Shu Min saw that Liu Er couldn't wait for her appearance, so he had to answer her and began to draw lines on the cloth.

Shumin didn't measure Chunquan's figure, but by visual inspection, she knew it in her heart, and after a while, she painted all the places that should be drawn.

Liu Er looked at those lines, and she had a feeling that she didn't know where to start. The people in the village make clothes, they are all cut by the body, where have I seen the graphic design of the current clothing. Shu Min saw that she was dumbfounded, so he instructed her on how to identify which lines, and described the parts of the body corresponding to the lines in a more intuitive way.

Liu Er listened very carefully, as if she had opened another door in her mind, and behind that door, her mind was even broader, like a small fish swimming from the river to the sea.

Seeing the dismembered pieces of cloth, she couldn't wait to see the ready-to-wear.

Unfortunately, it was already late, and she remembered that her aunt hadn't eaten dinner yet, so she forced herself to suppress that curiosity and went to serve dinner for Shumin.

After being tired all day, Shumin slept with excitement and exhaustion. When they all went to sleep, there was another uninvited guest in her room. He still covered his face, and gently flipped through the contents of Shumin's box under the protective color of the night.

This time he brought a piece of moonstone, the light was gentle, but it could be used to identify things on the paper, and it would not be noticeable and expose himself.

"Why not?" he flipped through the designs that had one on them, but he couldn't find the blueprints of the weapons.

"Isn't it in here? Yes, how can something so important be put casually? It must be somewhere more secret.

But this room is clear at a glance, where else can I hide things?

He made his rounds around, not giving up on any corner, and finally set his eyes on Shumin's stepping bed.

He once arrested a corrupt official, and he hid all his incriminating evidence under the bed, could it be that this Qin woman also hid the manuscript paper of the weapon under the bed?

He cautiously approached the shop, thinking about what to do.

Shumin has a habit, or most of the people who are engaged in design research, that is, once the mind is opened, you can work day and night, and once you stop, the tired habit comes, and you will sleep very deeply.

Although Shumin hasn't worked day and night for design for a long time, today she has been helping the villagers make clothes from morning to night, and her body is quite tired.

There was a purple curtain hanging around the stepping bed, Zhao Wenjie hesitated for a moment, but still carefully lifted the curtain and carefully searched for possible mechanisms on the bed.

But after searching for a long time and finding nothing, he moved his gaze to Shumin's pillow again. Back then, the corrupt official hid silver tickets worth 10,000 taels in the cotton on his pillow. Would the Qin woman also stuff such an important thing in the pillow?

He reached out and quietly touched the pillow, but at this time, Shu Min turned around, originally facing inside, but now he happened to be facing Zhao Wenjie who had just come over.

Zhao Wenjie's heart trembled, and when he saw that she just turned over, there was no sign of waking up, and he put his heart back in his stomach.

He was the commander of the royal army, and if he was found to have broken into the room of the people's women at night, it would really throw the emperor's face into it.

Although Shumin didn't wake up, her head had just pressed down on his left hand, and he pulled it back slightly, but found that it was pressed to death, and if he tried hard, he would definitely wake up the person on the bed, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Shumin's sleeping appearance is very regular, most of them are curled up in the quilt, and the quilt is rolled up on the body, like a big green worm. Her face is a standard melon seed face, small, willow eyebrows, long eyelashes, very white skin, some freckles on the face, but it is already very inconspicuous, the nose is very upturned, the mouth is with a touching pink, slightly open, and occasionally there is a warm fragrance on his hands, slightly itchy.

"That's how it should be. He looked at the person on the bed and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Fortunately, it didn't take long, companion

Although the sigh was soft, he frowned unconsciously.

Why is she still sighing when she falls asleep? Did she have any bad dreams?

Suddenly he was in no mood to rummage, and as the warmth of the hand turned away, his heart seemed to be even more bitter.

Forget it, let's talk about it another day.

Just as he was leaving, he saw a pattern drawn by Shu Min on the table, on which was a man in blue clothes, how familiar did he look at that man, and then take a closer look, isn't that Chunquan?

Hmph, there is really something wrong with these two people!

His mood suddenly became very bad, and he crumpled the paper in his hand into a paper ball.

Wait, didn't I already know that there was a problem with the two of them?Why did my love fluctuate so much?Looking at the paper ball that had been softly twisted by himself for a long time, I had no choice but to take it in my arms and take it away.

There are many reasons why the paper disappears, and it may be that the wind has blown it away. But there is only one reason why the paper suddenly becomes wrinkled, artificial.

He didn't want to leave anything behind.

In his thoughts, he still went down from the window like last time, and still didn't make any sound, but the little wolf still found him.

It can be said that the little wolf had already noticed him, and had been waiting below early, and when he saw him coming, he pounced on him and tore his boots.

"Why don't you have a long memory!" he frowned, threw the little wolf aside, and went out over the wall.

The poor little wolf could not speak, nor did he learn to shout loudly, but just hummed into the corner of the wall as he did last time.

After breakfast the next day, Liu Er hurriedly made the new clothes with Shumin. Shumin was dead asleep, but she kept thinking about the new dress, and she tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep!

Shumin didn't have a problem, and she also wanted to help Chunquan get the clothes done as soon as possible, so she started work just after breakfast. Before starting construction, she also wanted to compare the design drawings to see if there were any changes that needed to be made, but she couldn't find them after looking for a long time.

"Liu'er, did you see the blueprint I put on the table?" Shumin shouted downstairs.

"No, it was on that table last night. Liu Er replied below.

"Strange, why not? Could it be blown away by the wind? Yes, when I woke up in the morning, I saw that the window was open. Maybe I forgot to close the window and was blown away by the wind in the middle of the night. Shumin searched for a while but couldn't find it, and thought to himself.

"Forget it, anyway, I remember, it's the same without a design drawing, but it's a pity, in addition to the design drawing, that picture is still a portrait of Chunquan, so it's gone. "Tsk" Shumin felt a little sorry in his heart.

Under Liu Er's intently gaze, it took half an hour to finish. When all the pieces of cloth were combined into a piece of clothing, Liu Er was excited, pulled the clothes and looked at them, reluctant to put them down.

"If you like it so much, why don't you take it to Uncle Chunquan. Seeing her like that, Shumin quipped.

"What are you talking about, auntie!" Perhaps hearing Shumin's voice, Liu Er stomped her feet with a blushing face and said.

She was just interested in how to make clothes, and what her aunt said was as if she was interested in Uncle Chunquan.

Could it be that my aunt is jealous? She secretly glanced at Shu Min uneasily, and when she saw that her expression was calm, she realized that she was thinking too much.

"After this dress is ready, you have to iron it, so that you can wear it in good spirits!" Shumin said.

Ironing Liu Er knows, she is ready in the morning, and when she hears Shumin, she hurriedly puts the iron on the fire and roasts it, and when it is hot, it can be used to iron clothes.

"Yo, early!" Zhao Wenjie came over early in the morning, didn't knock on the door, and walked straight in.

When Liu Er saw him, she still felt scared, so she made an excuse and hid in the kitchen. Hui'er Feng'an and other children have already gone out to play, and they are wearing new clothes these days, and they can't wait to dangle in front of other children every day.

"Why are you here again?" Shu Min saw him, and his original good mood suddenly disappeared.

"Don't you welcome me?" Zhao Wenjie leaned into her ear and said, "Only people who have done bad things don't like to come into contact with us." ”

You feel too good about yourself, who ordinary people want their homes to be patronized by officials every day. Shumin's heart is a dark word. By the way, he moved his body away from him.

"I didn't come here for anything other than to see if my clothes were ready. Zhao Wenjie's eyes flashed, and he saw a freshly ironed men's dress on the table, which was exactly the same as the one he had seen on the painting last night, and his heart moved. He said, "So you've done it." ”

So saying, he picked up the garment and compared it to himself.

"It's a good job, but the material is a little worse, so I reluctantly accept it. ”

His figure is about the same as Chunquan's, and this dress actually fits very well.

Shumin wanted to stop it, but it was too late, and she was really annoyed when she saw him judging the clothes.

However, he is an official in the end, and he doesn't know what Chunquan has in his hands, and he wants to oppose him everywhere. Although Shumin dared to put on his face, he didn't dare to offend him.

But the clothes she made with her heart were so cheap for him, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"It's good if you're satisfied with this dress, two taels of silver!" Shu Min felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he said casually.

"The official didn't bring the money, so he owed it first. ”

Who knew that Zhao Wenjie's face was not ordinarily thick, so he actually put on the coat in front of Shumin.

"Well, it fits perfectly, it seems that you know the official very well, but the official generally doesn't wear blue, but for you, the official will reluctantly settle it. ”

Blue really doesn't call him.

He is too sharp, but he has some ruffian flavor, black, white and other inclusive colors can be, but blue is too gentlemanly, although the clothes fit, but there is a kind of inappropriate taste on him.

"I reluctantly took this dress with me, remember to make me another white one. I'll send someone to deliver the material. ”

After saying that, he walked away with his clothes dressed, and when he passed by a deserted place, he took off his blue robe in disgust, and threw it into the river, until it was washed away by the current, and then he returned to the village with a gloomy face. (To be continued.) )