Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 349 Attacking the Mind (1)
Qian Wan came out, saw Fang Mi gone, shook her head and smiled, "This girl, she was scared away when I mentioned silk weaving, it's really her own child who doesn't know how to treasure, and other girls are envious."

Everyone was amused, and saw that she was holding a wide and flat bamboo stalk, which was decorated with red, willow and green silk fabrics, and there were nearly twenty kinds of colors, such as gorgeous vermilion, deep red and rich, purple and graceful, blue and elegant, dark green and elegant, Yellow is scorching, brown is classic, black is delicate, white is pure, gray is clean, brown is also pleasing, each color is different, the embroidery stitches are also different, and the patterns are also rich and exquisite, just like ten colors Yunxia makes people dizzy.

Qianwan pointed to the silk weaving in the sheath and said with a warm smile: "These silk weaves are collectively called silk, and sometimes they are also called silk. They are subdivided into more than ten names, such as silk, silk, plain silk, brocade, and damask. etc. Silk refers to cooked silk woven from raw silk, Wan refers to delicate silk, and fine silk refers to double-filament fine silk. Onyx refers to silk that has not been dyed or specially treated. Silk fabric without literary talent. Silk refers to silk fabrics that are generally finer in texture but not too thin. As for Qi and damask, those with textured textures are called riding, and those that are light like a mirror and have flower shapes are called damask. Yarn is spun silk. In terms of weaving, the light one is yarn, and the crepe is the hub. Crepe also refers to silk fabrics that are thin and wrinkled on the surface. Luo refers to silk fabrics that are thin in texture, smooth to the touch, beautiful and elegant in pattern, and breathable. Brocade refers to jacquard fabrics with large colorful patterns. This is called weaving, and it is very precious.”

Qianwan told them to take the same thing and let them take a closer look, and everyone remembered them one by one. The so-called "weaving" is a Kesi fabric with weft threads and double-sided patterns. It is skillfully woven by skilled weavers and is completely natural , is extremely quaint and wonderful.

A few people gasped in admiration, holding it up and weaving it, you pass it on to me, it is like a peerless famous flower, only when it is carefully cared for, can it appear that they cherish and appreciate it.

After talking about the types of silk weaving, Qianwan also talked about weaving and stitching methods. Kuyi and the others listened with great interest, completely forgetting that there is one more thing that needs to be worked hard to find.

It wasn't until Ju Ge was embarrassed to say that he wanted to urinate, that he broke up everyone's conversation.

Kuyi patted her head and said in shock, "Oh, I'll go and see Aunt Xianyun, she's sick."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly took the Susha Zen robe and left.

Everyone laughed and said goodbye one by one.

Everyone is busy with their own work.

But it is the same goal in life, busy for a better tomorrow.

Kuyi put away the Susha Zen clothes, and then knocked on the door of Shan's nanny.

It was Mother Jing who opened the door, and hurriedly let her in, calling out, "Sister Shan, Miss is here."

Nanny Shan stepped forward to pick it up, knelt down on the ground suddenly, kowtowed to Kuyi repeatedly, and said sadly: "Miss, please save Xianyun, she has never been able to talk since she came back, and she is in a daze all day, I don't know what she is thinking Even if I ask her, she won't tell me, now that I'm sick of being sick again, how should I deal with it!"

Kuyi helped Shan's nanny up, not allowing her to kowtow again, and comforted her softly: "Nanny, don't worry, Aunt Yun just didn't feel used to it when she came back. She used to be worried all the time in the palace, and she didn't dare to have the slightest difference. Stretched like a full bow, once the arrow is shot, people will relax, and suddenly don't know how to live. I have been busy cleaning up my crimes these days, and I haven't cared about Aunt Yun for a moment. I was careless, and I hope the babysitter will understand. Don't be sad, I believe that Aunt Yun will soon return to her former carefree smile and be happy with the nanny."

Shan's nanny wiped her tears, sighed faintly and sat beside the brocade couch with folded branches of roses, staring blankly at Xianyun with a sad face.

(End of this chapter)