In less than five minutes, everything was in order.

Zhu Daolin brought a chair by himself, put it in front of the sewing machine, began to load the bottom line bag on the sewing machine, and then inserted a small black thread cylinder into the thread base above the machine head, and explained in detail to the seven or eight eunuchs and palace maids gathered around to observe while drying.

When in doubt, Zhu Daolin immediately came again, no matter who he was talking to, he was calm and very patient, which moved the eunuchs and palace maids of the low-status Needle and Clothing Bureau.

After everyone understood, Zhu Daolin stood up and glanced around, picked up the exquisite tape measure, walked to the old palace maid who was over forty purple and mediocre at the very edge, smiled and told the trembling old palace maid not to be nervous, and then squatted down to measure the old palace maid, and stunned everyone.

After measuring himself, Zhu Daolin put away the tape measure and came to the square table where the silk cloth was placed.

After a moment of visual inspection, and then checking the warp and weft of the blue dark silk cloth, Zhu Daolin picked up the tailoring scissors, cut them quickly, quickly took the size of five pieces of silk back to the sewing machine and sat down, sewed a thread with one of the small strips of cloth, and then patiently adjusted the tightness of the thread bag and the spool of the nose, repeatedly drove the pedal, and drove out a stitch to check it repeatedly.

When everything was ready, Zhu Daolin raised his head and asked if everyone understood?

Seeing that nearly half of the people still didn't understand, Zhu Daolin explained from scratch again, starting from scratch against the real thing, explaining the function of each component in detail while drying, explaining the impact of the tightness of the upper and lower threads on the sewing effect, telling everyone how to adjust, how to maintain it at ordinary times, and so on.

After speaking for more than an hour, Zhu Daolin asked again if everyone understood?

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Zhu Daolin began to sew skirts.

Because the silk was too slippery, it was very difficult to sew the skirt, so Zhu Daolin asked someone to bring rice soup and an iron iron to evenly coat the rice milk on the long strip of silk cloth. Fold it up and then use an iron to set it, and the eunuch Cao Huachun, the commander of the East Factory, sighed on the side, and the eunuch craftsmen and palace maids of the Needle and Clothing Bureau nodded frequently.

At noon, a pleated long skirt with a novel style was born in Zhu Daolin's hands.

Zhu Daolin cut off the last thread, shook off the long skirt and checked it for a while, before he was satisfied and sent the skirt to the old palace maid who was at a loss:

"I'm usually too busy. I didn't have time to fiddle with the sewing machine, and I didn't do anything other than a skirt and simple **pants...... This kind of skirt cutting style and sewing method was taught to me by my mother, you are not much different from my mother's age, give it to you, don't dislike it. ”

The old palace maid's eyes suddenly turned red, and the tears that filled her eyes slid silently down the wrinkled corners of her eyes, and she suddenly lowered her head and bowed deeply to Zhu Daolin. hugged her skirt and turned around and ran out, moving the eunuchs and palace maids to tears.

Rao is hard-hearted Cao Huachun, and he couldn't help wiping away tears, he silently looked at Zhu Daolin, who returned to the sewing machine and began to clean up, and clearly saw that Zhu Daolin, who lowered his head, his eyes were also red.

Emperor Chongzhen, who was in a hurry, returned to the imperial study, and the eunuchs and palace maids who had a heated discussion with Zhu Daolin about the use and maintenance of the sewing machine hurriedly knelt down and said goodbye.

Zhu Daolin was also not spared, and under the smiling gaze of the young emperor, he obediently knelt down and kowtowed.

"It's pretty lively. Halfway through the process, someone reported that Zhu Aiqing would not only sew beautiful pleated skirts with delicate machines. He also patiently taught everyone the techniques of manipulating the machine and the method of maintenance, and once he couldn't say it clearly, he didn't have the slightest impatience, it was really hard to imagine that Aiqing had such patience, I admired it very much! Don't kneel, get flat. ”

Emperor Chongzhen seemed to be in a good mood. It was rare to joke with Zhu Daolin.

Zhu Daolin stood up, looked at Emperor Chongzhen, whose face was slightly red and radiant, and then turned to Wang Chengen, who was smiling on the side.

Wang Chengen turned his face to the side, and whispered to the kneeling group of eunuchs and palace maids to get up and take away the sewing machine and other bits and pieces.

The eunuch, the chief keeper of the imperial dining room, who was waiting at the door, quickly lowered his head and entered. A few little fathers-in-law followed behind him, bringing a few vermilion food boxes and a small square table of rosewood, Cao Huachun and Zhao Huaizhong hurriedly brought two yellow embroidered brocade mats and carefully placed them in the open space under the window.

Seeing this, Zhu Daolin hurriedly said goodbye: "The minister does not dare to disturb the emperor's meal, please allow the minister to retire temporarily." ”

Emperor Chongzhen, who was taking off his gown and changing into civilian clothes, pouted: "What? Doesn't Aiqing like my food? ”

Zhu Daolin helplessly explained: "Thunder, rain and dew are all royal graces, even if ordinary ministers receive a glass of water from the emperor, they are enough to be grateful!" What's more, Weichen is such a martial artist? ”

Emperor Chongzhen smiled again, tightened the jade belt around his waist, shook his sleeves, nodded slightly to the two eunuchs, walked to the small square table and knelt down in a few steps:

"Don't think that I don't know your Zhu Daolin's preferences, you can invite others to eat a hundred taels of silver for a meal, and you can also squat and eat side by side with a big bowl with humble soldiers in the barracks, and you often do this, and you have never complained of hardship, so ah, if you don't dislike my poor food, stop being hypocritical, and eat with me."

"I can't ask for it! I am afraid that such a great glory can be passed on to the generation of grandchildren. After Zhu Daolin finished speaking, he walked over unceremoniously, sat cross-legged on the brocade mat in bursts of low laughter, took the half bowl of soup from his little father-in-law's hands and said thank you casually, which frightened the little father-in-law on the spot.

Zhu Daolin, who was thirsty and hungry, drank half a bowl of seaweed shredded pork soup in one gulp, and handed the bowl to the stunned little father-in-law again:

"Please add me another bowl of soup, it tastes good, if you boil some shrimp and two small bones into a broth, then put down the seaweed and beaten eggs and use the high fire, serve it immediately after boiling, and sprinkle some green onions and coriander, it will be sweeter."

Wang Chengen and Cao Huachun on the side finally couldn't help it, covered their mouths and turned around, their shoulders twitched with laughter, and Emperor Chongzhen on the opposite side shook his head again and again, he really didn't expect this Zhu Daolin to be so open, and he was not polite at all.

Emperor Chongzhen's Chinese dishes are indeed simple, a small plate of shredded pork fried garlic sprouts, a small dish of vinegared cabbage, and the only thing with more meat is half a bowl of stewed mutton.

Zhu Daolin finished drinking the second bowl of soup and began to eat, and saw that the little eunuch carefully picked up the silver chopsticks, put two empty Fluttershy, and wanted to put a little bit of each dish on the small plate for himself, so he simply handed the bowl over, and asked the little eunuch to put the dishes directly into his bowl, no matter how many pairs of eyes were staring in shock, after three bites and two mouthfuls of a bowl of rice, he finally put down the bowl and whispered thanks, saying that he was full.

Emperor Chongzhen shook his head with a wry smile, poured down the small half bowl of soup that had not been drunk in his hand, picked up the rice bowl as if angry, and ate it in a big gulp.

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