When the queen became a rich wife

Chapter 64

"Sister-in-law, I didn't expect you to have such a skill. You can embroider. There are not many people who know this kind of skill. Although I don't understand it, your embroiderer...is really exquisite."

Since Rong Dai experienced this ordeal, and she was not the original owner, she adjusted her attitude. She has been in the harem for so many years, and she knows how to deal with things.

Huo Meishu also liked talking to her more and more, and went to her room every day when she had nothing to do.

Rong Dai's foot couldn't get off the ground yet, because it hurt her bones, Zuo Ran's knife was extremely ruthless, and the two of them fell from such a high place again, causing secondary damage to the wound.

Rong Dai looked at her achievements in the past few days. This is a handkerchief embroidered with Hangzhou silk. The pattern is Nanshan pines and cypresses, implying health and longevity.

"I am more interested in these things. Although I am controlled by Zuo Ran, my mother still tries to satisfy me to learn what I want to learn."

Her face was not red and her heart was beating when she told this lie. There was no other way, that's all she could say now.

Otherwise, if he suddenly learned a skill, he would be a ghost.

"Are you only embroidering for grandma? I'm a student of classical music, and I'm also interested in things from my ancestors. It's just a pity that in this country, any handicraft with some inheritance value is so expensive."

Huo Meishu stuck out her tongue and said, seeing that the handkerchief in her hand was shining brightly.

"I don't know what you like, gentlemen and ladies, such as Zhirulan, I embroidered an orchid in the empty valley for you. This is for mother, even the rich and noble peony."

Seeing her bright eyes, Rong Dai breathed a sigh of relief, took out two embroidered handkerchiefs from the box, and handed them to her.

Huo Meishu stroked the embroidery on it, admiringly: "Sister-in-law, why didn't you show your hand before? If this is sold, it will definitely be a hit! Do you know? Now rich and wealthy wives like it Pure handmade things, and more and more like the things handed down from our ancestors.”

Of course Rong Dai knew this, she had checked online before, and the value of a hand-embroidered dress ranged from several thousand to tens of thousands, mainly depending on the embroiderer's skills.

She is very confident in herself as an embroidery worker. When she moved into the cold palace on her own, the emperor didn't care about her life at all.

She could only take jobs and make some embroidery to sell. In those ten years, there were not ten thousand or even thousands of embroidery from her hands.

She does it almost day and night, practice makes perfect, and her mother is an expert in embroidery, she has learned the truth, and this skill is of course getting more and more exquisite.

Although the silk threads here are all very good and the material is also good, but some of the patterns are chosen by the material and embroidery workmanship.

She can't choose one by one by herself, and she can only practice temporarily so that she can adapt quickly.

"Then what do you think if I accept orders online? I know everything about Fengguanxiapei. I have a background in design, and now I am at home recovering from my injuries and I am idle and bored."

She is really short of money!
And even though she accepted the script, the filming of the play has not started yet, so she has no money in her pocket.

Seeing that the money was getting more and more owed, Rong Dai's heart was as anxious as if it was being fried in a frying pan.

"Of course you can, but I heard that embroidery hurts your eyes. It's okay if you do it as a hobby. If it makes money, my elder brother can earn enough to support you for several lifetimes."

Huo Meishu didn't know the anxiety in her heart, she was still admiring the handkerchief.

Rong Dai can't laugh or cry, although Huo Shaoting earns more, it's not her own.

My mother said that a woman's private money is indispensable.

Although she had different feelings for Huo Shaoting, she was already trying to restrain herself, and she would still divorce Huo Shaoting a year later.

So she must learn to be self-reliant in this year. My sister-in-law knows a lot, and she doesn't have so much mind to guess her words. She can know many things with a little formula.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I won't ruin my eyes."

Otherwise, she would have been blind for ten years in the cold palace. She can maintain that level of embroidery work, of course, she also has her own unique secret skills for maintenance.

"That's fine, I'll register for you, and then take a few photos to put up. But sister-in-law, don't have too much hope. There are few people who know the goods now, and they are all machine embroidery, which is very rigid. Pure handwork is really not good. Many, many techniques have been lost.”

Seeing her insistence, Huo Meishu took her mobile phone and registered it online for her, and put the three embroidered handkerchiefs on it.

"It's okay, it's just boring to pass the time."

Rong Dai smiled slightly, saying that it was okay, but she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot in her heart.

"Then I'll accept this handkerchief, thank you sister-in-law!" Huo Meishu was full of joy.

Rong Dai nodded, and handed her the handkerchief embroidered for her mother-in-law: "I'll trouble you to bring it to mom, but mom is still annoyed, so I need you to bother to coax it."

"no big deal."

Huo Meishu winked at her, smiled playfully and went out humming.

Rong Dai looked at her leg which was still in plaster, and sighed softly. This leg is not smooth, and it is difficult to do anything.

It has been a week since I returned to Shengjing, and the public opinion on the Internet has been suppressed.

Firstly, because of Huo Shaoting's ruthless wrists, those who write indiscriminately have been sued.

Second, because the government released the interrogation video, and Zuo Ran had harmed many young girls who hadn't experienced much in the world.

In addition, it was Huo's who offended this time, and because he was afraid of Zuo Ran's revenge, he didn't dare to say a word.

This time Zuo Ran fell down, and all the remaining evidence came out one after another, and the wind of public opinion suddenly changed, Zuo Ran became a street rat on the Internet.

Rong Dai also registered and authenticated a Weibo account, briefly described the matter, and with the help of Huo Meishu, she even took a video and posted it.

At first, some people hacked her, but she was quickly scolded by netizens, and even her account was pulled out.

Rong Dai didn't expect such a dangerous incident to be suppressed so quickly, and her mood became clearer.

She knew that in order to suppress this matter, Huo Shaoting had done a lot for her, so she had to be more self-sufficient.

After thinking about it, she put the pattern of an embroidered handkerchief and the manuscript of the design together on the Internet, and accompanied it with the text: Those who have gone can't be persuaded, but those who come can still be chased.There are flowers in spring, looking at the moon in autumn, cool wind in summer, listening to snow in winter, encourage it.

After she released it, she turned off the screen of her mobile phone, jumped to the desk with one foot, and took out a bag of materials that belonged to the original owner that Huo Shaoting brought from Zuo Ran's room, and took a closer look.

The original owner was studying design, but because of An Feiya's death, she temporarily suspended her studies.

In her previous life, she learned poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and her appreciation ability is naturally top-notch. Looking at the original owner's design, she also became very interested, and gradually had a very big idea in her mind.

Not all the things she knows can be used here, but one or two skills she can use at will are still very valuable in this world.

Such as embroidery, such as calligraphy, such as piano art.

All of these can become a golden rice bowl for her to make a fortune, and Rong Dai is also thankful that all the things of her ancestors have not been lost in this later life.

However, she has checked that there is no record of Shangyuan Kingdom in all the history in this world. The poems and songs she has come into contact with can almost be traced back to the Qing Dynasty here, but Shangyuan was founded in more than 900 AD. It made her even more afraid to reveal this secret.

(End of this chapter)