The effect of dyeing is still the same, and Zhao Shinan looks at the silk that does not satisfy him, and is a little sullen. There are less than three months left, and there is no time for more attempts, and the road of raw weaving has now come to an end. Zhao Shinan said in a deep voice: "Stop dyeing grey silk, and prepare to dye raw silk from now on." Do cooked weaving. ”

An elderly craftsman in the dyeing workshop hesitated: "The color of raw silk should be determined according to the pattern of the brocade, but the young master has a picture?"

It is the material of the wedding cheongsam, and the red is naturally indispensable, but how to distinguish the light and shade and layers in the red, especially the brightening, is the difficulty. And in addition to the red, you need to prepare some other colors. Zhao Shinan thought for a while: "First prepare all kinds of red materials, boil out the most positive red, and then order after the rest of the colors are set." The craftsmen answered.

Zhao Shinan originally planned to stay in Gujiazhuang for a few days and ponder about printing and dyeing, but now that he has changed his original plan, he naturally has to re-plan everything. Zhao Shinan is a resolute person, and once he changes his mind, he must immediately take action. Naturally, I had to rush back to Yangzhou City to ponder the brocade pattern and dye silk.

Although Du Heng felt that he didn't have fun, he couldn't do it, so he had to go back to Yangzhou City with Zhao Shinan. When he arrived at home, Zhao Shinan wanted to see what Du Heng's drunken brocade looked like.

Du Heng opened the rosewood wardrobe and took out a bag from the bottom compartment, and after opening it, it was the dowry that Master Du left for Du Heng before his death, drunk brocade. Zhao Shinan only felt that his eyes lit up, he had heard of the name of Drunken Flower Brocade, but he had not seen it in person. Once I saw the drunken flower brocade woven by Du Zhong after he took charge of the Du family, he thought it was nothing more than that, and it was just a vain. Now that I have seen this real drunken flower brocade, I understand that everything in the world really has mysteries.

The background color of this drunken flower brocade is purple, and the pattern is a simple swastika, which is not an easy to shine picture, but the most ordinary monochrome pattern. But the wonder is that the purple seems to change, under the light background, it will reflect several bright or dark purple, those bright colors, complement each other, actually reflect the purple like a colorful splendor, but look closely, but it is only a pure color of purple.

Zhao Shinan gently stroked the brocade and couldn't help sighing: "It's really strange." "If the red brocade can also make such a gorgeous, Mr. Cheng is bound to get it. Zhao Shinan asked Du Heng: "Do you have a recipe?"

Du Heng shook his head: "Such a recipe is naturally passed on to men but not to women, only my brother knows." I stole it when I was a kid, but I only remember the beginning. It's useless either. Du Heng looked at Zhao Shinan hesitantly, "But the brocade he knitted and dyed according to the square is much worse than this, and I don't know what's wrong, there is no bright color." "The colorful bright color is the soul of the drunken brocade.

"That's fine, let's take a look at the recipe first, maybe you can figure out something strange. Zhao Shinan was completely attracted by the drunken flower brocade at the moment. If you can get the dyeing recipe of the drunken flower brocade, this time the brocade will become.

Du Heng covered his mouth and smiled: "Where is it so easy, my brother is hiding it as if he was dying." Since Fang Zi was in his hands, let alone me, even my sister-in-law has never seen what it looks like. ”

"Is it necessary?" Zhao Shinan pursed his lips, it is common for those who do silk printing and dyeing to take the recipe as their life, but since they can't dye it according to the recipe, and Du Zhong has long ceased to make a living as a silk brocade, why bother covering it like a treasure.

"My brother has always been cautious, and the recipe is a family heirloom, even if it is useless, it will not be leaked at will. Du Heng put away the drunken flower brocade. Looking at Zhao Shinan's frowning, Du Heng's heart suddenly twitched.

Zhao Shinan went to find Du Zhong and wanted to try to talk about the drunken flower brocade silk dyeing recipe. But as Du Heng expected, no matter how high Zhao Shinan's price was, although Du Zhong was tempted, he still gritted his teeth and refused. That recipe was passed down to him by his father, and whether it was useful or not, it became a belief like a family heirloom, and Du Zhong did not plan to sell it.

If it was someone else, Zhao Shinan could have dozens of ways to force him to hand over the prescription. The recipes that have been bought are not all sold willingly, most of them are clear and secretly use some methods, either through the official office to cut off the way for people to buy and sell silk, or secretly find someone to make some not bright ways, and finally buy the bottom. But Du Zhong, after all, is Du Heng's brother. Zhao Shinan couldn't start. He didn't want to use any other method than sincerity.

Du Heng knew that Zhao Shinan had been rejected by Du Zhong five times, and he felt indescribably in his heart, and for the first time, he felt a slight pain. The cut-off date is getting closer day by day, but the brocade has not yet had a single eyebrow, and Du Heng is also starting to be anxious, but she only has half a prescription in her mind, and it is to no avail.

It just so happened that the beginning of August was the third birthday of Du Zhong's eldest daughter. Three years old is also a small birthday, and most people will set up a simple banquet to celebrate. Du Heng was about to go back to meet Du Zhong these days, so he happened to take this opportunity to prepare some gifts and go back to Du's house with Zhao Shinan. And Du Heng has another plan in his heart, whether it works or not, he wants to try it.

Du Zhong and Pei Lan saw Du Heng with a ruddy face, and finally let go of the heart that had been hanging. Du Heng went to see the little birthday star and gave him a pair of gold bills and some other objects. After lunch, Zhao Shinan Silk Factory still had something to do, Du Heng easily went back to his parents' house and wanted to stay a little longer, so he said to Zhao Shinan: "You go first, and then come to pick me up in the evening." Zhao Shinan said goodbye first.

Pei Lan was sincerely happy for Du Heng and quipped: "Now you think Shi Nan is good, right?"

Du Heng blushed, but seeing that Du Zhong and Pei Lan were both looking at her with concern, they had to nod: "He is very good to me." Du Zhong and Perrin were completely relieved. Du Zhong's brows relaxed: "When I come to see my father and mother under the spring, I will finally be able to explain well." ”

"What nonsense. Perrin sneered. Everyone laughed for a moment.

Du Heng's eyes moved, and he said casually: "Speaking of my father, I really think of one thing." Shi Nan looked at my dowry and thought that our drunken flower brocade was very strange, and wanted to try it. ”

Du Zhong's face was a little unnatural when he heard the drunken flower brocade, Zhao Shinan had already told him many times about buying a son, and now that his sister came to talk about it, there was a little displeasure on his face.

Du Heng saw that Du Zhong's face was not good, and he turned his eyes and said: "I told him that it was my family's family recipe, and my brother must be a baby." He didn't believe it, and in the end it didn't work. Then I don't know which of his friends actually said that they had a recipe for drunken brocade in their hands. ”

"How is that possible?" Du Zhong was a little surprised.

"I also think it's impossible, I deliberately took half of it today, my brother will see if it's right, if it's wrong, I'll go back and tell him that the provincial dye bluestone has prepared a bunch of money. Du Heng said, handing the prepared half of the recipe to Du Zhong.

Du Zhong took the prescription with some disbelief, looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead, and asked Du Heng with some trembling hands: "Who gave it to him?"

Du Heng pondered for a moment and said: "A friend who walks the rivers and lakes often fights in the autumn breeze of the east and west. Not like a serious person. Brother, is Fang Zi right?"

Du Zhong didn't say anything, but his heart thumped, could it be that the recipe was stolen? The first half is exactly the same, and he couldn't help asking, "Is there a back?"

Du Heng said: "The man said that there is still one, but the asking price is too high. Shi Nan asked him to write half of it first, if it wasn't right, he wouldn't buy it, if it was right, it would be a lot of silver, and it would be worth it. ”

"It's ----- incredible. "Du Zhong almost crumpled half of the recipe, how could anyone else know about the recipe passed down from his father. couldn't help but look up and ask Du Heng, "What else did that person say?"

"Is that right?" Du Heng looked at Du Zhong, his eyebrows were a little worried: "I don't know anything else, but Shi Nan said that that person used to like to steal from east to west, and he chose rich people to steal, and he was also very knowledgeable, in addition to gold and silver, he also stole some valuable ancient calligraphy and paintings." ”

Du Zhong's heart tightened when he heard this, and he couldn't care about small talk anymore, and hurriedly said, "I'll go out first." Du Heng looked out of the attic window, and the direction in which Du Zhong went was the study. It didn't take long for Du Zhong to come back, but he was relaxed.

Du Heng excused himself a little tired, and went back to the room before leaving the pavilion to lie down and rest. After a while, estimating that Pei Lan had already walked away, Du Heng walked to the study.

Du Zhong's study is not large, and there are not many books, Du Heng rummaged back and forth in the drawer under the table, but he didn't get anything. And the cabinets behind him are almost all locked. Du Heng was a little annoyed, when did his brother become so shrewd, she used to come to the study, where were there so many locked cabinets.

was churning, and suddenly Du Zhong's cold voice came from behind him: "Heng'er, what are you doing?"

Du Heng turned his head, and Du Zhong had already stood at the door of the study at some point. Du Heng, who was looking at him in a hurry, had a gloomy face.