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The young man put down the tortoise shell in his hand, and looked carefully at the embroidery.

"Sit down and serve tea."

Everyone sat down, and in a short while there were two children who prepared tea and snacks.

There was even a small cup of tea beside the turtle shell.

Yang Zhao was a little surprised by Duan Shui Boy's actions, but after a while, he saw a gray-green head and limbs protruding from the originally black shell, and stretched out his long neck, drinking the tea in front of him.

This thing is actually alive, this is not Wenwan as Yang Zhao thought, it is a pet.

Embroidery is mainly divided into four major categories: Su embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Shu embroidery and Yue embroidery, but there are also many other small varieties of embroidery, such as Kaifeng embroidery and Yao embroidery.

This time Yang Zhao brought a total of a dozen pairs of embroidery, all fan-sized, all embroidered with animals, and all handicrafts of these little bean people in the waterside pavilion.

Don't look at things that take a lot of time.

The young man nodded repeatedly while watching.

"That's it. Although there are many differences in techniques, the charm of things is still similar."

"But it's still not enough. I want better ones. These embroideries are too pursuit of appearance, and they lack energy."

He looked down at the little bean people on the ground.

"The embroidery I want should be embroidered on the sixteen-sided banner, and it will be used to hold ships."

Um, embroidered on the big banner to hold the boat?
Every boat must have an artistic photo of themselves?What a miraculous behavior.

Yang Zhao controlled his expression, squatted down, and acted as an interpreter honestly.

The embroiderers listened to her translation, and they didn't get angry at the fact that someone picked their works, but gathered together to discuss a few words in a low voice.

"According to what he means, what he wants is actually the table of the inner sketch of traditional Chinese painting."

"This matter is also simple. Find a master who is good at Chinese painting to make a base together, and we can fill in the rest of the flesh and blood."

"Can you show us the embroidery in his collection?"

Yang Zhao raised his head and politely translated the sentence.

The young man didn't hesitate, and motioned to the boy next to him to get something.

After a while, a kang table screen was brought up, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Yang Zhao also turned his gaze, and it was a maroon horse embroidered on it.

He held his head high and raised his chest vigorously, and his mane was blown in all directions by the wind, as if it was about to tear out of the paper from the screen.

She couldn't understand the quality of this thing, but felt that the horse's eyes were a little scary.

The little bean people all gathered around and clicked their tongues.

"It's truly a master's craft."

"The techniques are also very different from ours now, and the techniques used by Ping Jin and Jasha are also very different from ours."

They were discussing some words that Yang Zhao could not understand, and after a while they came over and whispered to her.

"The masters we came this time were all young and middle-aged masters, and the older masters didn't dare to bring them here."

"But we need to see what he wants to embroider, and he may express the spirit he said."

"He said he wanted to embroider it on a large banner, so what requirements does he have for the embroidery thread?"

Yang Zhao didn't talk nonsense, so he just chose what he could speak to translate.

The young man didn't make things difficult for them either.

"You can find a few more people, as long as you find them well, I can show you the real body at any time."

After discussing this matter back and forth for three or four days, Guo Fu Min Qiang found four or five groups of people, and even six or seven painters of Chinese painting, and finally found the master who made this nod.

Then they started discussing the embroidery thread and other things of Dazhu's fabric. Although Yang Zhao didn't understand, he also knew that what this young man wanted was not ordinary silk thread.

The young man took out a box of [-] centimeters long and short golden and gray hair balls mixed together. The hair balls were soft and shiny and shone with golden light. Yang Zhao felt like he was being stared at by something when he looked at it from the side.

But Xiaodouren didn't feel much about this thing because of his own body.

They picked up the hairball and put it in front of their eyes, carefully identifying it.

"This thing looks like animal hair."

The young man is very confident, "That's right, this is what I have saved for hundreds of years. Since I want to embroider myself, of course I have to use my own hair to look better."

Although Xiaodouren knew whether the young man in front of him might be human, he didn't expect the other party to admit it openly.

"Do you want to mix these things into the embroidery thread?"

"Correct."

Although this method sounds a little unreliable, the Xiaodou people still discussed how to add this hair to the embroidery.

In the next few days, the young man took Xiaodouren out of Yuntian City alone.

Yang Zhao also learned from Guo Fu Min Qiang that he took these little bean people to a deserted island to show off his real body.

And she was on her way to Laiyuan Fucheng at that time.

Now that the staff has been fixed, and the translators have also come with special Xiaodou people, Yang Zhao entrusts these Xiaodou people to Zhang Shibin, and returns to Laiyuan Fucheng in time.

Young men have more demands on embroidery, and Yang Zhao doesn't have so much time to waste there.

When she arrived in Laiyuan Fucheng, she went directly to Shen Sishen, and a day later, when Shen Sishen had prepared all the goods, Shen Sishen took Yang Zhao to a relatively closed square in Laiyuan Fucheng.

At this time, there are piles of goods to be traded in the square, all covered with rags to block the sunlight outside, and it is impossible to see what they are.

And carefully took out the location Sinan, staring at it without blinking as it was put into a small box in the square.

This formation is very attractive to her now, as long as she steps in, she can understand her homesickness and see her parents.

Everyone in the square retreated to a corner, and then the formation was activated, and the goods on the entire square disappeared.

More than an hour later, piles of sacks tied with ropes appeared on the square, with the words: Fourth Chemical Factory on the bags.

The most important thing is that there is a big red flower on each pile of goods.

Shen Sishen waved at the guys behind him.

Those guys started counting the goods in Mary's house.

Yang Zhao followed the officials in charge of the shifting array step by step and took the position of Sinan, and he finally let go of his suspenseful heart.

To be honest, when the formation was activated just now, she wanted to jump to the square and go back with these goods.

Yang Zhao, who was holding Sinan in his hands, couldn't help but have reddened eyes, like a child who didn't get on the train home.

But the fact is not based on her will, she still didn't go back after all, she had to guard this position and not hand over Sinan to outsiders.

Shen Sishen's clerks were nimble, and they counted things in a short while, and trotted over with a notebook to report.

"Boss, there is no shortage of things, and even half of them are too much."

Today is just one chapter, and I will make up the rest in two or three days tomorrow