The next day, Sun's mother went to the morning market with Yan Xiao to buy vegetables. When they walked to the main street, Yan Xiao stopped Sun's mother and said, "Sun's mother, I remembered that I wanted to buy some rice paper for Lin Youwei. You go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables first.
Don’t wait for me after you finish shopping, go home first.”
When Sun's mother heard that Yan Xiao wanted to buy something for the young master, she didn't ask anything and just got off the bus and went to the vegetable market.
After Yan Xiao saw Sun's mother walking away, she turned into another street and came to Qiao Yun's residence. At that time, Qiao Yun was receiving guests at home, so Zi Yan took Yan Xiao to Qiao Yun's room.
Yan Xiao asked: "Why are there guests coming to visit Sister Qiaoyun so early?"
While pouring tea for Yan Xiao, Zi Yan said: "A mother and daughter came to see Mrs. Qiao to make clothes a few days ago. Mrs. Qiao was making clothes for another customer at the time, so she pushed them away. Today, they are here again."
When Yan Xiao heard this, he didn't expect that his clothes had such great charm that people would come to Sister Qiaoyun twice to have them made.
Zi Yan poured tea for Yan Xiao and went out. After about a cup of tea, Qiao Yun came in.
Yan Xiao looked at Qiao Yun's slightly tired look on his eyebrows and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you encounter any trouble?"
Qiaoyun sighed and said: "It's the Chinese Valentine's Day, and it's understandable that there are many customers here to make clothes. But today's person really wants me to deliver the goods within three days. I want to take a rest these days.
, so he refused. But this person insisted on doing it, and they fell out after they couldn't reach an agreement."
"I don't think you are upset because you are missing a piece of business!"
"You still understand me. Didn't I follow you to attend the poetry festival yesterday? Seeing that Fuchunlou can attract so much business for Fuchunlou with just one musician, I also wanted to do something good with the Chinese Valentine's Day.
Come out." Qiaoyun became more and more sad as he spoke.
Yan Xiao continued what Qiao Yun said: "But since we only have more than one day, you can't make it in time, right?"
"Right, that is it."
Yan Xiao thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's not impossible. Think about it, have the clothes you made during this period been displayed in front of others?"
Qiao Yun shook his head and said: "I definitely don't have it. I only have a few regular customers. I usually show them sample clothes. If they like it, the business will be done."
"That's right. Although there are many wealthy families in Xunyang, only 60-70% of people make clothes here, and not everyone among these 60-70% will come here in every season.
I want you to make clothes, right?"
"Let's just do this. Then we will take apart our clothes and hold a show, just like a poetry show. We will display our clothes, and then change the clothes, make them a little more ordinary, and choose cheaper but
It looks like the clothes are made of similar materials to those you used before."
When Qiaoyun heard this, she felt that Yanxiao's method was very good. The skills of embroidering the women's clothes in her hand were still good. If the style was a little simpler, ordinary girls could wear them.
But there is still a problem, she said: "It's not a big problem to change the clothes, but where to show it?"
Yan Xiao thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you take me there to see the bridge in Dongshi before?"
Qiaoyun immediately understood and said: "Show on the bridge?"
Yan Xiao shook his head and said: "There are too many people on the bridge at night. We have to decorate the show. It will definitely be too late, so we show under the bridge. When the time comes, you can let our embroiderer wear it.
Our clothes are on display on the boat. However, the boat needs to be slightly decorated, which is also very time-consuming and requires a lot of manpower."
Qiaoyun said: "You don't have to worry here, I can ask Su Niang to take over the work, and you don't have to save me the money. The most important thing is if it can be done well this time."
Yan Xiao said firmly: "Don't worry! This matter will be taken care of by me. Then you can just wait to take the order."
"Okay, we'll be there at seven or three by then."
"Okay, but now I need to borrow something from you." Yan Xiao said.
Qiaoyun asked: "What do you want to borrow?"
"Men's clothes, but not yesterday's clothes. I'm afraid I'll be mobbed if word spreads."
"These are all small things." Qiao Yun walked behind the curtain with a smile, pushed open a screen, and saw a row of men's clothes hanging inside. There were probably about ten pieces, and each one was very beautiful.
Yan Xiao touched these clothes happily and sighed: "Sister Qiaoyun, you have too many clothes, are you planning to sell them?"
"Don't Su Niang sometimes have to dress up before going out to play? These clothes are made by me in my free time, and they are also prepared for Su Niang. If you like that one, I will give it to you."
Yan Xiao looked at Qiao Yun's majestic appearance and was not pretentious. He chose a dress that was a little more elegant and less bright, and then asked Qiao Yun to dress him up.
While Qiao Yun was painting Yan Xiao, he asked, "You are dressed like this today, do you still want to go to the poetry meeting?"
Yan Xiao took out his poem manuscript and said: "I went home yesterday and saw that the man in my house also took the poems I wrote at the poetry meeting yesterday. Now these poems are being circulated among the scholars in Xunyang, and they are also being circulated among the scholars in Xunyang.
When someone said that they were going to publish a collection of Zhuyao's poems, I thought that rather than letting others make the money, I might as well do it myself."
Qiao Yun took Yan Xiao's poem manuscript and turned it over, saying, "This poem manuscript was written very carefully and even annotated. It's just this word. It's not worthy of the title of your poem."
Yan Xiao smiled sheepishly and said, "That's why I asked you to ghostwrite for me, otherwise it would be very funny."
"Then do you know which bookstore to find?"
"I'm going to take a look around. I'll go there if I see how many people there are in that bookstore."
"I recommend a place to you, Moxiang Bookstore. This is the largest bookstore in Xunyang. You can get the most money by going here."
Yan Xiao nodded, indicating that she knew. She saw that the picture Qiao Yun drew for her really looked like a little book boy. She put away the poem manuscript and said anxiously: "Then I'll go first, and I'll help you tomorrow night when I come back."
Something to show off.”
Qiao Yun looked at Yan Xiao and said anxiously, "I'll ask Uncle Liu to see you off. It's faster to take a carriage."
"That's right. I have to find someone to ask for directions here, which is really troublesome."
Qiaoyun went out and called Zi Yan and said: "Zi Yan, go and ask Uncle Liu to drive the carriage to the door."
Zi Yan put down the things in her hands, responded, and went to the stable to find Uncle Liu.
Qiao Yun pulled Yan Xiao and discussed how to change the clothes. The two talked for a while and finally they had three pieces of clothes. Qiao Yun gave the clothes to several embroiderers and told them to work quickly. Then, they found some more clothes.
For clothes, I want to make not only a skirt, but also some various plackets.
The two of them had just exchanged words when Zi Yan came over and said that the carriage was already at the door, so Qiao Yun walked outside with Yan Xiao.
After Yan Xiao got on the carriage, he went straight to Moxiang Bookstore.
On the way, Yan Xiao looked at the poems she had copied again. They were copied by Yan Xiao overnight. She copied thirty poems and made notes in each poem. In order not to arouse others' suspicion, she specially added "
I wrote a preface, saying that I had traveled to a foreign country five years ago and received advice from the master there. Before his death, the master passed down his teachings to me. However, unfortunately, I contracted a serious disease on my way back from my study tour, and I am afraid that I will die soon.
In this world, I specially wrote this poem to leave it to the world to comfort my mentor’s spirit in heaven.
Yan Xiao looked at the preface he had written and was very impressed by his literary talent. He was even moved by it. This chapter has been completed!