"Yuan'er ......" Erlang strode forward, his face full of excitement.

"Second brother, where have you been?" Song Qingyuan looked at Erlang in surprise, what good thing did this happen? So happy.

"I went around Chen's house......" Erlang said casually, holding back the smile on his face, and patted Song Qingyuan, "Let's go, go home!" ”

"Good!" Song Qingyuan responded, observing Erlang as he walked.

After turning around in Chen's house, can you laugh so in the spring breeze? Song Qingyuan didn't believe it.

At the intersection, the brother and sister separated from Lu Mingxuan.

Song Qingyuan dragged Erlang over, "Say, what did you do in the Chen family?" ”

"What can I do!" Jiro shouted loudly, and there was a joy in his words.

The corners of his mouth are raised, his eyebrows and eyes are crooked, Song Qingyuan will not be slightly expression, and he also knows that Erlang is in a very good mood now, just like ...... A young man in love.

In love? Wait a minute! A flash of inspiration flashed in Song Qingyuan's heart, and it seemed to have cleared a layer of fog.

"Second brother, you shouldn't have met a girl, right?" Song Qingyuan said tentatively.

Erlang crooked the corners of his mouth, and a brain popped up, "What are you thinking, you don't learn well at a young age, be careful that I cut you!" Jiro clenched his fist demonstratively.

Believe in you to have a ghost! Song Qingyuan rolled her eyes, she likes to say it or not, anyway, she will know sooner or later.

............

Following.

The Song family went to the room.

Zhou handed the embroidered green bamboo picture to Song Qingyuan, "Yuan'er, what do you think?" ”

"If it doesn't work, the milk is embroidering!" Zhou's Road.

"Okay! How not, it's just amazing! This bamboo embroidery is layered and lifelike, just like printing. ”

"Look at these two sides again, they are exactly the same, the line knot is hidden without a trace, and it is impossible to tell which one is positive and which is negative."

", you're amazing!" Song Qingyuan's eyes flashed with scorching light, looking at the green bamboo picture in his hand and couldn't put it down.

"I suddenly don't want to give it to Mr. Yue Lin, what should I do?" Song Qingyuan was reluctant to give up.

Zhou snorted, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "You will ignore me, how can it be as good as you say." ”

"Milk, I really didn't lie to you this time!" Song Qingyuan's eyes were full of seriousness, "Just this green bamboo picture embroidered by milk, it is well framed, and it is not a problem to sell it for a few taels of silver." ”

"How many taels?" Zhou Shi was surprised and shook his head, "I have been doing embroidery work for so many years, and I don't see anyone whose embroidery work can be sold for a few taels of silver." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled confidently, "Others can't, I can!" "Make a table, fry and the price can go up.

Zhou apparently didn't believe it.

Song Qingyuan didn't explain much, there was no shortage of these taels of silver in the family, and there was no need for the Zhou family to earn it.

Putting down the green bamboo map, Song Qingyuan moved the customized rosewood table screen in.

"What's this?" Zhou asked.

Song Qingyuan unloaded the garden circle on the stage screen, "This is for embroidery." ”

"Fit here?" Zhou was puzzled, she had done embroidery work for many years, and she had also seen screen ornaments, but she had never seen anything like this.

"Milk will know it when you look at it......" After speaking, Song Qingyuan moved the circle away from the middle and divided it into two.

Then spread the embroidery work on top and draw it along the circle.

Use scissors to cut out the excess part, and the remaining circular embroidery is completely inlaid in the circle.

The circle is put back on the screen.

As soon as the fingers fluctuated, the circle turned.

"Milk, what do you think?" Song Qingyuan asked.

"This ......" Zhou's face was shocked, as soon as this embroidery picture was installed on the stage screen, it immediately looked elegant, and even the embroidery work became valuable.

Seeing this, Zhou understood Song Qingyuan's words.

"Maybe I can really sell it for a few taels of silver...... Zhou muttered.

The corners of Song Qingyuan's mouth twitched, and the few taels of silver she said referred to the ordinary wooden frame packaging.

If she sells her rosewood for a few taels, she will lose a lot.

You know, in order to build this framework, she spent a full twenty taels.

Holding the table screen ornaments, Song Qingyuan liked it more and more, and his eyes were almost glued to it.

"Okay...... Zhou's said angrily, "Hurry up and let San Lang send it to Mr., if you like it, the milk is embroidering it for you." ”

Song Qingyuan's eyebrows curled, "Milk, you are so good to me!" ”

............

Song Qingyuan held the screen covered by the cloth, carrying a basket of newly produced vegetables in one hand, San Lang holding a jar of wine, and carrying a box of high points and a box of tea in his hand.

The two of them went to Mr. Yue Lin's house.

At this time, Mr. Yue Lin was playing chess with Lu Mingxuan at the desk.

When he saw the two of them come in, he greeted them with a smile.

San Lang handed the thank you gift in his hand to his subordinates, bowed down and thanked him, "Mr. has taught carefully, so that today's results can be achieved, and the students are grateful." ”

"Don't forget Mr. Zhuang's teachings, and I will work harder in the future, devote myself to learning, and live up to Mr. expectations."

"The children can be taught!" Mr. Yue Lin stroked his beard, showing a look of relief.

"Little girl, what did you take, and you are reluctant to put it down?" Mr. Yue Lin turned his head kindly, looked at Song Qingyuan and smiled.

Song Qingyuan also replied with the same kind smile, "This is our family's heart for Mr., please look at ...... sir"

"Oh!" Mr. Yue Lin became a little interested, raised his hand, and lifted the curtain.

"This is ......" Mr. Yue Lin's eyes lit up, and he praised loudly, "What a picture of green bamboo, the bamboo embroidery is good, and this idea is even more ingenious." ”

"Fresh and elegant, leisurely!" Mr. Yue Lin swept over inch by inch and tasted it carefully.

Stretching out his hand, fluctuating in a circle, watching the circle rotate, and touching the same pattern on both sides, Mr. Yue Lin's joy was even greater.

"Ingenuity! Ingenuity! Mr. Yue Lin was amazed, "Who came up with this?" ”

"It's my sister!" Saburo replied honestly.

Mr. Yue Lin smiled, "I guessed that it was you, a little girl, who had a lot of energy in her bones!" ”

"Hehe......" Song Qingyuan sneered, ashamed! It's just a plagiarism of the ideas of later generations.

"This gift is very close to my heart!" Mr. Yue Lin's smile deepened, "You have a heart......

"If you like it, sir!" Song Qingyuan and San Lang said at the same time.

"Haha!" Mr. Yue Lin laughed, "I like it!" Like! My heart is pleased! ”

"Mingxuan, go and put this green bamboo ornament into my study......" Mr. Yue Lin turned around and ordered.

"Yes! Grandfather! Lu Mingxuan responded, picked up the semi-circular screen and bamboo map, with envy in his eyes.

This ornament is particularly elegant and clever, and he likes it very much.

"Little Pepper ......" Lu Mingxuan shouted resentfully, crying like a complaint.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down, Song Qingyuan twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, don't overdo it.

Saburo stood pretending not to hear.

"Ahem!" Mr. Yue Lin glared at Lu Mingxuan and urged, "Don't send it yet!" "Like this, like anything, his face was disgraced......

Song Qingyuan was embarrassed, and Mr. Yue Lin was even more embarrassed.

Song Qingyuan's eyes rolled and he found a topic, "Sir, what kind of bamboo are you growing?" ”

"Green Bamboo!" Mr. Yue Lin said, "Do you like it?" Like digging one for you! ”

Song Qingyuan shook his head, "A gentleman doesn't take the favor of others!" ”

"New ones grow every year, so dig them if you like!" Mr. Yue Lin waved his hand generously, thinking that Song Qingyuan liked bamboo as much as he did.

Otherwise, why did you give Lu Mingxuan bamboo soaphorn and give him a green bamboo map.

Unknowingly, it caused Song Qingyuan's misunderstanding of Aizhu. Unable to resist Mr. Yue Lin's enthusiasm, Song Qingyuan finally returned home with two bamboos with roots.

As soon as I entered the door, a thunderbolt struck me on a sunny day. I want to talk about "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlords of Farmers" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~