Nongmen's fierce wife is a prodigal daughter

Chapter 392
"Please bless the patriarch."

There is a custom in Nanchubufang, that is, when each part is opened, or when it is about to innovate.

They will all pay homage to the ancestors of their profession.

An Ruoxi wanted to try it out today, so of course she wanted to pay homage to the patriarch.

An Ruoxi doesn't mind doing as the Romans do.

Come to the patriarch who is enshrined in the cloth village, kneel there and burn a stick of incense sincerely.

In the dyeing workshop of Southern Chu, the patriarch enshrined is the "Two Immortals of Meige".

After worshiping the patriarch, everyone set up a big dye vat.

This was An Ruoxi's first time dyeing cloth, and it was so novel.

The one who dyed the cloth was a tall man, everyone called him Wood.

This is the fuel in the tank at the corner of the wood, and the side of the tank whispered over there: "Nan Chu likes bright colors, we might as well dye the cloth into wool blue, splashes, and twists basically, these cloths are not pretending. There are more people who take medicine."

Even though An Ruoxi had made preparations before, but looking at these and listening to what Mu Mu said, she still didn't quite understand.

But such cloth is not what An Ruoxi wants.

What she wants is not, although the color is bright, but also elegant in it.

Looking at the colors in front of her, she actually felt a little tacky.

But she found that she could fight or tear herself apart, and even doing business, she didn't find it so difficult.

But it is really difficult to dye the cloth, and to dye the cloth that I am satisfied with. For a whole afternoon, the dyed cloth was destroyed.

Mu Mu was full of confidence from the beginning, but later on, he also became a little worried.

"Let's take a rest first, that's all for today, let's try again tomorrow." An Ruoxi looked at him like this, let him rest first, and then think about it.

On the way back from Buzhuang, An Ruoxi kept thinking about this matter.

My head hurts thinking about it, but I don't have a clue.

"Xiao Xi, don't think about it." Si Moxuan finally couldn't help but said, and then pinched her face: "Don't think about this matter for now."

"How can I not think about it, since I am so boastful and want to dye new fabrics, colors and patterns, then I must make it right."

It's just that what An Ruoxi never expected was that in modern times, there are books written by ancients, so it's very easy to look up some information.

But in ancient times, there were very few natural books.

It relies on technologies passed down from generation to generation. If you want to innovate now, it seems impossible to do it without a little foundation.

Simoxuan said: "Xiao Xi doesn't need to worry, after two days, someone will come to help you."

An Ruoxi was slightly taken aback, and asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"A person Xiaoxi is very familiar with, you will know when he comes."

Hearing her husband's betrayal, An Ruoxi stepped forward and put her arms around Simoxuan's neck, hanging her whole body weight on his neck: "Can't my husband reveal who it is first?"

"Come on, Xiaoxi will naturally know, so Xiaoxi doesn't need to worry now." Si Moxuan obviously didn't intend to say it, and wanted to hang on to his cat's curiosity all the time.

Sure enough, when An Ruoxi learned that there was such a person, she kept guessing who it was, and completely forgot about the dye.

After pestering his husband for a long time, even using up his beauty, he finally found out who it was, which made him slightly stunned: "Really?"

"It's true, you'll know when you come."

After being told by her husband, An Ruoxi looked forward to it.

(End of this chapter)