flying up and down, and a fake flower was made between the flowers. The overall appearance of the flower is pink, very delicate, and the petals are like curls but not curls, but they are beautiful. The only thing is that there are no green leaves and no stamens.
"Sister Zhaoer, look at this, it's much simpler. You don't need to sizing, baking, and pressing the edge many times. You can adjust the curl of this petal as you want. As for the leaves and stamens, I think your previous This can be done by one method, and of course one or two can be changed. "
Chen Xiulan moved with his hands and said. She picked up the stamens and green leaves that they had made before lining the flowers, and the flowers suddenly became more alive.
In fact, what has really bothered them is that in addition to the cumbersome process of making flowers, there is also the most important stereotype problem.
The silk flowers on the market today are made of fabric.
Large or small, the small is the cheapest, but a large flower is several times more expensive than the small one. Without him, it is because the fabric is soft and the petals are naturally large when the flower is large, and there is no way to shape it.
If you want to set, you can only sizing and baking.
But the flowers just made in this way are too rigid. In order to make the flowers ‘true’, people who make flowers need more steps to deal with the flowers. For example, using a soldering iron to press out the veins of the petals, and baking the curls of the petals with fire, it often takes a lot of effort and manpower to make a flower out.
And Chen Xiulan's method has solved these shortcomings well, and the production speed has also been improved a lot.
"Xiu Lan, your hand is so clever!"
Zhao'er and others exclaimed that Chen Xiulan had encountered this situation for the first time, and her head dropped somewhat embarrassedly.
"I'm just idle and cranky."
"You have such a good idea, how can you call it cranky? We are now in the groping stage, we need this cranky. You will do flowers with us in the future. Do this business well ... "
In the following days, they recruited children and made flowers.
Chen Xiulan was the first to be entrusted with a heavy responsibility, and was praised by everyone. He was very excited, and he was very particular about making flowers. Every day I saw her holding wire loops, various fabrics, and various flowers. She dared to go out alone, just to see more real flowers and imitate the appearance of real flowers.
To this end, she proposed to Zhaoer the idea of ​​making a gradient background for the petals.
The flowers of the same color are still not real enough. The reason why real flowers are loved by everyone is because they are obviously of the same type, but each flower cannot be exactly the same. From every leaf to every petal, because the sunshine is different, the color will be slightly different.
And these differences are the key to whether this flower is real enough.
Because the female family in the family is so obsessed with making fake flowers, several men can't help but pay attention to one or two. In order to please their respective daughters-in-law, Mao Badou, while studying, could not help but give their ideas.
It's a joyful time, and time is in this joy, gradually to the beginning of August.
On the day when Suncheon opened the village test, Li Datian's treatment was unprecedented, and everyone sent him to the tribute courtyard together. Before he went in, Li Datian also ridiculed that if he still couldn't get in, he really had no face to face Jiang Dong's father.
In the end it really hit.