But when she saw the black and white, a thought suddenly popped into her head. Novel/

This made her look at the black and white four lines on the two walls in a daze. Xue Mingyu, who was on a festive wedding holiday, was weak and didn't dare to touch it, so she could be used as funeral supplies. You see so much black, so much white, and you can also take advantage of those low-key gray colors, brown colors. Whoever died or something, they all went to buy white cloth temporarily, went home and cut it and put it on their bodies. Those who have money buy white silk, and those who don't have money buy white hemp. In fact, they all look the same, with white hats and white robes wrapped around their heads and bodies. So what if you make some finished filial piety clothes? The peach plum begonia peony beast can not be embroidered, that can be embroidered landscape pattern, hollow pattern, turtle back pattern or something. If you want to make some high-end prices, you can embroider a complicated point of pattern, then there are also twenty-four filial piety, woodcutter ploughing, Jiangya sea water and the like.

No matter who you are, you want to show that you are filial when you do funerals, and Yanjing and Xiliang are similar, as long as they are not particularly poor, they have to do 7749 days of mourning for the dead. Especially those rich people, when they do funerals, they want to show filial piety, want to be decent in front of others, and want to show off their wealth, they should be more accepting of her mourning clothes. What about people who don't have money, anyway, the high and low prices have their own different configurations.

Seeing Xue Mingyu standing there looking at the dense silk threads, his brows furrowed, as if he was recognizing the difference in color, who knew that at this time, Xue Mingyu's heart was like a sea of tides.

Xue Mingyu suddenly thought of a difficult point. People know the date of wedding leave and celebration in advance, so there is a lot of time to purchase these things, and the shop also has time to rush to make them. But when it comes to funerals, except for those who have been sick for many years or are old and frail, it is impossible to predict who will die one day. But as long as a person dies, this mourning dress is the first time to be put on. Then this time is particularly limited. So what to do?

Or, make some finished plain filial piety clothes to prepare, patterns or something, then you can only embroider various patterns in advance, and temporarily sew the embroidered patterns to the finished sample clothes according to the preferences of the guests. This is the fastest way to do it. The piping of the collar and cuffs on the sample clothes, those that can be embroidered before, and the large patterns that are needed on the body are embroidered separately in advance and sewn up temporarily. In this case, the sample clothes have to be made of different models, otherwise people are tall, short, fat and thin, and the height is easy to change, so it will be difficult to be fat and thin.

"Good dogs don't get in the way, don't you know?" As she was immersed in her own thoughts, a coquettish shout interrupted her violently.

Only then did Xue Mingyu realize that Carefree had been tugging at her sleeve for a long time. In fact, even if she selflessly occupies the left half of the staircase, the right half is definitely enough for people to go up and down. She didn't look up at her height, but just looked at a water-green skirt, standing in the middle of the stairs with a loud voice, presumably someone who never knew how to walk sideways for others. Such a sharp and brutal voice has already attracted the attention of the few customers in the already relatively quiet store.

Xue Mingyu didn't want to look up to see who was arrogant to her, she was already standing in a relatively low position, and she was not tall, and if she looked up at others, wouldn't it be more humiliating. Besides, if you listen to this tone, you are not a good Lord. So Xue Mingyu lowered his head and hurriedly moved to the side, almost touching the side of the stairs, "I'm sorry." You please. This posture is so low that even Wuwu felt sorry for her in his heart.

It is difficult for a concubine to marry

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