The two went out and got into the carriage, which had a stove on it and was not cold.

Qiandrunken boy has been thinking about the sewing machine: "Miao'er, don't let others know that this kind of strange thing is what you came up with, the previous magazines, those things in the New Year's pictures are not strange, it can only show that you have talent, but now if this thing is known to outsiders, do you know that you will be very dangerous?"

It is rare for a thousand drunken sons to say so much, and his attitude is very stern, and he cannot refute it at all.

Xuan Miao'er sat opposite him in a regular manner, and was really a little scared: "Knowing Brother Qiandrunk, I will tell you everything in the future, and promise not to let outsiders know this." ”

Seeing her well-behaved appearance at this time, how could the drunken boy still hold his face: "Miao'er, you have a lot of differences, but you still have to learn to hide, you did well before, and you will know this in the future?"

Xuan Miaoren nodded hurriedly, knowing that he was doing it for his own good: "I will definitely be careful in the future." ”

"That's good, you're a smart girl, I don't need to say more. Qianzui also knew that Xuan Miao'er was mature in her heart, and if she said more, this girl couldn't hold it on her face, and she should feel uncomfortable.

"I'll tell you everything in the future, just use your reputation to do it, right?" Xuan Miao'er had a lot of thoughts in her heart, so she couldn't help asking.

"Of course, no one dares to guess in Fengnan Country when I am drunk. ”

"It's still my backer, I'm relieved. ”

"Little girl, by the way, tell me about the sewing machine again. The drunken boy opened the drawing and placed it on the table.

Xuan Miaoer analyzed step by step, because the sewing machine was something that appeared in the 70th century, it was originally hand-cranked, and the principle was not difficult, Xuan Miaoer had unintentionally read an analysis of this in her previous life, plus she had used her grandmother's foot sewing machine in her previous life, it was not so difficult to say, she was writing and drawing with a carbon strip in her hand, and the brush was sometimes really inconvenient.

Seeing that she had a black hand, the drunken boy took out a handkerchief: "Wipe your hands, this carbon strip is convenient, but it's too dirty." ”

Xuan Miaoer has always wanted to find Hua Jiye to help make pencils, and this Qiandrunk boy is not more convenient than Hua Jiye: "Brother Qianzui, I want you to help me get something." ”

"What is it?" asked the drunken boy curiously.

"Pencils, colored pencils, anyway, are used for writing and drawing. Xuan Miaoer also knew that it was impossible to use any graphite to make such fine pencils and colored pencils at this time, but it was probably not difficult to make some of them.

The drunken boy looked at Xuan Miao'er questioningly: "Be specific." ”

Xuan Miaoer said all these pencils and colored pencils, thought about it and said, "Why don't you try markers again." ”

"What pen, what is Mark?"

Xuan Miao'er thought for a while: "Then it's called a color pen, I can't remember what it's called." She really didn't want to explain it, because it couldn't be explained.

The drunken boy repeated: "Dye the pen, okay, tell me how to do it?"

Xuan Miaoer knows that there are no plastic products now, so she can only use iron, wood and cotton, but it is enough, probably according to the principle of modern watercolor pens, so it should be possible.

The drunken boy nodded again and again: "Good idea, good idea, I'll see it, I'll let people do this first in a while, and then you can draw drawings without trouble." ”

Before the two of them finished speaking, they arrived at Qianfu.

After entering the inner courtyard, Xuan Miaoer drew the drawings of the sewing machine in detail, and then separated the detailed drawings of different parts.

Qianzui told the trustworthy person to do it quickly, this pencil color pencil is not something that needs to be hidden too much, so just let Qianjuan be responsible for finding someone to do it.

It's all arranged, it's noon, after lunch, the snow still has no intention of stopping, the drunken boy looked outside: "I'll send you back early, this snow is big, your brother and sister will be anxious when it's late." ”

Xuan Miaoer also thought so: "It's okay, my eldest sister is probably worried about me at this time." ”

"Come over tomorrow, I'll try to stay for a few days, get all the pencils and colored pens for you before leaving, as for the sewing machine, I don't think it will be finished before the year, you think about it again these days, and I will find someone to specialize in the rest." ”

"That's great, the pencil is a big deal for me. ”

"I know, that's why I have to stay a few more days. ”

"Then I'll go back today and come back tomorrow. Xuan Miao'er got up and was about to leave.

Qiandrunk also took up: "I'll send you away." ”

"Then you can send it to my door, you don't have to send me home, anyway, your carriage is safe, and Qianluo and Qianmo. ”

Qiandrunken Gongzi thought for a moment: "It's okay, lest I go every day, and you will be too easy to be noticed by others." ”

Xuan Miao'er also thinks so: "Then I'll go, I'll see you tomorrow with Brother Qiandrunk." ”

"See you tomorrow. Qianzui thought this word was very interesting, and said so, and sent Xuan Miao'er into the carriage before he went back to the room and looked intently at the drawings of the sewing machine.

In the next few days, Xuan Miao'er was naturally a frequent visitor to Qianfu, and she went to go if she had nothing to do, and the Qian housekeeper over there also tried her best to get her pencils and those things, while the drunken boy was still more focused on the sewing machine.

On the fifth day, the pencils, colored pencils, and dyed colored pencils were all considered to have the first samples, Xuan Miaoer tried it and it was okay, and said what she thought was inappropriate, and asked the thousand housekeepers to improve.

The drunken boy also praised these pens: "This thing is good, if you are in the carriage, you don't have to worry about the ink spilling, and there are so many colors, it is indeed a good thing." ”

Xuan Miao'er looked proud: "That's it, Brother Qiandrunk doesn't look at who came up with it." ”

The corners of the mouth under the mask of the drunken boy couldn't help but turn up: "The little girl is not modest at all." ”

Xuan Miao'er took the colored pencil and drew a small plum blossom on the paper, "Brother Qiandrunk, how do you see this effect?"

Qianzui couldn't help but praise: "It's real, it's beautiful, and it's very special." He couldn't help but take a pen and try it: "It's really fun." ”

Xuan Miao'er looked at the color of the pen: "Brother Qiandrunk, there are still not enough colors now, and when the time comes, we must divide the colors of this colored pencil into more varieties, different shades, so that the level of painting will be clearer." ”

"I asked Steward Qian to continue to send people to do this until you are satisfied. "Qianzui really thinks this is a good thing.

Xuan Miaoer took another dyeing pen, and according to the layout of the house, she casually drew a three-dimensional map of the city, but it was simpler, and the ornaments were only slightly brought: "Brother Qiandrunk, let's see if the effect of this dyeing pen is more obvious?"

Qianzui took Xuan Miaoer's drawing paper and looked at it carefully a few times: "It's really wonderful, this feels like it's real, I have never heard of your painting method, hurry up and teach me." (To be continued.) )