Chapter 1942

Mo fangqin heard yunchujiu say so, but still some have no bottom, this plain brocade is clearly defective, long eyes can see, how to her that turned into a sweet cake? Is this possible?

After lunch, Mo Xiao Ting sent some brocade to Yunchu nine.

Mo Fang Qin a look, the heart on the majority of cool!

These plain brocades are not only mottled in color, but also have different patterns on each piece. Even if you want to stitch them together, it's strange that some people buy this rag!

Yun Chujiu looked at the cloth, but his eyes were shining, as if looking at gold and silver: "baby! Baby! Three younger sister, these will soon become shining spirit stone! At that time, my sister will let you drink soup with meat. "

Mo Fang Qin's eyes twitch, drink soup? If you don't let me be implicated by you, I will be Amitabha!

Yun Chujiu took out a big kitchen knife, cut a piece of cloth, and then said to Mo fangqin with a smile: "three younger sister, I give you an important task."

Mo Fang Qin's face was confused: "what task?"

"It's easy. Just stand still."

Yun Chu nine finish, take that piece of cloth to begin to draw on the body of Mo Fang Qin, for a while happy, while frowning, just like a mental illness.

"Elder sister, do you still want to sell these cloth into clothes? You said to your grandfather that you would sell the cloth in half a month. There was not enough time to make clothes. Besides, even if you could finish it, you would have no time to sell it! What's more, can you wear clothes made of this cloth? " Mo Fang Qin thinks that Yun Chu Jiu's boasting and boasting has made her hair so big that she can't sell the cloth.

After a long time of comparison, Yunchu said to Mo fangqin, "three younger sister, you can go and play by yourself! I'm going to be busy! "

Although Mo fangqin was puzzled, she went out with insight.

Yun Chu Jiu took out a pile of Xuan paper, and then took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to draw.

I was not satisfied with the painting. I kneaded it and threw it on the ground.

He drew another one, but he was not satisfied. He kneaded it and threw it on the ground.

Soon, the ground was covered with paper balls.

At dinner time, Mo fangqin comes to yunchujiu. She pushes the door and is startled. She sees that the ground is full of waste paper balls, and yunchujiu is still painting there.

Seeing a pile of drawings on the table, Mo Fang Qin can't help but pick up one. What she sees is a painting of clothes on it. Although it is just a simple outline with ink and brush, it still gives people a bright spot.

The patterns of these clothes are the ones she has never seen before. Are you going to cut these plain brocade into ready-made clothes? It's just, will this defective product destroy this exquisite design?

When Mo Fang Qin was thinking about it, she heard Yun Chu Jiu say, "you came just in time. The words I wrote are really natural and elegant. I'm afraid others can't recognize it. You can write it."

Mo Fang Qin curled her lips, graceful and elegant? I'm afraid your handwriting is too ugly?!

Mo fangqin took over the brush, and Yun Chujiu took out a drawing and handed it to her: "this garment is made of red cloth, and it is made of white plain silk. The material should be light and transparent."

The pattern of ready-made clothes flashed in her mind. The mottled pattern on the clothes and the white silk on it should be really good.

Yun Chujiu asked Mo fangqin to write all the items that needed to be noted in the rest of the drawings, and then stretched out: "OK, you can have dinner."

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