Shu embroidery

Shen Chuqing quickly picked up the bowl, and took the cake on the plate with the other hand, because the teacher was not there, so she didn't have to worry about her image, she ate it quickly, washed her hands, and rushed out like flying.

At the gate, Mr. Qunfang was wearing a cheongsam embroidered with colorful golden dragons. Although he was over eighty years old, Shen Chuqing, who was only in his early twenties, was envious of that dignified figure.

She was holding a big bamboo basket in her hand, and two big dogs were standing beside her, one on the left and the other on the right. It was as peaceful as a picture scroll specially drawn by a master, making people reluctant to look away.

"Let's go!" Mr. Qunfang said lightly, and handed the big bamboo basket in his hand to Shen Chuqing. Shen Chuqing quickly stepped forward to take it, followed her out of the house, and walked in the mulberry forest without haste.

Huanglong and Wulong just sent them out of the mulberry forest, then turned around and returned to Qunfang Garden.

"The dishes on the market in the morning will be fresher. You can buy something you like and let Lao Chen help you cook it."

"Yes..." Shen Chuqing didn't dare to bother Aunt Chen, but she still answered yes graciously.

Mr. Qunfang turned his head and glanced at her, then turned around and walked towards the main street of the town at a faster speed.

There used to be a special vegetable market in Qingsang Town, but because there was a management fee for setting up a stall to sell vegetables, many nearby farmers were reluctant to pay that money, so they just peddled baskets on both sides of the street.

Over time, a small vegetable market has formed on the street at the entrance of the vegetable market. Because the price is cheap and the dishes are fresh, it is very popular.

Mr. Qunfang walked on this crowd of people, standing out from the crowd without feeling out of place. The crowded and noisy market seemed to be no different from the mulberry forest where she walked.

"How do you sell bitter bamboo shoots?" Mr. Qunfang came to the market with a very clear goal, and went directly to a stall selling bitter bamboo shoots.

"Eight yuan a catty, how many catties do you want?"

"Why is it so expensive, can it be sold for five yuan?"

"Sister! Look at how fresh our bamboo shoots are. They are so thick. If you take them to the county town, they can sell for at least ten yuan." Picking up one of the bamboo shoots that was as thick as a baby's arm, he gestured twice in front of Mr. Qunfang.

"Six yuan, a week at most, when all the bamboo shoots on the mountain come out, you can't even sell them for half the price!"

"Sister, we guard the bamboo forest. We just want to sell more in the past few days. If you really think it's expensive, you can buy it a week later. When the streets are full, it will be cheaper." The bamboo shoot seller is also a real person, so he spoke directly.

"But I want to eat right now, six yuan, give me two catties."

Looking at the teacher who was bargaining in front of her, Shen Chuqing really couldn't connect her with the world-renowned Embroidered Dragon.

"Okay, okay! It looks like you really like to eat it, so I'll weigh you two catties." The bamboo shoot seller took a few bamboo shoots and was about to weigh them.

But Mr. Qunfang hurriedly stopped: "I choose by myself." After speaking, he picked out a few bamboo shoots that looked similar in size and length, and put them on the bamboo shoot seller's scale.

Getting on the scale and giving the money was almost done in one go. Shen Chuqing quickly took the bamboo shoots that had been weighed, put them into the basket, and followed her quietly to continue walking.

Mr. Qunfang seemed to be very keen on bargaining. After a while, he bought some beans and peppers that looked good and filled half of the basket. Shen Chuqing felt a little heavy in his hands.

On the street ahead, someone is yelling loudly, selling cotton candy...

Mr. Qunfang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he squeezed through with a group of half-sized children. After a while, he walked up to Shen Chuqing with two marshmallows in his hand, and handed a bunch to her.

Shen Chuqing mechanically reached out to pick it up, and said thank you politely. Mr. Qunfang looked at the time on his wrist and said, "It's almost time. Next time you want to go to the market, you have to get up early." go back.

I saw her shuttle among the crowd, eating the cotton candy in her hand while walking, but her steps and figure were still so graceful, as if it had been carved into her bone marrow long ago.

Shen Chuqing looked at the marshmallow in her hand, whether to eat or not, she could only silently follow behind her, left the market, and returned to Qunfang Garden.

"You send the things to the kitchen first, and then come to the embroidery room to find me. Oh, by the way, tell Lao Chen that I want to eat cold bamboo shoots today."

After Mr. Qunfang finished speaking, he went straight to the inner courtyard, and Shen Chuqing trotted to the kitchen. Aunt Chen was not there, so he could only put the vegetable basket on the special shelf.

There was a notebook hanging on the side of the shelf with a pen stuck on it. Shen Chuqing opened it curiously and looked at it. Most of it were messages from Mr. Qunfang to Aunt Chen, and the most written ones were nothing more than what dishes they wanted to eat.

Shen Chuqing also imitated the example, wrote Mr. Qunfang's confession on it, and was about to go to the embroidery room in the inner courtyard, only to find that the cotton candy in her hand was still there.

He hurried back to the room again, put the marshmallow in the teacup on the table with great care, and checked the time, it was only 2 minutes before eight o'clock.

He quickly closed the door and rushed to the inner courtyard as fast as possible.

But standing next to the rockery, looking at the exact same doors around, I didn't know which one was the embroidery room, and I didn't dare to push it open rashly, so anxious that I was sweating.

"Why are you standing there in a daze, hurry up and come in!" In the southwest direction, the door was pushed open from the inside, and Mr. Qunfang stood at the door, with a hint of anger on his face.

"Yes" Shen Chuqing replied, and ran over in three steps at a time. As soon as he reached the door, Mr. Qunfang began to criticize again: "What does it look like to be in a panic? An embroiderer, remember to be steady. "

"Yes"

Seeing Shen Chuqing's obsequious look, Mr. Qunfang gave her several slaps, turned around and walked into the room.

Only then did Shen Chuqing look at the layout of the embroidery room. The first feeling was that it was spacious, bright, and clean. Except for some necessary embroidery supplies, there were almost no other redundant things in it.

Even the surrounding walls were clean and nothing was posted. Mr. Qunfang skillfully opened the curtains, and the sunlight from outside shone in, making the embroidery room even brighter.

In the middle of the embroidery room, there is an oversized stretcher. On the stretcher, there is another work that looks like it is only half embroidered, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a huge dragon head.

Shen Chuqing didn't dare to go there, so she could only stand on tiptoe to see more carefully. You must know Mr. Qunfang's works, which she could only see in exhibitions before.