728 Lingding Brocade

"Okay!" Rong Xian held the phone, nodded vigorously, and then began to type quickly.

From just now, Xu Wen handed over the matter of updating Weibo and communicating with people to him and Gao Xiaoshu.

He is very fast, but he is not as familiar with these aspects as the two children, and he has always felt that it is better to learn and not do it, it is better to do it while learning, it is easier to deepen the impression.

So during this period of time, including those stories on Weibo, he told them to listen, and then they organized the language update on their behalf.

Rong Xian also specially restrained himself, and his language style was not so out-of-the-box.

Rong Xian posted a Weibo according to what Xu asked, reposted the one just now, and asked if anyone had ever seen this kind of weaving.

This is the first time that "Shuangmu" has communicated with people on Weibo to ask questions, and now he has a high level of attention on Weibo, and someone will reply within a minute, but there is no nutrition, either greeting him to attract his attention, or asking some other questions, or saying that he doesn't know.

"Tsk, it's useless......" Rong Xian looked at them one by one and said, "Hey, this person has set up a few units of the Silk Museum for me, otherwise I will ask in a private message?"

Xu Wen was about to answer, but Rong Xian shouted again, "Someone sent me a private message, saying that this is the style of the Qin family of Wanyuan brocade, but the Qin family does not have this method, and the other party wants to ask/buy!"

Xu Wen was a little surprised, listening to this statement, the other party seemed to be an insider, or even a member of the Qin family.

"I should have written the weaving method on Weibo, others can't understand it, but the Qin family should be able to understand it." ”

Rong Xian repeated his words as he chattered.

"The other party said that the ownership of this weaving is yours and they must give money. After a while, Rong Xian looked up and said.

"Exquisite. He Zhang couldn't help but say beside him, "No wonder they can become one of the fifteen companies in this exhibition." ”

"I still tell them that we don't sell the original technology, we only sell the finished product after analysis. Xu asked.

Rong Xian typed, and looked up after a while: "He said it's no problem, do as we say." ”

"Then let him go to the booth and let Zhang Yi receive them. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

After Rong Xian finished communicating, he just put away his mobile phone, Xu Wen paused for a moment, and said, "Is he from the Qin family?"

"He is. ”

"Give me the phone, I'll talk to him. ”

Xu Wen took the phone, thinking about how to phrase it, and after a while, he finally began to ask the other party.

The other party is indeed from the Qin family, and the position does not seem to be low, but he has a very friendly attitude towards Xu Wen, and he is very patient.

Of course, Xu Wen asked a question about Qin brocade.

Just now, this Qin master said that this cotton yarn thin weaving method is Qin's style, so Xu Wen wanted to inquire, what is the so-called Qin's style, and does it have anything to do with Qin brocade?

After some inquiry, the other party made a little description, and Xu Wen was shocked.

The so-called Qin style is actually a way of thinking, from which various weavings and fabrics are derived.

There will be many changes, but everything will remain the same, and the whole is still a system, and a discerning person will know it at a glance.

This kind of cotton yarn weaving method happens to belong to a branch of this system, with it, you can complete this branch, and even find other weaving and embroidery methods that Qin lost so much that only the name is left, which is very important.

This time I was able to find it unexpectedly in Pingzhen, and the other party was very surprised.

This Master Qin is very honest, it stands to reason that he is exaggerating how important this weaving method is at this time, in fact, he is helping the other party raise the price.

But he said it anyway, and sincerely thanked Xu Wenwen.

Xu Wen was a little embarrassed to hear this, he thought for a while, and then asked: "Then the pair of men and women written in my article are mentioned in the classics of your family, and could they be some ancestor of the Qin family?"

"It did. The man paused before answering.

These five words instantly ignited Xu Wen's heart, he instantly straightened his back, stared at his phone, and was very impulsive to ask the other party for a call, and called directly to ask.

But he resisted the urge and just stared at his phone, not moving.

Next to him, He Zhang Rongxian and the others were all frightened by his movements, and looked at him in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

The man was not typing fast, and although the status kept showing that he was typing, it took a long time for him to send a long paragraph, the wording was completely different from his previous one, as if it were a direct quotation from some text.

This passage is not long, only a hundred words, introducing a female ancestor of the Qin family, weaving and embroidery, especially weaving-based, in his life to create twenty-eight kinds of weaving methods that have never been before, so in the history of the Qin family to leave a name.

This is a special case.

The Qin family is famous for weaving and embroidery, which inevitably leaves the names of many female elders in history.

The difference between this one is that she and her father moved to the Western Desert early on, marrying a local.

She met Fei Shu, who had no children in her life, so she could only devote all her energy to her career and achieved great achievements. Before dying, she asked someone to send her life's work back to Jiangnan, so that she could recognize her ancestors and return to her ancestors, as if this was her real family and children.

The name of this ancestor is also the brocade.

"Just now I asked the children of the clan to check the information and found such a paragraph. There is only one paragraph left about this, but the names of the twenty-eight weavings she left behind are all there, and one can correspond to it, which should be that she is right. Master Qin said.

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed a little emotionally, "Your story is interesting, the first half corresponds to her life, and the second half of her husband's prodigal son turns back and does not match history." If I'm not mistaken, this should be her expectation and imagination. ”

Expectations and imaginations?

Of course Xu Wen knew that it was not, what he wrote was indeed Qin Zhijin's realistic life.

But to put it bluntly, what if it weren't for him?

If he hadn't asked him, given Ni Tianyang a chance to prove his ability again, and forced him to return to his family and reconcile with his family, what would Qin Zhijin's life be like?

Maybe she really can't let Ni Tianyang know the real her for the rest of her life, and the "misunderstanding" between the two can never be eliminated, so she can really only spend her life alone and devote all her life's energy to weaving and embroidery?

Of course, with Qin Brocade's skill, it may not develop to this extent, and even another life may not be an absolute bad thing, but when he thought that the Qin Brocade he knew and saw was completely different from what the Qin family remembered, Xu Wen's mood became very complicated, as if he was a little ...... Glad?

He let out a long breath, his smile fleeting, and soon turned into confusion.

In this way, Qin Zhijin is indeed a figure who once existed in the past time of this world?

Is it just because of his existence that there has been some deviation in life?

What about the others?

What about Lian Tianqing, what about Lian Linlin, and Xu San?

There are many, many others, have they all existed?

Did their lives change because of this?

What kind of form is that world?

Xu Wen looked up at his side, even Tianqing was standing there, he also saw the conversation in the private message just now, frowned slightly, and looked up to look at him.