Widow Li asked again and again, and when she saw that Ye Xiaoman insisted on dyeing, she took out a white raw silk cloth.

"This one costs forty taels of silver, do you really want to try? If you don't dye it well, the cloth will be wasted. ”

Ye Xiaoman nodded affirmatively, indicating that she really wanted to dye.

It's true that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and Widow Li no longer persuaded her, and she was very disapproving. She has dyed cloth for so many years, and it is the first time she has seen someone try to dye silk cloth. She Ye Xiaoman is not a big dyer in the palace or a dyer in the big dyeing house in the capital, a silk cloth is forty taels of silver, and she also uses it to try, it's really ...... Loser!

She handed the cloth to Ye Xiaoman and said, "Oh, take it and dye it." Your family will not care about you, and forty taels of silver will be wasted on you. ”

Ye Xiaoman smiled and didn't answer.

Whether it is a waste or not, we will know in the future.

She carefully looked at the silk cloth and saw that the pattern was plain weave, which meant that this horse was a leno in silk. Shine in the sun, the thin threads are white and clear, you can see the three strands of fine white silk threads twisted together, look at it is different from ordinary cloth, it is cool and slippery to the touch, and it must be very cool to wear on the body in summer.

Ye Xiaoman was very satisfied, gave the money, thanked Widow Li, and went home with the cloth.

On the way, Wei Mian was holding the cloth, his eyes were aimed at the silk cloth, Ye Xiaoman felt funny and asked him what was wrong.

"Why does Xiaoman have to use silk cloth? There's a lot of cotton cloth at home. Just this one, so expensive, what are we doing? ”

It was rare to hear him say so many words in one breath, Ye Xiaoman patiently explained to him: "Think about it, as the wife of a county official, does she lack clothes made of cotton?" ”

"Of course there is no shortage." Even if he hasn't seen much of the world, Wei Mian knows it.

"So, no matter how beautifully our cotton cloth is dyed, she may not like it much if she sees it fresh, let alone wear it out to say good things for us, right? But this silk is different. Ye Xiaoman pointed to the smooth material in his arms and said: "Except for the official wife and those rich women's relatives, ordinary people can't afford to use it at all, even if there is one, they are reluctant to wear it, so it shows off their identity." The material is good, let's dye a unique pattern, and then we don't need to mention it, she is willing to wear it out to show off. Scarcity is expensive, will more officials and wives want it at that time? Do the female dependents of those rich families also want it? As long as they want it, no matter how high the price is, we won't have to worry about not being able to sell it. Otherwise, why do you think I want to buy this expensive dead man's silk cloth, not to impress those rich, powerful and idle women. ”

Wei Mian suddenly realized, and nodded yes again and again.

After arriving home, Ye Xiaoman was not in a hurry to dye the cloth, but sat down first, took the pattern of the frost flower, and added some new lines to the pen.

Wei Mian stood next to him, and when he saw Hou Tian's appearance, he opened his mouth wide and looked surprised.

Qi Shan grinded the beans, saw his stupid appearance, and asked innocently: "Brother Wei, what did you see?" You can stuff a goose egg in your mouth. ”

Wei Mian closed his mouth, not knowing how to describe Ye Xiaoman's later appearance, and held back two words "nothing" for a long time.

After the painting, Ye Xiaoman blew the ink and looked at the ice patterns on the paper.

This was the inspiration she got from the frost flowers of Weimian, combined with the batik she learned in her dreams, and she planned to dye it on silk cloth.

Ice patterns are not rare and are often seen on porcelain. During the firing process of ceramics, such a pattern will be formed after special treatment.

But when it comes to dyeing cloth, it's not a rarity. Ye Xiaoman dared to say that she was definitely the first person in the past!

In addition to ice patterns, the craft of dyeing silk cloth is also her exclusive skill.

Ye Xiaoman carefully recalled the method, took a piece of paper, and wrote it on the paper while thinking.

After writing, she looked at it a few times and tore the paper off.