Chapter 40: The little girl from the south, unparalleled in the world (4)

The incense in the brass lotus incense burner is slowly burning.
With a little time to stick incense, Nan Yan put down the brush confidently.
She glanced at her painting triumphantly, and couldn't help looking at Nan Baoyi.
The seats were a little far apart, and she couldn't see what Nan Baoyi had painted.
But the husband who taught her to paint said that painting must be done in one go with a few splashes of ink. Nan Baoyi is so careful that she can't draw anything good.
She won this round!
A furnace of incense finally burned out.
With the sound of the gong, Nan Baoyi calmly put a pen.
The reason for participating in "Painting" is because she remembers that the title of this competition is "Spring Flowers".
The girls in the boudoir love to be colorful, so almost everyone can draw a lot of flowers, but it seems tacky to put together, so she has to find another way.
The examiner came to collect the paintings, saw her paintings, and couldn't help shaking his head regretfully, "South Fifth Girl, you don't have a flower on this painting paper, I'm afraid it's off topic!"
Nan Baoyi smiled sweetly: "It's okay, your lord will hand it in for me."
The painting was quickly displayed.
The most eye-catching is Nan Yan's "A Thousand Purple and Thousand Red Pictures", with more than a dozen kinds of flowers drippingly painted, and the prosperous writing is full of prosperous and prosperous writings, which attracts praise from the audience.
Chang's triumphantly pushed Mrs. Tucheng, "Well, I'm just saying that Oishanyan can't be wrong? Look at what Nan Baoyi painted, it's a complicated wooden frame!"
"Yan'er is indeed talented." Madam Cheng smiled and said to Liu, "Erlang cherishes his talents. For him, Yan'er is more temperamental than Baoyi."
The meaning of changing relatives is very obvious.
Liu's laughed from ear to ear, "It is Yan'er's blessing to be valued by Madam Cheng!"
Chang's followed: "My daughter is not a good tool. Sister Liu, you would say, how do you teach Yan'er on weekdays? Tell us to learn from experience?"
"Oh, I don't have any experience, it's all in accordance with the child's nature." Liu's humble, "Our family Yan'er is very conscious in learning. I get up every hour of the day to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy--"
Before the words were finished, there was a loud voice from the ceremony official on the high platform:
"The best painting class, Nan Baoyi!"
Liu's smile was even greater: "Don't hide it from you, our Yan'er is not only excellent in painting skills, but also excellent in calligraphy. Among girls of the same age, that is an outstanding group..."
As she spoke, she finally realized something was wrong.
The surroundings were silent, and everyone looked at the high platform in surprise.
She recovered, touched her ears, and asked incredulously: "Master, who is the top painting class?!"
"Jiaojiao, it's Jiaojiao!"
Nan Guang thumped his chest, he was joyful and sorrowful, and the expression on his old face was wonderful.
The audience was finally in an uproar.
The discussion was overwhelming, and they were not convinced:
"Nan Baoyi didn't paint a flower, so why can I get one?!"
"Obviously it is the Nan Rouge girl who has the best skills, and it should be the Nan Roe girl taking the first place!"
"Did you take bribes from the Nan family?! Unfair!"
"..."
The blood on Nan Yanqiao's face faded clean.
She squeezed her hands in disbelief, her fingernails piercing her palms and flesh without realizing it.
She obviously painted so well, so why is Nan Baoyi getting the first one? !
The lead examiner motioned everyone to be quiet.
He stroked his beard, and nodded admiringly towards the southern treasure, "South Fifth Girl, can you explain it?"
Nan Baoyi walked slowly into the field, "What I painted is a textile machine."
"textile machine?!"
Everyone looked at each other.
Nan Baoyi said: "Yes, textile machine.
"This textile machine was newly made by the masters of the southern family. They used thread-made flower notebooks instead of bamboo-made flower notebooks. The florists sat on the flower building, singing and pulling hands, lifting the openings one by one according to the jacquard pattern, weaving The flower workers step on the ground heddle, throw the shuttle and beat the weft.
"In this way, the weft loop of the pattern is increased, and the pattern will be more colorful, which will greatly improve the production efficiency of Shu brocade.
"I don't want to hide things like this in Nanfu, so I deliberately took it out and shared it with the monarchs."
This is a loom that only appeared a year later in the previous life, and it is indeed a masterpiece handed down by the masters of the Nan family.
Because of it, the business of the Southern Shu brocade is getting better and better. It is not an exaggeration to call it Rijin Doujin.
But it also made Nanfu like cooking oil on fire, and it was even more coveted by the powerful.
In this life, she shared it and asked other Shu brocade merchants to make money together, which would not only win a good reputation in Shu County, but would not let the Nan family be alone again as a target.
Xia Qingqing was not angry, and said loudly: "You said very well, this textile machine is also very good. But what does this have to do with today's competition topic?! Today's topic, but Chunhua!"
Nan Baoyi smiled slightly, "This loom, I call it Hualouji."
She stretched out her sleeves to everyone, her posture was extremely humble and gentle:
"Wish to weave all kinds of colors with Hualou machines, Shu County is rich in brocade every year, and Jincheng blooms with prosperity every year!"
The little girl has a sweet and loud voice.
The posture is like a tough seedling emerging from the ground.
Jinguan City is rich in Shu brocade, and even a large part of the tax revenue depends on it.
Even the name of their city was derived from Shu Jin.
The significance of Shu brocade to this land and the people can be imagined.
Everyone was quiet for a while, suddenly burst into thunderous applause and cheers!
Nan Yan stepped back feebly.
She knew that she had lost again in this round.
The defeat was so complete that it was too weak to recover.
Her face was earthy, looking at the glamorous and dazzling little girl, she felt extremely strange!
Grandstand.
Mrs. Nan burst into tears with excitement, "What a colorful flower, what a flower blooming rich and honorable! We Jiaojiao have grown up, we really have grown up!"
Nan Baozhu triumphantly made a grimace at Madam Cheng, "Madam Prefect, my sister is better than Nan Yan, what else can you say?"
Madam Cheng complained about Chang's coming, "It's all you picked!"
Chang Shi was slightly embarrassed and persuaded, "It's okay, it's okay, there are two more games!"
The third scene, book.
The most girls participated in this item, but Nan Baoyi did not sign up.
She knew that those two words she had nowadays were still not on the stage.
She sat leisurely on the sidelines, watching Nan Yan and other girls write.
After all, Nan Yan was too young to stay in the small town, and lost two games in a row. The blow was so severe that the hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably.
With such trembling hands, it is impossible to write good words.
When the examiner hangs up the work, Nan Yan's characters are not only unstructured, but even the strokes are trembling, like a child learning to write.
Everyone laughed and gave pointers to the work.
Nan Baoyi took out a lotus seed candy from her purse and held it in her mouth, curving her eyebrows sweetly, "My sister's handwriting is not very good, so don't sign up for calligraphy. It's a shame."
Nan Yan was embarrassed and cursed: "The villain has the will!"
Nan Baoyi sneered: "It's better than an old horse stumble."
Nan Yan was furious: "You call me an old horse?!"
The ceremonial officer's voice sounded in due course:
"The fourth game, chess—"