Chapter 148: New Year's Rite (I)

The New Year's gifts are also the products of some Zhuangzi. Xia Mo is not the kind of golden finger, what he can really do can be turned into money, but it is because this Zhuangzi raises foxes for the emperor, so everyone has a salary, plus every family raises chickens. In order to supplement the food for the fox farm, the life of the farmer in this village is the best in the neighborhood.

The dealer is better, and the owner also feels honored, and he doesn't want to rent for a long time or anything, according to the original production of filial piety, it will be over, and everyone will be safe.

And the most important thing in this year's New Year's gift to Kangxi is a large piece of fox skin. Of course, Lao Ba's barbecued pork will not take Kangxi's own things to send Kangxi, his courage is not so big.

In fact, foxes are not so easy to raise, otherwise how could they only have two skins in the summer. The main thing is that the old skin will lose hair, the small one does not grow, and the fur is not bright enough.

If it is said that Xia Mo raised it for himself, in order to make money, it is not this raising method, but for the sake of the old man, he can only raise it like this.

Is the old man in order to make money? It's good that people are rich in the world, besides, what the old man wants is a lot of money, and such a little fox garden is not enough for his million-strong army to chew for a day. So it's just a little fun. Everyone doesn't take it seriously, fattening things up, and the rest doesn't care.

But the big guy is still cautious, and the Internal Affairs Office will check why he died, whether it was artificial, and make it more troublesome than a person, but this kind of thing can't be avoided.

The farmers drove away the beasts, and the loss came out, and a few unsightly foxes bit to pieces. It doesn't matter if the officials sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs make records, and the royal family doesn't want something incomplete.

Xia Mo felt that it was a pity, so he asked people to take the skin, thinking if he could put together a small piece of clothing for the eighteenth elder brother.

The fur is nitrated, sent in, there are red and white, no matter how you put it together, Xia Mo is obviously a very good leather, and the size is large enough, but it is uncomfortable to fight, what is the royal attention to? Decent!

The eighteenth prince is the son of the noble concubine, the most noble prince among the princes except for the crown prince, let him wear splicing, even if Niu Hulu doesn't mind, the others will have to drown her with spittle stars.

I don't know if I thought about it during the day, dreamed at night, and fell asleep at night. The brain is still leather, leather, and then I dreamed of the TV series I watched in my previous life, which also said fur, and the fur of people in France is to cut different colors of leather into thin strips of finger thickness, and the twill is stitched, so the fur with different layers comes out.

Early the next morning, Xia Mo told Lao Bayi about her thoughts, of course, she couldn't say anything about TV, she only said that she would use similar colors to splic. The eighth child glanced at her, "How to spell red and white, you are talking about asymptotic color!" ’

Xia Mo thought about it, but she was still unwilling, so she cut off the broken skin at the corners and made it into thin strips by herself, stitching them one by one, which was also taught by Concubine Liang, the stitches were very thin, and she put together a piece the size of a palm, so that her eyes were almost blind. With a brush with a soft brush, Xia Mo smiled, and proudly showed the palm-sized piece to Su Ma and Lao Ba.

Because there's only one small one. After spelling, use a brush to brush, you can't see that it is spelled at all, a small piece of white hair is red underneath, and white is under the red. It felt fresh and not obtrusive at all.

So Xia Mo sent people to select the capable women in the village, and one of them divided some small strips back, and put them together as Xia Mo said. Wages are paid according to size.

There is nothing to do in winter, and it is not difficult for several families to get together, gossip and do some work at the same time. Within a few days, the families didn't need Xia Mo to say, they put together a whole boxy big skin and came back. Anyway, everyone has a good relationship, and they do it together, and if you get a reward, it's over, and there is no such thing as who takes advantage of whom.

Xia Mo gave not to mention the salary, but also asked people to give them a jar of imperial wine sent by Jingli, and they all went back happily. Xia Mo looked at a large piece of bright finished leather with emotion, because it was so perfect, she was reluctant to put down the scissors.

The eighth child was also shocked when he came back and saw it, the palm-sized one only thought it was very good-looking, but it was really a large square piece of leather hanging on the shelf, and the shiny feeling had to be described as shocking. So, don't give it to the old eighteenth, give it to the old man back then! So this piece of leather has become the most important gift to the old man this year.

Lao Ba's writing is good, the fox garden is bad, the fox is miserable, Mo'er is not distressed, so she thinks about it for a long time. With the courage to explore, the trial production became a new leather production method for the old man to enjoy...... It's written like it, with twists and turns, and the voice is full of emotion.

After reading the excerpt, Xia Mo only had pantothenic acid water in her stomach, and she couldn't add words to the excerpt, so she attached a note and wrote, 'Huang Ama, don't listen to the eighth child, Mo'er is just afraid of a pity, and she doesn't dare to take credit.' ’

"Hey, you're really, Huang Ama likes us to brag about ourselves."

"Huang Ama likes to hear you boast about yourself, and likes me to be modest." Xia Mo is very self-aware.

Anyway, it's a secret fold, and people can't see it with a note, so she went to it, and got two big cars in a miscellaneous manner, and sent capable guards and Zhuangtou who wanted to go to Beijing to see it, and went back together.

What Xia Mo and Lao Ba didn't know was that there was a farce in the capital because of the New Year's ceremony.

It is said that the uncle of a certain shaft brought several large carts of gifts into the mansion of Tong Xiang, and then cherished a finely carved scroll box. Tong Xiang himself was born in martial arts. I don't like it, it's the Han people's plays, and I'm about to have a seizure, but Uncle Axis hurriedly said that I heard that the saint admired this person's paintings, and said that the spirit was greater than that of the Bada Mountain People.

Tong Guowei knows who the Bada Mountain people are, because Kangxi Ye likes that Hai Dongqing, and Meng Wansui can afford it, and he has also watched it with Wansui, although he doesn't see what is good. But he can't say he doesn't understand.

So he reluctantly opened it, a foal, Tong Guowei looked at it for a long time, and he didn't know anything about penmanship. But he is a man who loves horses, of course, there are few soldiers who don't love horses, and looking at the pony's humble appearance, he is full of joy.

"The painting is good, who did you hear say that the Holy One likes? The Holy ...... "He just wanted to say that the Holy Sun has all the opportunities, who knows this little-known person." Suddenly, Tong Xiangye thought of the eighth elder brother who was holding a horsewhip in his hand, was not very polite to himself, and was a little out of tune.

That is a painter, although I heard that he is good at landscapes, but I heard that he Guanyin Bodhisattva is also very good at painting, but Tong Xiang has never seen it, and the only work of the eighth elder brother he has seen is the big map hanging in the Qianqing Palace, but he can't see anything. Could this foal have been painted by him?

Tong Guowei still has a certain level of self-awareness of his appreciation, but he can't see the reason for all the world-famous works that others say, so he looks at the pony in his hand that he basically likes personally, and intuitively has been positioned that it must be worthless. This is holding the prince! Glancing at Uncle Axis, "Where did you get this painting?" ”

"The slave used a thousand taels of silver in the glaze factory! This is still coaxing and scareting, in fact, the slave just wanted to give you the "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping", but the store didn't sell it. Uncle Axis said that it was called righteous indignation, but he finally made it clear, and said very clearly that he bought it, not someone else's falsehood, and Tong Xiang must believe in his sincerity.

Tong Guowei sent the tea to the guests, and thought about sending someone to Liulichang Boguzhai to take a look, but there was really a "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping" that was not sold, so it was easy to say, and he reluctantly took out another one, no longer a horse, but a fish. Also sold for a thousand taels!

Tong Guowei himself doesn't know how to paint, but he can't stand that there is a master in the house, so he called in and looked at it for a long time, and said a bunch of words that he didn't understand, and finally came to the conclusion that this painting is a good painting. But it's not worth a thousand taels.

Tong Guowei understood, this was definitely what the bastard did the bastard. But people didn't say that this was the work of the Eighth Prince, and it was really printed with the seal of the Eight Beylers, not to mention a thousand taels, and someone grabbed 10,000 taels.

Shaking his head, he also spent a thousand taels! The foal is hanging in the study where he often stays, and the fish is in the side hall, so it is also auspicious and more than the scene! Now that a certain family has also hung paintings, you can't let people say that you are uneducated, right?! Tong Xiang was actually quite proud in his heart.

Xiangye's mansion is full of people, and his every move is concerned, 'Legend has it that Xiangye recently liked the paintings of the master of Wanma Hall, and he received two of them at home! 'Two more days,' you know? Xiangye is crazy about the paintings of the master of the Ten Thousand Horses, and he collects them everywhere~~'

Tang Da's recent worship of his master has reached the point where it is like a surging river, endless! This world is really weird! It's obviously some small ponies, small fish, and shrimp that are worthless little toys, but they are really fresh, and no one wants them, but every day someone comes to the door with silver to rob the fake painting of the master! There are also a few competing to buy, and the price is called a rising tide. I knew that painting could make so much money, and how good it was to let my only son paint with the eighth master, and just two strokes were worthy of a year's production of Zhuangzi.

Thinking about it, he still has to do what he should do, these days he stays in the shop, there are those who want to buy paintings, and he doesn't let go, there are not a few of them. The old eight and their sons are quite optimistic about their artistic achievements, and they can't keep the works that they are not satisfied with at all, and there are not a few of them saved over the years. It's been closed in recent years, and he is waiting for gifts, and the more anxious he is, the higher the price he can sell.

So I totaled it with the shopkeeper and slowly put it out. Although Tang Da didn't know how to paint, the shopkeeper was knowledgeable, he picked out the relatively worst and sold it first, and the pieces left behind were all high-quality products.

Among the people who come to compete for paintings, there are a few who really know how to do it, and when they show their paintings, people will know that they are good things. The previous ones could be sold for that price, not to mention.

So because of the painting of the master of Wanma Hall, Bo Gu Zhai finally gained a firm foothold in the Liuli Factory, just kidding, other families have to have this painting.

Not everyone buys it for Tong Guowei, who doesn't want to please their lord's family, and the things they give away every year are almost the same, so every year they think about the New Year's gift are people who are very troubled, and finally find something new. As a result, it was rumored in the capital circle that 'I will not receive gifts for the New Year this year, and only Wanmatang will receive gifts!' ’

The gift giver hurt when he bought it, he felt distressed when he gave it, and the eyebrows of the several brothers who received the gift hurt. Why, cramps and convulsions!