The father and daughter washed their faces and brushed their teeth in the bathroom, and after they came out, Xiao Chubei was also smart, walked to the closet with his daughter in his arms, opened the closet and let her choose her own clothes. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

After picking this and that, Hua Junyao, who was sitting on the kang, couldn't stand the obedient character, "Hurry up and choose one, otherwise, your father won't wait for you." ”

"I'd better pick the first one." Hurry up.

"There are too many choices, so you are dazzled, it seems that Shao Heng will not be able to bring so many clothes over in the future." Hua Junyao looked at it obediently.

Nowadays, the clothes of the family are contracted by Xiao Shaoheng, and whenever it is time for the change of season, Xiao Shaoheng will change the latest style for everyone.

"Don't!" Obediently immediately disagreed, twisted his fingers, looked at Hua Junyao timidly, and said, "I won't pick such a long time in the future." "Mom." ”

"It's yours." Hua Junyao raised her eyebrows and looked at her obediently.

"Daddy, change my clothes." Obediently hugged the clothes.

Xiao Chubei watched their mother and daughter interact with each other funny, and responded, "Okay!" He changed into a water-red tracksuit.

"Mom, comb your hair." looked at Hua Junyao obediently.

"Let's go to the bathroom." Hua Junyao got off the kang and couldn't help pinching Xiao Chu's northern waist, while he gave Hua Junyao a honeyed smile.

Hua Junyao endured her sour and heavy body and followed her into the bathroom.

Gang obediently combed two simple ponytails and brought two red bows, "Okay, let's go!" ”

Hua Junyao watched their father and daughter leave, washed their faces and brushed their teeth, sat on the kang and continued to do handicrafts.

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Hua Commune didn't even eat breakfast, got up together, washed up, ran over, looked at the lifelike artificial flowers on the kang table, and was still amazed.

This shock is much more than last night's flower, and now Zihua Commune is more confident.

Just now, Hua Junyao was thinking about how to increase the 'yield' when she was doing handicrafts, and it really made her think, "You can find this craft in the capital, especially if you want to sing Peking Opera." ”

"Singing?" Hua Commune asked puzzled.

Hua Junyao poked his head with her index finger and said, "You forgot to sing the silk flower on your head." "the orchid finger and stick the 'flower yellow' on the mirror.

"Auntie, you can't blame me, this time when the four olds were broken, they have long been broken, and I haven't heard the drama for many years." The Hua Commune was aggrieved.

"You still have a reason, okay, the direction is for you, go and find out, Peking Opera was very influential in the capital back then." Hua Junyao stroked her forehead and said, "Silk flowers, also known as Beijing flowers, are one of the traditional handicrafts of the Han nationality with a long history and strong decorative colors in China. Refers to flowers imitated with silk fabrics of various colors. More than 1,700 years ago, China had the art of using silk fabrics to make flowers. In the Tang Dynasty, the silk flower was the main decoration of women, and the Tang Dynasty painter Zhou Fang's "hairpin lady" vividly reproduced the scene of the women wearing hairpins in the palace. Since then, silk flower production has been introduced to Japan and Korea. In 982, the Edo Fine Silk Flower Hairpin was designated as a traditional craft of Tokyo. Shenmuchang Street outside Chongwen Gate in the Ming Dynasty was the source of silk flowers in Beijing. ”

"I remember." Hua Commune patted his thigh and said, "Since the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, the capital has been the center of silk flower production in the country. According to the "Yanjing Chronicles": "Chongwen Gate outside the east, since the first month, there is a city on the fourth, fourteenth, and twenty-fourth days of the first month. The so-called flower market is a paper flower worn by women, and it is not a seasonal flower. Flowers have grass, silk, branches, and the like, which can be mixed with reality. The flower market street outside Chongwen Gate in Beijing is named after the production and sale of "Beijing Flowers". The main raw material for making silk flowers is silk fabric, but there are also a small amount of cotton fabrics, as well as dyes, iron wire, starch, etc. The production process of silk flowers is: material selection, sizing, dyeing, nest petals, drying, shaping, sticky flowers, branching and other processes. What kind of flowers, there are what kind of "Beijing flowers", the silk flowers made by the artists, red and purple, in a variety of postures, as if they can make people smell bursts of floral fragrance. ”

"Okay! Son, this book is not in vain. Hua Junyao appreciated the authenticity.

"Hey! A few years ago, I couldn't eat enough, who was in the mood to toss this silk flower! 800 million people and 800 million soldiers, who dares to wear flowers! That is the decadent hedonistic ideology of the bourgeoisie, to be overthrown. Hua Commune sighed, "The good things of the ancestors have been named foreigners." ”

Hua Junyao suddenly remembered and said, "This silk flower has a wide range of uses, corsages, hat flowers, decorative vase flowers, birthday candle flowers, gift flowers, banquet pot flowers, glory flowers and so on. After a pause, he said, "The wedding dress flowers, the groom and bride are written in gilt below." ”

After Hua Junyao's one, Hua Commune is full of confidence.

"Thank you, auntie!" Hua Commune said happily, "Auntie, if the sales are good, I will invite you to dinner." Then he flattered.

"Alright, let's go! I want to ......," Hua Junyao said with a wink of sour eyes.

"Auntie, I won't bother you." Hua Commune packed his things into the big bag he had brought and left in a hurry.

When Hua Junyao saw him leave, she immediately spread out on the kang, and she was confused in the blink of an eye.

Hua Commune rode a motorcycle with artificial flowers to Mu Sheng's house, and the hurried knock on the door made Mu Sheng think that the debt came early in the morning, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to squeak, it was really like a frightened bird.

"Comrade Mu Sheng, it's me." The Hua Commune identified itself.

When Mu Sheng heard this, he came out shirtless because he was in a hurry to open the door.

"Comrade Mu Sheng, I have found a way." Hua Commune said happily.

"Really!" Mu Sheng said in disbelief, "Ah...... "Sneeze ......" rubbed his arms together.

"Then go back to your room and get dressed! Don't catch a cold, you'll be busy and won't have time to sleep in the future. Hua Commune waved his hand and urged.

"Oh! Oh! Mu Sheng hurriedly shrunk his neck and went back to the room, put on his sweatshirt, and hurried out with his pants.

Hua Commune looked at his sweatshirt, how awkward it looked, "That, Comrade Mu Sheng, are you wearing it backwards." ”

Mu Sheng looked down, "Ouch! Really. "I'm in too much of a hurry." ”

"Understand, understand." Hua Commune hurriedly said, "Look at what I brought?" Knowing that he was in a hurry, Hua Commune was not verbose, and directly put the bag in his hand on the stool and opened it.

It's really a bag full of flowers, "You bring me so many flowers...... Mu Sheng didn't finish speaking, and quickly took out one, "This is fake, it looks like the real thing." ”

"Guess what?" Hua Commune said with a smile.

"That...... This ......," Mu Sheng said excitedly, "is the rotten cloth head that I have brought over from the account." ”

"That's right! It's those rotten strips of cloth, with roses, tulips, chrysanthemums, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, and peonies. Hua Commune introduced that for each of them, Mu Sheng's eyes lit up a point, and finally sparkled.