The next day, there were many women gathered outside the Zhao family, all for the fashion design competition, even the fourth daughter-in-law of the Zhou family also came, and the uncles and aunts of the Zhao family also came.

Chen Lizheng notified this last night, saying that as long as they participate, they can get the hard money, they don't know what design is, but as long as they come to participate, they can get money, this money is equivalent to giving it away for free, why don't they come?

As soon as the door of Zhao's house opened, everyone scrambled: "Sister-in-law Zhao, let's also compete!" ”

It was Zhou Mujiao who opened the door, she looked around, her expression was faint, and her eyes did not carry any emotion, but the person who was hit by her gaze did not speak again, and soon, the scene quieted down.

Only then did Zhou Mujiao speak: "Jiaoyun Embroidery Workshop is to solicit works from the whole society, so everyone can naturally participate, but I have requirements." First, the work must be original and uncontroversial, once there is a similarity, I will not investigate who is the original, all will be disqualified, the qualification will be cancelled, naturally there will be no hard money, so some people want a family to use the same concept and the same painting to cheat the money, you can save it, I am not afraid that you will worry about my money, as long as you have the ability, the money, I chase the stuffed hand. ”

Everyone is quieter.

"The second point, the competition is divided into three stages: the preliminary round and the finals, each stage is half a month long, the day of the finals is tentatively set on the day of the small year, all those who enter the semi-finals through the preliminary round, there will be small rewards, and those who enter the finals, regardless of whether they will be used in the end, there will also be rewards, and the final works used, one hundred taels each, the buyout price."

Chen Xiuxiu rushed out: "What is a buyout?" ”

As soon as she asked this question, she immediately regretted it, and sure enough, Zhou Mujiao looked at her like a pig.

Chen Xiuxiu stiffened her neck: "You don't have a rule that you don't ask if you don't understand!" ”

"Asking if you don't understand is a very valuable quality, so if you still have any questions, you can ask Yang Xiaoya later, and ask her for the registration form, I haven't woken up yet, be quiet."

Eighteen came out with his eyes in his arms, with a confused expression: "Sister~~"

Picking up the person, Zhou Mujiao leaned against the wall and slowly returned to the room, and as soon as the door was closed, she really went to sleep.

Peasant women often have to get up at dawn to work, when Zhou Mujiao was in Zhou's house, at this time she had already washed the family's breakfast and clothes, and when she arrived at Zhao's house, she didn't have to get up early to cook, so she could still sleep lazy?

Chen Xiuxiu couldn't help but enter the house, and said to Zhao Yunjing, who was busy by the well: "Brother Zhao, Liuya, she is greedy and lazy, you are good with her, what is the picture?!" ”

"Tu, she won't casually say that others are greedy and that others are lazy."

Chen Xiuxiu was humiliated again, covering her face and almost crying.

The fashion design contest was vigorously rolled out in Peach Blossom Village, and the women had no time to gather in front of the house to talk about other people's gossip, and the meeting language also changed from "have you eaten" to "have you drawn", and they were worried that if there was too much communication, the pictures drawn would be judged invalid, so everyone didn't say a word.

All of a sudden, the village style in Taohua County was unprecedentedly good, and there was not a single person who quarreled.

Chen Lizheng's life was very comfortable, and he didn't even need to patrol the village, so he cheered for his wife and daughter at home every day.

"Sister, my manuscript is missing!"

Eighteen ran in with a pout: "It's on the table at the door!" It's gone as soon as you turn your head! Sister, did you see that? ”

The design competition has been going on for four or five days, and there is nothing unusual about the behavior of the embroidery girls, Zhou Mujiao almost began to wonder if she remembered it by mistake that day, when Eighteen suddenly came in and said that the manuscript was missing, Zhou Mujiao was immediately shocked.

She carefully inquired about the situation and asked her to redraw it from memory.

The little girl drew a skirt style for herself, although the painting was rough, Zhou Mujiao painted one by herself according to her ideas, and found that the skirt was unexpectedly good-looking.

She showed her design to Eighteen, and Eighteen was stunned: "Sister painted it so well!" I'm going to ask my mother to make it for me! Eighteen to wear, to wear! ”

The little girl was too young, and Zhou Mujiao couldn't tell her anything about catching ghosts, so she asked her to draw one in her own style, and the little girl drew quickly, but she still lacked a lot of details.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry: "Sister, eighteen is so stupid, I can't draw well!" ”

"It doesn't matter, if you can't draw twice, you can't draw twice, and if you can't draw twice, you can draw three times, and my sister used to draw many times before she could draw."

"Really?"

"Really."

Eighteen burst into tears and laughed: "Then I'll paint again!" ”

took a few pieces of paper again, and Eighteen put Zhou Mujiao's one in his arms, and then went out to practice.

The little girl sat on the stone bench in front of the house, compared with Zhou Mujiao's picture, and painted very seriously.

Yang Xiaoya passed by, inadvertently glanced at it, and saw that there was already a complete design draft on the table, she was surprised: "Eighteen, you have designed it?" So fast? ”

Eighteen was still immersed in painting, but there was no answer, Yang Xiaoya picked it up and looked at it a few times, she was very surprised, grabbed the sketch and went to find Zhou Mujiao: "Sister Jiaojiao, this painting of Eighteen looks so good!" I think I can make clothes according to it, I don't need the preliminary round and the semi-finals at all, I can definitely make money! ”

What Yang Xiaoya took was the one painted by Zhou Mujiao, because when she painted it, she imitated the style of Eighteen, and she couldn't see it at a glance if she wasn't an insider.

Eighteen is just over four years old, tomorrow, yesterday, today, morning, noon and evening are sometimes confused, and when you are in a hurry, it is even more chaotic, always saying that the day is white, and the night is black, and sometimes everyone will deliberately follow her painting to make mistakes.

So if Yang Xiaoya took this sketch, even if Eighteen said that she painted it, it is estimated that no one would believe it, but Yang Xiaoya gave her this painting for the first time without pausing for a second, which shows that in Yang Xiaoya's mind, there is no idea of stealing other people's works at all, and she only has money in her mind to make money and make a lot of money.

Yang Xiaoya is ambitious, but it is also relatively simple, so it can be preliminarily inferred now that the sketch in her room that day was not moved by Yang Xiaoya, but it cannot be completely ruled out at present, after all, some people are born to act.

Zhou Mujiao has more or less some metaphysics, not to mention the big aspect, her intuition is still very smart, so far, her intuition tells her that Yang Xiaoya is worth using.

Zhou Mujiao shook her head with a smile, and took the painting back to her: "Since Eighteen has registered, then everything will be done according to the process, so as not to say that it is not fair in the future...... Your drawing is ready? If you have an idea but don't know how to proceed, you can come and talk to me. ”

The more Yang Xiaoya looked, the more she felt that the design of Eighteen was good-looking, just when Xiulan came out to walk the baby, she couldn't help but show Xiulan the sketch, the two discussed while reading, and their eyebrows danced, especially Xiulan, after walking the baby, she also told Eighteen a bunch of her own thoughts, hoping that she would add it.

Eighteen was not happy: "Don't! I don't like it again! I just love it! Yours for your little treasure to do! Xiaobao loves this kind of mess! ”

was complained by a four-year-old child about her messy thoughts, and Xiulan almost doubted her life.

Yang Xiaoya laughed and dragged Xiulan back to the embroidery workshop.

Soon, Eighteen drew the new pattern, and she added new elements herself, which looked more in line with the style of the era and more quaint.

Looking at the eighteen eyebrows flying and dancing, Zhou Mujiao had an idea.