Zheng Haizhu heard Yan Siqi mention the old things, and immediately paid more attention to it, for fear that she would not be able to catch the details and go to the gang.

Fortunately, when she was in Fujian, she had a curious attitude towards historical celebrities, and really went to see the small tailor shop that Yan Siqi once ran.

She then said to Yan Siqi with a slight surprise: "I can't remember the scenes you said now. But your shop, I went to see it before I took Shoukuan to leave my hometown. The proprietor rented it to a silk dyeing workshop. ”

Yan Siqi sighed in disbelief, paced to the window, and stretched out his hand to pull the inconspicuous hemp rope by the window lattice.

Hearing a "whoosh", the bamboo curtain not far from Zheng Haizhu's side rolled up, revealing a larger room.

There are windows on three walls of the house, and the windows are open to the mountains and seas, and the inside of the house is also very bright.

On the neat and smooth bluestone floor, high and low Π-shaped or T-shaped wooden ginger hangers are scattered and placed, and each shelf is hung with standard women's clothes, from half-arms, skirts, and short shirts, to skirts, cloaks, horse-faced skirts, and large-sleeved shirts.

Although the fabrics of these clothes are different in color, pattern, and weaving, most of them are of fine textures such as brocade, satin, silk, and yarn.

Embroidery cut the ribbon, but the victory is innumerable.

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are very pleasing to the eye.

Zheng Haizhu seemed to have entered the museum exhibition hall of later generations, and was stunned in this visual feast.

Yan Siqi waited quietly for a moment, as if to give his beloved woman plenty of time to adapt, before explaining to her with a faint smile: "Three years ago, my brothers and I occupied this Daishan Island as a shelter and supply place for the fleet of Hirado Port to Haojing and Nanyang Maritime Trade. I built this house for myself, and specially kept this room, which was almost the same as the tailor's shop in Longxi's hometown, but it was larger. ”

As he spoke, he walked over, took off a goose-yellow skirt, and continued: "The first clothes I made in this room were our Fujian clay cloth. I remember when you were still in your prime, you used to wear such light-colored clothes. ”

"This half-arm is silk. Silk contains hemp, so it has a bit of muscle and bones like a sword. I thought that when you reached the age of sixteen or seventeen, you should be able to hold up half an arm. ”

"Miss Azhu, look at this again, does it look like a cat's hair to the touch? Warm and fluffy? Back then, before Chengzu ascended the throne, he wore a plain red velvet robe, which was a treasure from Persia. The craftsmen of my Ming Dynasty used cashmere from Lintao Mansion to add silk and improve it into velvet material, which was warm and gentle. I used it to make a cloak, and the Wa country is much colder than Fujian, so I can't just wear a brocade robe. ”

"Ah yes, there's still this one, but Miss Azhu shouldn't know this style." Yan Siqi pointed to a piece of clothing on the shelf in the corner.

Zheng Haizhu looked over and said in his heart, how can I not know, isn't this the Japanese kimono.

Of course, while secretly muttering to herself, she brewed an expression of "willing to ask for details", and said curiously: "I have indeed never seen it." The sleeves of this dress are like a funnel, and the belt is very broad, which is very different from the skirt of my Ming woman. ”

Yan Siqi nodded: "This is the clothes worn by the female relatives of the official eunuchs of the Japanese Kingdom, and they are called visiting clothes." The place where the top spans the shoulder sleeve and the placket is a complete and continuous pattern, which is called painting feathers by the Japanese people. ”

"Oh, it's beautiful." Zheng Haizhu admired it from the bottom of her heart, and at the same time stepped forward to carefully admire the mountains and rivers on the kimono and the "painted feathers" of the Qingluan pattern.

Japan sent a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty to learn the various utensils and civilizations of the Tang Dynasty, and they were particularly fascinated by the high-grade silk fabrics they called "Tang Jin". Hundreds of years after the fall of the Tang Dynasty in China, Japan's emperors and aristocrats still regarded Chinese fabrics as the most luxurious treasures.

Until the opening of the Ming Dynasty, the implementation of the sea ban, the piece of board is not allowed to go to the sea, the sea trade is interrupted, and China's splendid silk gradually fades out of the Dongying market. After Toyotomi Hideyoshi ended Japan's Warring States period, private silk weaving workshops were established, and Japan finally had an independent silk weaving economy that was no longer dependent on China, and soon exported large quantities to Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands.

The kimono in Zheng Haizhu's mosuo hand couldn't help but sigh. For example, the "painted feather" part on this "visit suit" is also embroidery with fine brush lines, which is obviously different from the aesthetic purpose of Chinese painting, much like Japanese ukiyo-e.

Yan Siqi stood diagonally behind Zheng Haizhu and looked at her silhouette fixedly.

She was much taller than the little girl back then, delicate and straight, and she looked like a fair woman.

But the attentive look when exploring the fabric, and the sparkle in a pair of apricot eyes, still made Yan Siqi feel a trance and beautiful feeling of reliving an old dream.

"Miss Azhu, no matter how beautiful this dress is, it is the style of the Japanese Kingdom after all, and it is not suitable for you to wear. In the past three years, among the clothes I have cut, the most satisfying thing is the green bamboo gown and the woven golden horse skirt on your body. ”

Zheng Haizhu turned his head and looked at Yan Siqi: "Brother Yan, you made all the clothes in this hall?" ”

Yan Siqi faced her dark eyes, and hurriedly took a few steps back in an imperceptible rhythm.

He was afraid that he couldn't help himself because he was too close to her.

He is a dignified man, a promise, since he promised to treat each other with courtesy, how can he go back on his word, and he is a beautiful woman.

Yan Siqi then put his hands behind his back and said as calmly as possible: "Yes, every time I go back to Daishan to rest, or to talk about some business, I will take time to cut materials and make clothes in this room, even if I quietly sew a circle of gold edges, I will feel very happy." When I made these clothes, I estimated that Miss Azhu was the size of you when you grew up, and I always thought that one day, I would order someone to try to bring them to Longxi and hand them over to you. ”

When Zheng Haizhu heard this, he opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he felt that at this time, sound was better than silence.

I don't know if Miss Azhu's original body was a secret girlish for Yan Siqi back then, but even if he was an actual outsider, the man in front of him was really a lovesick person who was silently lovesick.

Yan Siqi seemed to quickly read the emotion of irrelevant palpitations and the timid overwhelm from Zheng Haizhu's eyes, so he turned back to the willow table, fiddled with the wooden ruler and accessories for a while, and said softly: "Miss Azhu, what I just said, you don't have to worry about it." I don't mean 'have mercy on me', I just want to tell you the origin of this full house. ”

He shook off the red and blue velvet, looked at the light of the window, looked at the graceful and charming velvet ring, and his tone became pleasant and relaxed: "I wandered in Hirado, and it took me nine deaths to make some fame, but the days of licking blood from the knife edge are still long." It is more comfortable to be able to shrink into this room once in a while and be the little tailor who used to be. ”

Zheng Haizhu walked over, stood beside him, watched the westerly sunlight dye the originally coral-colored velvet rings more vividly, and suddenly said with interest: "Brother Yan, Yuelan said that there is a Xu Futing in Daishan, I want to go and see it." ”

Yan Siqi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I'll take you there, but after a stick of incense, I'll go." ”