Rebirth Red Mansion Planting Farms

Hearing the sound, the master hurriedly stopped talking and laughing, turned around and looked at Qing'er a few times, then said: "Girl, it was you who posted the notice?"

Qing'er nodded timidly.

The master laughed again and said: "Sure enough, the real person doesn't show his face. I didn't expect you to have such great ambition at such a young age." After speaking, he turned his body and said to the man sitting beside him wearing a white silk inlaid golden twig pattern robe , "My lord, look, after working for a few days, this is the only one who should be on the list, should I find out first and then talk about it?"

The white-robed man suddenly laughed and said: "Your place is so vast and sparsely populated, it's already unexpected that someone can reveal the list." He asked Qing'er again, "How old are you? What do you do at home?"

Qing'er said: "If you go back to the master, the little girl has not yet reached the age of Ji this year, her parents are farming, and one elder brother is working as a helper in a big family."

The white-robed man nodded slightly: "So, she is the daughter of an innocent family. Anyway, since you dare to expose the list, we will only know what you are capable of after we have seen it." After saying that, he ordered someone to fetch needles and threads.

Qing'er didn't want to do this trick again, her face turned pale, her palms were sweating, not knowing what he wanted to see.Not long after, a little maid turned out from the backyard, combing her hair in a bun, wearing a silver-red shirt, covered with snow-green bijia, holding a sewing basket in her arms, and asked: "Master, do you think these are enough?" ?"

The official looked into the bamboo basket and saw that there were all kinds of silk threads, and there was still a piece of white silk that hadn't been moved. He said, "that's enough, it's just a small job. It doesn't need so much." He asked the maid to send the bamboo basket to him Going to the man in white robe, he said, "My lord, take a look too."

The white-robed man stretched out his hand and pushed the basket half a foot away, shook his head and smiled, "I don't need to look at it." Then he turned to Qing'er and said, "Although I am a layman in sewing, I have worn clothes for so many years, and I know what clothes are. What is it called? You just pick up your best and most skillful pattern and embroider a simple one, with a limit of one hour. Master Deng and I are waiting here, and you can embroider your own, and come back when you are ready. "

"This..." Qing'er couldn't help being a little embarrassed, it's not difficult to embroider a good pattern, but it's much more difficult to embroider a pattern that shows her skills.The techniques on this needlework are numerous and complicated, but there are dozens of needleworks, how could she know which one to use to show her skills, it is obviously a troublesome person, Gudao Qiaoer repeatedly said that it is tricky.

But the matter has come to this point, at least it has to be embroidered, otherwise it will make people laugh.Bowing and answering yes, Qing'er took the bamboo basket and followed the maid who came before to a side room in the backyard. After thinking for a while, she picked up her best narcissus and embroidered a sample.

After an hour, Qing'er felt that her neck was drooping and sore, the maid who was waiting outside came in at the hour, and said with a smile: "Miss, have you embroidered?"

Qing'er handed the narcissus to her and said, "Thank you, sister, it's already embroidered."

The maid took a small embroidery sample that looked like a handkerchief, held it in her hand for a closer look, and couldn't help boasting: "What a delicate embroidery method. Although this narcissus is simple, it's rare that you have the heart to put that old stem The inner buds are all distinguished so carefully."

"Thank you sister for your compliment." Qing'er smiled slightly, "It's already an hour, please ask sister to lead the way to meet the master."

The servant girl smiled and said: "That's right, I almost forgot about this one, hurry up, and save the master from waiting." While talking, she had already packed up her things quickly, took Qing'er out and went straight to the left Turning around, passing the long corridor and entering a moon gate, Mr. Deng, the county magistrate, was still sitting in the courtyard with the white-robed young man, chatting about family affairs.

The servant girl brought Qing'er over and said: "Master, Miss Wang's work has been done."

"Oh?" Master Deng smiled and said, "Hurry up and show it to Young Master, take a closer look."

Hearing this, the maid hurriedly took out the embroidered handkerchief from the basket, and handed it respectfully to the young man in white robe.On the side, Qing'er pursed her lips tightly, and stared at the young master uneasily.He turned the embroidered handkerchief over and over several times to look at it, and then took a closer look at the stitches and colors. After a long while, he put the embroidered handkerchief back into the basket, shook his fan and smiled, "Sure enough, the artist is bold, this girl really can't bear it." I'm underestimated."

Mr. Deng who said that was also very curious, he quickly took out the veil and looked at it, then nodded for a long time and said: "This old man is also interesting to look at, young master, are you satisfied this time?"

"Satisfied, there is nothing more satisfying than this." The white-robed young man raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile, "Master Deng, if this is accomplished, you will have the greatest contribution."

"Hey, what did you say?"

Mr. Deng waved his hand modestly, and said with a polite smile: "The one who deserves the most credit is still Mr. Zheng. If there is any need for help in the future, Mr. Zheng will just give orders, and the next official will do everything he can to serve your son and your son." The son is at your service."

Mr. Zheng smiled, but he didn't answer anymore, he just said to the servant girl: "Go and call my boy, pass my message to him, and say that you have found a needle expert, and ask him to pass the things in."

"Yes."

The servant girl went away in response, and after a while brought in a young boy in a green coat and a small hat, knelt on one knee and said: "Master, the little man brought what you wanted."

Mr. Zheng said: "Get up and talk."

The boy agreed, stood up, and heard him say again: "Show Miss Wang the things, and I'll talk after I finish reading."

The boy then opened the bundle of silk and satin that he brought over, revealing a scroll, unfolded the scroll carefully, and signaled Qing'er to read it.Qing'er didn't know what was painted on it, so she hurriedly leaned over and took a look at the sudden change in her face, but she couldn't believe it, so she hurriedly took a second look.The nails were secretly gouging out the palm of her hand, and the bursts of pain reminded her that this was not a dream, and the person in that painting was definitely Miss Qiao.In the painting, Qiaojie has black hair like a waterfall, scattered on her shoulders, and the thin black net towel she usually wears falls beside her cloth shoes. Her face is indescribably horrified. an outstanding honor.

Looking at the arch bridge at the foot, it is undoubtedly the one at the head of the village, but when did this happen?And who drew this painting, and what purpose did he... have?Could it be that people from the capital came here?

There were many thoughts in his mind, because he was carrying Mr. Deng and Mr. Zheng behind his back, and now he lowered his head again, the expression on Qing'er's face was not noticed for a while.After staring blankly for a while, Mr. Zheng asked behind her: "How, if this painting is embroidered, how easy is it?"

Qing'er bit her lower lip lightly, knowing that it is not appropriate to reveal her clues at this moment, and looked at the person in the painting again, Fang turned around and replied in a low voice: "Although figure embroidery is not common, it is rare to have ready-made patterns, but it is also easy."

Mr. Zheng nodded with a smile, and Mr. Deng quickly followed suit: "How long will it take?"

Qing'er did some calculations and boldly said: "It will take more than a month to say less."

"Yue Yu is too long." Mr. Zheng said suddenly, "In my opinion, according to your efforts to embroider narcissus just now, this painting only took half a month to complete. What do you think?"

"I..." Qing'er rolled her eyes and said, "Dare to ask my lord, is this painting in a hurry, and who wants it?"

Mr. Zheng was stunned, and quickly waved his hands and chuckled: "There is no need to ask more about this, as long as it is a certainty. Don't worry, after the matter is completed, you will be indispensable for the reward."

"Thank you sir."

Qing'er bowed profusely, thinking to herself that it's better to go back first, and ask Qiao'er what she means.So he didn't ask any more questions, took the burden from the servant, and left the yamen.

Only Ban'er was still outside. When he saw Qing'er coming out, he rushed up to meet him and said, "Why have you been gone for so long? What have you been doing?"

Qing'er covered his mouth and hissed, turned his head to see Qiao'er was not there, frowned, grabbed Ban'er's arm and said, "Where is Sister Qiao? Why are you here alone?"

Ban'er was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the direction of home and said: "I just felt a little uncomfortable, I told her to go back and rest."

Only then did Qing'er heave a sigh of relief, pulled the board and said, "Brother, let's go, I'll tell you more about it when I get back." After finishing speaking, the two brothers and sisters went straight home.When she got home, Qiaoer just heard that her grandma was going to carry water, so she got up to help her carry it together.The two were busy, Qing'er Ban'er started and said: "Grandma and the girl put it down, we are tired of watching you, let us carry water."

As he said that, Ban'er rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, brought water up from the well, and took some water to wash his face.

Grandma Liu asked with a smile: "Then the notice was posted back?"

Ban'er pursed his lips and was about to say something, but he didn't dare to say so, so he looked at Qing'er and Qiao'er, seeing that they were both shaking their heads, and said: "The bulletin board has gone to another place, grandma can rest assured."

Grandma didn't speak, and told them to clean up all the things in the yard, and then went to the stove to boil water.As soon as Qing'er saw her grandma go away, she quickly pulled Ban'er Qiao'er and said, "Brother and sister, come with me."

When the three of them entered the room, Qing'er unfolded the bundle, took out the scroll, and showed Qiao'er and Ban'er.As expected, both of them were shocked and asked her, "Where did you get this painting?"

Qing'er then told Qiao'er what happened after entering the inner office. Both Qiao'er and Ban'er were shocked. Ban'er looked at the painting carefully and felt familiar with it, so he asked Qiao'er, "Sister, do you remember this painting?" When did this happen?"

Qiao'er had already seen that it was the unprovoked collision with Prince Hongxi, and now that she could no longer hide it, she told about the Dongshengdijun Temple Fair.Ban'er vaguely remembered that there was such a thing, and wondered that Qiao'er fell off the bridge that day, and she came here to avoid it.

Thinking of this, Ban'er took the scroll and said firmly: "Why don't we burn this so that they can't find my sister again."

Qiaoer was funny but helpless: "If you burn this one, brother, how do you know they can't draw the second one?"

"This..." Ban'er concluded, threw the scroll on the table depressed, and said, "Then according to my sister's wishes, what should I do?"